10395/Toys on Rockefeller

Toys on Rockefeller
Date of Scene:	11 December 2019
Location:	Rockefeller Center, Midtown Manhattan
Synopsis:	Some of the local New Yorkers work together on a children's toy drive.
Cast of Characters:	Mason Steele, Magik, Mercy Thompson, Nightingale, Overlord

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Mason Steele has posed:
    School is done at Julliard, so Mason has only his regular studies to attend to. Beside that, his social standing and manager's desire for him to make an appearance to something has meant that it's time for him to do some community service. Red and white ski cap on his head, and a matching red and white reindeer sweater and designer jeans, the blond teen star looks like he's ready for a parade. He's not singing, though, not today. Today is the big Rockefeller Toy Drive.

    FAO Schwartz has a set up, and half the store seems to be available to purchase for children in need, who have no toys. They have pledged for every purchased toy, they will donate a toy to the same cause. Several celebrities have shown up in support, but during the busy rush of the daytime, the attendance is down. Oddly enough, most of the attendees currently are not of the upper echelon, but the working class, coming to see what they can do to help others in need.

    Mason currently walks back and forth, greeting people, smiling that pearly smile, and helping load toys into a giant Santa Sleigh there to show off the toys that have been donated, wrapped in red and green and white and blues, shining like the massive Christmas tree which oversees the festivities.

Magik has posed:
No one is going to likely mistake Illyana for some kind of pop star. Maybe, if they're desperate, the girl in the oversized sweater could be mistaken for a model of the Eastern European variety. Unfortunately, she needs another six inches to be fully in runway territory. The swish of her hair against her shoulder blades speaks to a fairly quick pace used to bring her through the packed throngs at the backside of the massive complex. She ignores the figure skaters, having next to no time for the parade of trees and banners shimmering in the daylight. A small backpack riding on her shoulder has the blocky shape of cardboard packaging. The weather isn't nearly cold enough to have a red nose, but she breathes out in shorter puffs that illustrate irritation or the speed of her pace. Light on her feet, she negotiates the slippery concrete around shoppers and gawkers alike.

"Move," she tells someone staring at the growing pile of presents and the tree. Not exactly nice, but clearing her throat and waiting for a few seconds haven't budged the dazzled pair of twenty-somethings. When they glare at her, she bares her teeth. "Special Christmas delivery." The Russian accent or her glare might get them moving right along. Who knows?

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's here too, she's got a holdall full of wrapped toys. Several of them have Montana postmarks, yes, she reached out to her pack to help. In return she's donated toys to the pack. Montana's got a lot of shops if anyone knows where to look....and growing up there Mercy does. Missoula, to be exact. So here she is, back in NYC. She's smiling and dressed not in her coveralls, but winter gear, a ski jacket (yeah like this coyote skis...), warm pants and snow boots. Because traipsing four feet's worth of snow in coveralls and steel toe boots....not working. Instead....Mercy's still wearing her coat since it smells of her pack. It's things like that, Mercy knows, that mean she's got two homes. On opposite sides of the country. One's just less snowy and werewolf filled than the other. She's on her phone, too. A new one.

"Hey, yeah I got ack safely. Had to stop in Denver, we got diverted, oh no, it was weather. Yeahh straigh through after that. Did I eat the pretzels? No I didn't. I'm at the Rockefeller Center, so what do you want me to get you?" Mercy asks with a laugh. "Alright, go be productive, and go shovel snow" she nods and sets her phone back in pocket. She's carrying her holdall. Under her winter coat, she's got a Christmas sweater on too, albeit with actual, real, melted snow on it. The price of going four pawed to chase rabbits and mice in her other home....

