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Who: The Investigation Team and Nanako plus one death goddess.
Where: Yu and Nanako's apartment.
Summary: The IT celebrates Christmas together away from home... more or less.
Warnings: Yu trying to keep up his mission to bring a Green Christmas to Hinoto-ri. Horrible singing. lulz

It was a bit rushed and last minute -- and most of the work had to be done by other people because a certain grey haired leader was currently acting like an idiot -- but the apartment that Yu and Nanako shared was currently decked out for the winter holiday. Streamers hung around door frames and windows, and someone had even managed to bring in a little fake pine tree to be decorated.

There's also food, of course, though how good it is depends greatly on who cooked it. Taste with care, least you end up poisoned on Christmas.

It might not seem very festive at the moment, especially considering the current state (and presence) of certain individuals... but that will change at midnight at least.

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Yu probably had the most forlorn look on his face ever, staring uselessly at his poor hands. He had been forced to finger-snap himself back into boring, normal clothes once the others had figured out how it worked. Now he was only allowed to participate if he didn't go snapping himself back into a loincloth. Hence the current state of his hands: they were wrapped up in a thick layer of bandage tape, allowing him a little flexibility to grab large objects, but that was about it.

He flexed his bound fingers uselessly, a faint sound of disappointment escaping from him. This was terrible; he failed the Pyro Jacks, and now no one would be able to enjoy a Green Christmas...

Yu flopped over uselessly on the couch, watching his friends enjoy the festivities. It was so not fair...

...and once midnight had come and gone, and Yu was finally back to his normal, lineface self.

And hiding away from the rest of the group right now, disguising his humiliation with the excuse that he needed to find where he hid everyone's presents.

Because. What. Even.

Next time Velvet Room came around? He was so getting rid of Pyro Jack.

Sorry, Yu, you are not going to be able to hide from your best bro, he's been wanting to talk to you all night-- longer than that really, and now that you've finally permanently snapped out of your funk, he's approaching you.

Yosuke gives Yu a concerned look. "Hey, let me help out." And in a more quiet tone once they're away from everyone else...

"You finally feeling alright, partner?"

"Ah...?"

...he should have known he wouldn't be able to escape everyone for very long. He turned away a moment, letting out a private sigh, before returning his attention to his best friend.

"Yeah, sorry for worrying all of you."

"You're not going to try and run off anymore? I've barely gotten a chance to see you, since you've been..." He rubs the back of his head awkwardly.

"I've had to help keep an eye on Nanako-chan. You really need to apologize to her more than anyone else." Though, Yosuke's aware that it wasn't really Yu's fault, but he's not sure Nanako-chan would understand that.

Well. This could not be any more awkward if they tried, and in fact... she likely only came to be sure that someone didn't wind up doing something further that they would regret. That, and she had indeed been invited...

So come she did, and in style. Wait, she had something other than a certain uniform and the burial kimono? Perish the thought!

...Though currently she is simply staying near the corner, watching her representative and possibly trying not to give a damn about the sorry state he is mentally trapped within. She tried, children. Apparently those Pyro Jacks did a number on him if even her illusion mastery could not break it for long.

"You think I don't know that?" Yu replied softly, the regret painfully obvious in his voice. Dammit, he couldn't do anything against... whatever the hell the Pyro Jacks had done to him. His head was still a bit fuzzy, having only recovered just a little while ago, but he could still remember just... jumping out a window, leaving Nanako to fend for herself; remember diving under the legs of a friend in the middle of a heated song off. Then there was that hip grinding he was doing against Yukiko...

If he pulled out of this without reversing his social links, he would be shocked.

There is someone close by the woman as she holds out a cup to her. Maybe a peace offering but maybe just a conversation starter. Either way, Yukiko wanted to talk with her even if her persona was starting to feel a little uneasy. While she pushed the red eyes aside for the moment, the one in the headspace didn't.

"I...wanted to say thank you. For what you did."

And here's Yosuke, staring at her from the other corner with the most awkward, hostile stare he can manage, because Yu is acting terribly strange (as he has been for a while now) and the rest of the people in here were left to fend for themselves against a Death Goddess that really only a few of them remembered facing.

Why Yu trusted her was beyond him. Why anyone could trust her...

Even with the... strange get-up (how could she look almost normal?) whenever he looked at her he couldn't stop thinking about the cold, paralyzing fear of her death curse prying at his legs, dragging him down into total darkness. Sometimes he still had nightmares...

...And yet he can't help but feel like she's also the only one in this room who might possibly understand more about their situation as a whole than he does.

Soooo with that said, he is slowly, and awkwardly shuffling towards her over the course of about ten minutes until he's about five feet away...

"...Do you know how they're making Yu act like this?" Yosuke's voice is quiet, and terribly nervous.

Rise - partly responsible for wrapping his hands like that - couldn't help but feel a little guilty at seeing his expression like that. On the other hand, she felt they'd saved him a lot of embarrassment and everyone else a lot of trouble, but...puppy-dog face. It was amazing what Yu's expressions could do sometimes, when you paid attention to them.

"Cheer up, Senpai," she said, sitting on the arm of the couch. "You still get to spend Christmas with us, right?"