She looks around, making a beeline for the sleigh. "Hey, this where I donate toys?" she asks, setting the holdall down. "I got a bag's worth, all wrapped" she adds and looks around the sleigh as if inspecting it for damage whilst keeping her hand looped through the holdall's handles. Illyana's teeth baring gets a look as Mercy steps back. If rule one of being a predator is never turn your back on another predator. Rule two is.....survive. know when to pick fights. Mercy's not wanting to throw down here and now. Instead, she hefts the holdall up to her hip, the strap over a shoulder. She looks to Illyana, but doesn't say a word....yet, more gauging the situation. She does though give the blond a nod.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason hands the presents up to another moderately well known celebrity, and comes back, hearing Mercy's question. "Absolutely, this is it," he says with a bright smile. "That's great, I'm sure the kids will love it. Holiday cheer is all over the place." He glances over as the Illyana's abrasive command. "Oh, hey Illy. He snaps a quick wink at her, "Bringing some donations, that's really great!" He uses a certain degree of 'too much cheer' tactic to try to cover any possible grumpiness that the couple might express as they give a strange look and back away from her.

Magik has posed:
The petite blonde sorceress maneuvers without too much of a problem. The bag on her back isn't particularly heavy, just awkward in size, but she manages it without any kind of difficulty. No suggestion here of being wrapped up in snow or even cold, but it's probably the case that the nip to the air barely registers with a girl born and raised in Siberia. Her footfalls are graceful as she goes around the unmoving couple who flatten up to the glass and steel rail separating them from the rink and the decorations.

A muttered thank you in her wake, she turns and finds herself more or less in the front lines of richer people than her. Toys, then, these are things to be offered. She looks at Mercy and then back to Mason, forfeiting the opening space ahead of her. "Go ahead." See, she can be polite in a terse but not unkind way.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy nods, "Thanks, and yeah would you mind helping with the bag?" Mercy asks. In the holdall, each gift is wrapped, and...for those with keen noses, smells of mint, musk and snow. Oh yeah and that paper and glue smell. Mercy is pulling presents out, the plea for help to the celebrites mor so than Illyana. Mostly since Mercy's a little tenative to ask the Russian woman for help given her brusque attitude...though Mercy has her snippy moments too. Which come with her territory of being a coyote among wolves...and mutants...and.....whatever else the city's got. She does though flash a smile to the celebs. "Here" Mercy says pulling rapped gifts out. The very first one she pulled out was a stuffed toy coyote. Because it's as much Mercy as anything else she does.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Well, that's really cute," Mason says. "I'm Mason, Mason Steele," he introduces. Though most people know his face, he greets as if he were not famous. Besides, it saves him embarrassment when they don't. "Thanks so much for helping the kids." He catches a whiff of the scent, but doesn't recognize at first the origin. "Ooh, something smells minty," he comments. "Illyana, have you come to help out? Or just dropping things off?" he says, as if intentionally opening the conversation to include her.

Magik has posed:
Letting Mercy go first gives Illyana time to drop her bag to her feet and rummage around in one of the pockets. She gives a particularly pointed look to the contents, though it's more one of speculation and mental counting than irritation at the existence of a city atop perfectly nice marshland. "Hullo," she repeats, nodding to Mason as he introduces himself. The celebrities are otherwise not impressing her much; she apparently is too distracted to notice. Where, where, where; the flicker of her brows smooths out to a porcelain mask. A look around measures up the sudden appearance of anyone else behind her and then she gives Mason a mirrored stare of sorts through her loose blonde bangs. "You need help? What with?" Her toe nudges the backpack closer to her. "I have a few things." Beat. "From my brother." Liar.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy raises an eyebrow at Illyana, she's not believing the 'from my brother' line. "Yeah. Minty" Mercy sayss with a grin, and slides the holdall a little closer to speed up gift donating. Still though Merccy looks over to Mason. "Oh you're Mason?" she asks with a look of pleasure. She's met Mason. Which is good, andMercy glances to Illyana. "Anything in particular your brother brought?" Mercy asks. Subtle testig if it's a lie or not. Still, Mercy's not going to flat out shout Illy's a liar in the midst of a happy center. She'll just question, gently however.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Social cues are a strong point for Mason, so the subtle tension is not lost on him. How does he respond? Diplomacy! "Well, that's great to hear, Illyana, we thank both you and your brother." He gives a motion to the operation around. "Well, there's always room for more volunteers. This time of day is a little less staffed. Had a few people try to lift a few of the packages. Kinda sad. I mean, it's for the kids and people are stealing them." He gives a helpless shrug, glancing back to Mercy. "You know, we have reached over 2,300 presents so far today. We are hoping to make it seven by the day's end."

Nightingale has posed:
     Even if there isn't much one can do, it doesn't mean that's any excuse to not at least try. Word of the Rockefeller toy drive seems to have brought many out of the woodwork, including what some might think is a Christmas angel. But it's no angel. It's just another teen trying to do a little something extra for the holidays. Having begged off of studies for the day for charity's sake, and leaving the proper notifications as needed, Shannon's made her way to the event and is now ferrying a small batch of presents on over to the sleigh. She's in her cream tunic sweater, dark blue jeans, and caramel suede boots, with her ice-blue braid and its three little silver beeds peeking out from beneath that goofy-looking 'Where's Waldo' style red and white beanie hat. And nope, there's no hiding the wings--much to the delight of a few small children. With her arms somewhat full, she crouches down and extends her wings, giving the small gaggle of littles a chance to see an 'angel'. Their outright curiosity and lack of fear make her smile--oh, to be that small and fearless again!

Magik has posed:
"He would know." True fact, that. "Will they be wrapped?" Illyana abruptly asks, looking between the celebrities taking gifts. All that paper looks the same but she might not be sure, at any rate. Her eyes narrow a fraction. Question hanging in the air, she nods to Mercy briskly again sooner or later. "I can help carry boxes. And keep people from taking them." The serious nod from the Russian girl conveys that shifting dissent against anyone thieving from children or charity. Hard to say which prompts her action, but she hands the backpack over. It's rather heavy with its contents. "Will you show me where to put this? I am not sure."

From awkward donator to would-be guard, that's quite the jump, but one she clearly has no trouble to dealing with. Not until the angel flits by and she waves her fingers at Shannon.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's caught movement out of the corner of her eye, still handing presents off and keeping the bag open so the helpers can dig in and get the presents out. Hey, the bag itself /is/ a present...and she's not okay with stealing from gifts for kids. She too waves to Shannon, mouthing 'cookies' to her. The last time they talked, Mercy was on about licking bowls out after all. Still though, Mercy's got a purple belt in shi she kai kan karate. She's fine with guarding gifts. And if all else fails....she'll go four pwed and bite. Hard. Oh the joys of being the daughter of Coyote himself, Mercy's got tricks up her sleeves. She does though explain the bag's a gift too, and where's the paper to wrap it up in? Then again, knowing Mercy, she'll end up playing with the paper on four paws to entertain the kids. Because....why not? That's what she does, stashing clothes in a bathroom, stepping into being a coyote, and coming back on four paws, tail waggina dn perfectly fine with being petted, stroked and (hopefully not) taken home as a new pet. She's got a garage. Ending up as a pet would totaly ruin that. Plus, her father would laugh his butt off. And not help out because it'd be hilarious to him, thank you trickster god. Thanks a lot!

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Yeah, there's some wrapping over there," he nods in the direction of a crowded station. Unsurprising that it wouldn't be seen since it has several people around it, waiting to wrap their gifts. He glances over to the others spotting Shannon, following the gaze and tossing her a wink. "Anyone who wants to keep people from taking them is welcome to," he says. "Um, Chuck, the coordinator is around here somewhere." He cranks his head to the right behind him, then the left. "Um...somewhere."

Nightingale has posed:
     What's a little one to do when they see a stray canine-like creature? Why, start petting them and beg their parents to take the friendly creature home with them, of course! A befreckled, red-headed tomboy of a girl, maybe seven or eight years old, all arms and legs in her well-worn dark gray winter gear and bright purple mittens--because hey, red hair and purple mittens match, right?--seems to have ignored the hustle and bustle in favor of trying to convince her somewhat harried-looking parents to bring the friendly 'yote home. "But mooooooooooom! We've got LOTS of room for her to play! And, and, I'll brush her fur and feed her and take her for walks and EVERYTHING!" Oh, dear.

     Illyana, Mason, and Mercy all get a wave as Shannon is indulging the children's curiosity in her wings for the moment; apparently, this isn't the first she's dealt with littles approaching her like this. "Hi, guys! Heard you could use some extra help! Got a few toys but ummm, my hands are kind of full..." She nods towards the small pile of packages she's set down next to her, which she keeps an eye on to make sure the kiddos didn't mistake them for their own.