The woman accepted it graciously with a small nod of thanks. After all, it was only polite. Though she does not take a sip just yet, merely gazing from the child's boyfriend to her as she spoke. She could sense the uneasiness, and it was not unwarranted to say the least. However... there was naught to fear this evening, at the very least.

"Do not mention it." She smiled faintly. "I was only passing through, after all... and he likely would not have wanted to embarrass himself farther as much as I could not stand to see another in a situation like that."

Nope, not getting away that easily. Yukiko did feel like like maybe she should give their leader some space; after all, he was forced to do something against his will despite the...intentions. But that just made her feel worried. Should she go see him or would it seem too obsessive?

No, it just shows that she cares, right?

"Yu-kun?"

"Yeah..sorry about this not being very organized, everyone," Rise said by way of introduction as everyone showed up. "I didn't mean to invade Yu-senpai's apartment either, but we've all been a little distracted, and the important thing is we're all here and okay now, right?"

Besides, the apartments supposedly gave immunity to the singing compulsion, and she's not sure she can handle hearing any more of that after Izanami's network post.

"At least...oh, shoot, I completely forgot a cake too," she said, pouting a little now that she's realized that. "Uh, anyone willing to go out and brave getting one? Unless Senpai has the ingredients here..."

"... Hey, stop that. Everyone will forgive you. I already forgive you, it wasn't even your fault that any of this happened anyway." Yosuke very gently, even playfully, punches Yu in the arm, giving him a grin. "It was kind of funny... When it wasn't creepy, I mean."

Welcome to the perpetually confused corner, Hanamura boy. She is as perplexed about how he could trust her as you are, even with what she did indeed show him in their second meeting in this city. It left her wondering just how much it was him, and how much it was Him. Even then, though... it made little sense.

Which is why she kept her powers to a minimum, hadn't done a thing yet as they enjoyed themselves aside from use her fog to make her seem more normal than usual.

Well, most of them enjoyed themselves. She could see a certain someone in the opposing corner slowly edge his way closer. For his own benefit, she didn't look directly at him, but rather to the others. At least, until he finally spoke up.

"Indeed," Izanami admitted with a sigh, crossing her arms. Over the past few days, it had been both a source of frustration and faint amusement. Mainly because of Izanagi having to suffer secondhand embarrassment. "To put it in terms mankind would understand or find familiar, they altered his mind; brainwashed, in other words. It is a rather strong spell known to their clan that seems to have been modified and thus harder to break free from even with the aide of outside assistance. At least, until it is time for it to wear off."

When would be anyone's guess, though with the focus of it being a "green Christmas"... it did not take one with a 2000 IQ to realize it.

"Whoa, whoa, I think we're better off buying one!" Even if they have the ingredients, he doesn't trust anyone currently in the house to touch the kitchen without creating some sort of abomination... Even if their last Christmas cake had turned out alright, he recalls Naoto saying it had taken them several attempts.

Rise decided to ignore Yosuke's tone in honor of the holiday and the fact he'd actually come around. Dude was hard to track down in this city sometimes.

"Was that a volunteer I heard?" she asked, playfully. "Oh hey, Mays is open tonight, right? Do you get an employee discount there?"

She didn't want to feel that way but having someone in her head that was? Yeah, a little hard.

"You were there right when he needed it."

And she couldn't help but mentally kick herself. She couldn't even help her friends when they were in danger despite the power of persona.

"As were you." She turned to the girl, giving a faint hint of a more genuine smile. "Though we might not always be capable of doing as much as we wish, even something as small as a gentle push could make all the difference. ...Do you not agree?"

This was something small and due to prankster demons, not failures of those around him.

...Don't mind her in the corner, then. She will simply sit back and chuckle while offering popcorn. And look, it's caramel!

"You can't reverse it?" He gives her a rather incredulous look. "You're a freaking death goddess, why the hell can't you break a spell done by a bunch of stupid Pyro Jacks??" Yosuke's voice is a little louder than he meant for it to be, but he's trying really hard not to let himself get angry. Especially not with her. As much as he hated her, more than that he feared her. Maybe with Yu by his side he felt like he could take on Death itself, defy gods, but without him he felt as small as an ant in this city, and practically microscopic next to her.

He looks away, down at his feet, taking a deep breath. Maybe it didn't take a 2000 IQ, but with Yosuke he wasn't really deeming the Pyro Jacks as reasonable creatures. Even if they didn't meet their goals, who knew how long it would be before they let Yu off the hook.

And as soon as that realization spread over Yu's face, someone quietly slid out from view. Well, for a moment, anyway. She was back before most, if anyone, realized she was gone. Though, at least one seemed back to normal. ...Minus avoiding them. Sad, really. She at least wanted to thank them for inviting her, despite the tension in the air.

No she hadn't used the opportunity of the 13th Hour to stealthily sneak in presents for everyone. No idea what you are all referring to.

No Frost Dolls were given in the making of these threads...just a copy of blackmail material in the form of someone receiving a copy of Green Christmas Style.

"Hey, I wasn't volunteering!" But he doesn't see much point in arguing, and is actually going to grab his coat anyway. Mays, the only store in the whole town that's actually open on Christmas night. He feels stupidly glad that he wasn't being forced to work tonight, honestly.

"Does everyone wanna pitch in for the cake? It should only be like a thousand yen with the discount."

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