Magik has posed:
People might not be willing to wrap their gifts are going to be in for a small surprise. In all effects, when Illyana carries her bag over there. The first gift she pulls out is a large box of Lego, sparkly and crisp. Next up another box filled by exciting, thrilling socks. Hey, be fair: they have claws. Dinosaur toe socks for everyone. Then the ninja balaclavas, one with a bunny nose and another with a hedgehog effect because even animals need themselves some sneaky people in their pajamas. Forget stuffed animals, these are functional toys with a certain cool factor to them, and they are pulled out with a particularly focused ease. They make a small heap. "You will need another table," she tells the volunteer. That might be bemusing until the next box of Lego comes out, and then the Iron Man and Captain America: Space Action Best Friends set comes out, followed by a nifty science set that totally does not involve actual radioactive elements (hopefully). She eyes it with thorough scrutiny and hands it over, the jingling of glass audible. Then goes another Captain Marvel snowsuit, followed by a pile of them with glittering snowflakes and there is a snow skirt on one of those. Then another. Another that comes out sparkly.

The point is, there is no way that mountain is itself contained within a bag so little unless she has a bag of holding in there.

The Queen of Limbo is an active participant in the dismissing of objects, even while a little girl complains about not having a coyote. A flick of her wrist brings out a... stuffed coyote, nearly life-size. Identical to the Mercy coyote. Now it takes a fair bit of manhandling to get that out of the bag, and for a moment there she is hugging something with a bright purple bow stuck to it. Arms wrap around the fuzzy object. "Mason." She's not even visible behind it. "This? Her? Please?"

Three words, but they're a useful direction. But MOOOOOOOM. You should be careful what you wish for! Take that, cute kid.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy, on four paws, is wagging her tail. Not helping, Mercy. not helping at all. She's just asking to be somebody's Chirstmas pet. Wrapping paper though. Now that's an idea. She licks fingers and steps back as the other coyote's produced...and Mercy trots over to the table, peering then strolls to Shannon, sniffing her. Entertaining. Not being brought home. See, that Russian girl can be nice. And Mercy's now convinced she wasn't lying...and her family are rich. Mercy's not. She's also a bit jealous. Just a little.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason watches the coyote, rather bewildered for a moment. He probably shouldn't be, given how frequently he sees mutants. "Huh?" he asks, turning back to face Illyana. "Oh, um..." he reaches out, taking the giant stuffed toy, and gives a nod to the parents of the child. "Look, we have an extra one of...these." It does remarkably look similar. He looks back toward Illyana, "Where did you get this?" he asks quietly, and suddenly has another person wave to him. He doesn't recognize her, but smiles, and she clicks a picture before he takes a breath. He's got a lot of activities happening around him at the moment, and trying to keep track of them all.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles back at Mason, and Illyana, just moments before she has a cold, wet nose nudging her hand. Not far off, the redheaded girl's mother can be heard attempting to explain matters to her daughter. "But sweetie, that dog might already have a home and family." It didn't seem to mollify the child; however, once the stuffed Mercy plushie makes its appearance, all is well in the world! Saved by the Illyana!

Magik has posed:
The Russian girl is trying to be nice, for sure. The coyote toy is off to be delivered to someone else, since there's only a bow on it and nothing to worry about otherwise. The work of guarding presents will be done after pulling out a few more and deciding she's made a dent in the count. Other creations belong to other people, either way or not. "Thank you," she says simply. To Mason, she shrugs slightly. "I am always told being good counts for something." It isn't an explanation, not exactly. "So I put things to good use." He might not quite have a further definition from there, but there are simply too many people around for the blonde to explain further. She raises her fingers to her teeth, nibbling on an already ragged cuticle. A wonder it doesn't bleed, at that. See, saved by the plushie. She clears her throat. "Do you have everything you need over there?" This to Shannon. Spotlight, go away.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's thankful for it...and aplies coyote tongue to fingers, though given she's next to Shannon....cold, wet coyote nose, and wagging tail and all that are totally a thing. Four paws are better than tow legs. So the saying goes, as Mercy yips and seems to nod to Shannon, then wags her tail more at Illyana, a 'hey thanks for saving me' gesture. She trots around, then goes to inspect the wrapping paper...wondering how much it'd take to wrap a coyote. It's purely for science. For. Science. That done, she settles on the floor, laying down out the way with her paws stretched out, tail thudding on the floor. She's just looking like a lost pet or service animal or something. Definitely trying to pull off the 'I am fine here' look.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller has been working to help out a bit with some construction projects when needed. Today he has off, and has decided to go out for a walk about to see the city now in the holiday colors.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason stands up straight again. "Phew, this is hard work," he says, moving next to Shannon with a sly smile. "Makes hot chocolate sound good, you want to get some after this?" he asks. Given his attention skills, he doesn't see that there's someone sneaking up on the back side of the sleigh, away from the side that is being loaded, the side not facing the rest of the operation.

Nightingale has posed:
     With the ruffling of hair on a few little heads, and gentle exhortations to mind their families and be good to each other, Shannon somehow manages to disentangle herself from the passel of little ones that had gathered around her. She tucks her wings in neatly behind her and stands, gathering up her small array of toys to bring over to the gift-wrapping station. While there aren't as many as some, they seem to be well-chosen--there's a few craft projects, one or two toy-sized instruments, and even one set that lets a child 'dig' in clay like a real archaeologist to find 'dinosaur bones'. She flashes a smile of gratitude over to the blonde Russian woman, and inclines her head. "Actually, Illyana, I could use a hand getting these wrapped." Yeah, she'd seen enough strange things to not even bat an eye at the mysterious appearance of the life-size coyote plushie, or to question its origins. When a gift is given, you don't necessarily need to ask where it came from. Mercy gets a soft chuckle from her and a shake of her head. Hey, who could blame the kiddo for wanting to take a gorgeous coyote home with them to love?

     "Hot chocolate? Sounds good to me." Shannon's more focused on getting the presents to the wrapping station--perhaps with the help of Mason--and so doesn't have her attention on the sleigh, either. Her arms are rather full, and her voice a little muffled from the stack of presents that looks ready to topple over from her arms.

Magik has posed:
Illyana isn't ill at ease around other people. She merely might not be the happiest surrounded by the unfamiliar. The flicker of her fingertips resting against her hip, she moves among the crowd to avoid bumping into children or other good gift givers. If Shannon needs another set of hands, she can certainly manage that. Whatever is bigger or bulkier, she takes, or if it means an armful of bits. "Da," she replies to Shannon, giving her a chance to orient on the table for wrapping. The parade keeps moving on, and she shakes her head to Mason's offer of hot chocolate. Distracted, what can a girl do?

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy launches herself up and at the sled with a growl, a warning growl. Rrrrrrrrr, with her ears flat on her head, eyes locked on the sleigh. Mercy's willing to clattr full speed into the poor sol trying to steal from the sleigh. Mercy's willing to take one for the team, so to speak. Plus being slammed into by a flying 'yote's gotta hurt....for Mercy as well. She's stilled her tail wagging, and has paws outstretched. It's not every day you see a coyote launch herself at something. Or someone. It's like one of those TV nature documentaries is happening.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller is finding a place to watch people here a bit. He looks over to the sleigh a brow raised a bit to see whats going on over there since there is some type of commotion going on over there. He will head to get a better look.

Nightingale has posed:
     The commotion does catch Shannon's attention, and she turns from setting down the rest of her presents down at the wrapping station, just in time to see Mercy spring into action. Unfortunately, Christmas and charity can also bring somewhat unsavory sorts out of the woodwork, and today is sadly no exception. An older man that looks like he's seen better days, in the classic trope of a ratty, long grey coat, ragged beanie, scruffy brown beard, and ancient boots with holes in the toes, is just a little too close to the sleigh. He also looks white as a ghost, stumbling backwards as the coyote moves in to protect the presents. A few oaths are growled that are perhaps best left to the imagination.

Magik has posed:
The scruffy fellow might be subject to the mingled wrath of coyote and displeasure of a crowd watching. Maybe those badly mangled clothes signal a legitimate need. Maybe it's a costume! "Fake beggar" is muttered by at least one person there in the background. Their eager smiles for the holiday turn unhappy, frowns and then outright looks of disapproval and dismay an ugly shift in the wintertime mood. Illyana may not be the most emotive person in the room, but she certainly picks up on that. Halting as Shannon has her carrying some kind of burden, she assesses the fellow hiding in the presents makes a rather sorry shape and appearance. Her eyes turn paler still as she focuses on him for any signs of magic or worse in play, looking otherwise distracted from the gaggle of children who want their freedom. Sometimes the tropes are real. Sometimes they aren't, and the coyote is growling up the right pant leg to something truly terrible in his intention. Forty pounds of coyote is nothing to sneeze at.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
32 pounds, female coyote to be exact. Mercy's still in mid spring as claws find floor and she skitters over, jaws open, snarling now. It's a good thing coyotes can't speak. Mercy can be very, very vocal when she wants to be. Very. Very vocal, and now's a good time to scare the guy trying to steal presents. Mercy looks to him, and the presents, claws seeming to dig into the floor as the coyote stands he rground shaking out her fur, Mercy stays put, watching the sleigh. Who needs mall or center security anyway? She's just hoping nobody's called animal control. That'd get really awkward, really quickly. Shaking her nuzzle at the guy, Mercy's not sitting back and about to let him get away with stealing from kids. Not in the least. Another warning growl.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason glances over as the man backs up, and lets out a sigh. "See, all day." He tries to keep things less dramatic, and starts to jog over to the older man. "Hi, sir," he offers cordially. "If you have a present, we're asking everyone to deliver them over on this side, and if your family needs any, then you can sign up over there by the Frosty blow-up," he suggests, pointing to the other side of the operation. Rather than just call the guy a thief and make a scene, he's trying to dissolve it peacefully.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller will move closer to what is going on. He looks at the coyote, and the man. He crosses his arms ready to grab either man or coyote if he needs to. He is still trying to see what's going on, and if need he will interfer, but he wants to know whats going on and is still catching up.

Nightingale has posed:
     Thankfully, the sorry soul has no stench of magic around him. Just... a stench. It also looks as if he hasn't eaten for a while. Shannon frowns as she sees the fracas by the sleigh, and moves over to stand by Mercy, ready to keep animal control at bay. Just in case. "Hey there," she offers. "You okay?" While Mason seems to have the matter in hand, she still smiles. "If you ask over by the sign-up table, maybe they can help you out a little."

     There is dead silence, the man looking stunned as if he didn't expect any kindness at all from anyone, let alone four and a coyote. It certainly didn't look as if the world had shown him any in recent times, with lines of worry and stress etched into his worn features. "You've got to be kidding me," he grumbles. "Nobody does for each other anymore."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy looks to Shannon with an ear twitch, then the man, then all around before back to the sleigh. She's still an alert coyote really, but Mercy's still on edge just a little and not trusting somebody who was, c'mon, just sneaking up on the pile of gifts. Shaking her head, Mercy pulls herself up to her full four pawed height, but she does seem to relax a tiny, tiny bit. Ears not quite so flat. Though...she's still looking to the man, but now it's one of curiosity not 'I am going to rip your throat out'

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller looks to the man and says "I believe people do try to help people now and again still, but when they see someone taking from those who have little in the first place it makes it harder for people to want to help them. You do good people are more likely to help.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason, joining the Hallmarkian mood, nods with that pretty boy smile of hils. "Yeah man, it's Christmas," he says, piggybacking. "It's a time for everyone to pull together and stuff." He motions around. "Everyone here wants to help each other." He reaches out for a tentative fist bump. After all, that guy's kinda smelly, and he doesn't really want to go as far as a hug. "Tell ya what, maybe we could get some hot chocolate or somethin' here soon, how's that?"

Nightingale has posed:
     The down-and-out man just looks at everyone, stunned. Could this be a change for the better in his fortunes? Was there, after all, hope for the hopeless in this holiday season? With Mercy at least no longer posing a threat, and a fist-bump of fellowship offered, the gesture is returned in kind. "I still don't believe it, man. But thanks." Shannon moves to escort the man over to the sign-up table, trying to keep a smile on her face--but there is mist in her eyes. And it's not from the smell, judging by the droop of her wings.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's relax and is trotting with Shannon and the man, though she's glancing back to see what everyone else is up to as well. See. Mercy's proud of Shannon, it's the way she looks to the winged one, and seems to smile, insomuch a coyote can. Mercy trots to Shannon and offers a paw for a high five. Because that's totally normal animal behavior. It's better than chewing on shoes or stealing laces, really. Looking to Joseph for a moment Mercy lifts her other paw for a wave, balancing on her hind paws. Kind of a giveaway she's not your average canine really, not at all. Putting the waved paw back on the floor, Mercy's balancing on three paws, head canted to the side as she's taking everything in.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller 's brow raises did the coyote just wave at him. He will rub the bridge of his nose, ha aint been working that hard has he? He looks over to Shannon "Girl from the dinner right? this a friend of yours?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon turns as Joseph addresses her, canting her head slightly as she peers at him for a moment. It takes her a second, but she smiles in recognition and nods. "That was a little while back. Didn't expect I'd ever see you again. How've you been?" Mercy gets a nice ear-scritching as the man is in the care of some of the volunteers at the sign-up table, who usher him off to get the help he needs to get back on his feet. Small Christmas miracles -could- still happen after all. "This is Mercy. Yeah, you could say she's a friend."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's enjoying the ear scritching. And yes. Yes. She did wave. Because she can totally step into being a coyote, but she strolls off toward the bathrooms whe stashed her clothes. She's been on four paws, and she turns to watch Shannon, Joseph et al before nudging the door open with her nose. Being back on two legs sounds real good right about now...

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller nods, and says "Yea, been a few months but kid with wings sorta sticks in the memory even if in Bushwick," He will tell her chuckling "So the canine a friend of yours, don't think I have ever seen a wave before.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles softly, shrugging, her wings ruffling a bit behind her. "She's definitely unique, but she's a good sort. Sharp as a tack. I don't get to see her all that often, either." Holding out her hand, she tilts her head towards him. "Just in case I don't see you again before then, Merry Christmas to you."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy comes back on two legs then and nods to them. "Merry Christmas. And I owe you a bowl of cookie mix, too" Mercy nods to Shannon and grins to Joseph then smiles. "Somehow, I think we helped in our own ways. Anyone seen a big brown dog around here?" Mercy asks. She's totally playing innocent. "I went to the bathroom and my dog ran off! Mercy explains. Yeah good story, Mercy.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller looks over and says "Hey babe." He leans over to hug Mercy giving her a quick kiss "So what you been up to, just got waved at by a coyote, not something I thought would happen, not in New York even more.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lofts her eyebrow at the pair and chuckles softly, shaking her head. Ah, well, perhaps someday... who knows? "Had no idea you two knew each other. But then again, haven't seen either of you in something like, forever."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy smiles and leans into Joseph, "What, you didn't know this city had coyotes? I mean, aside from the zoos? You got to pay attention, they're definitely in the city, you know how foxes are? Yeah same deal" she nods and smiles to Shannon. "Nah I was in there" she says gesturing to the door to the facilities. "WHat'd I miss, aside from social canines?" Mercy asks. She's setting herself up to faceplant if she's not careful though.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller says, "Seems some guy needed some help but was going the wrong way about it. " He will tell Mercy. "Did not have to get into any trouble at least." He grins and looks over to Shannon "Mercy helped fix my bike, and we sorta clicked.""

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles at the pair. "May we all someday be so lucky. Sounds like you've got your Christmas miracle." There's a hint of shadows in her eyes, but only briefly, as she steps back. "I should probably consider getting on home. Still got a lot of Christmas presents to finish making."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy smiles, looking pleased at Shannon then Joseph. "So, what you think of the center?" Mercy asks with a smile, then checks her watch.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller says, "Decent looking with the lights and such. I thought I would see what the city has put up. I might come out again tonight to see things after dark, want to come with me?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy nods, "Sure thing" she nods and looks around again, "Though I gotta go find my dog though, so...." Mercy muses with a shrug, palms raised. "Always gets away but comes home, though. C'mon, let's go find said canine" Mercy offers, beginning to head around the center to look for....well.....a coyote.