Ami is not a particularly crafty type of person. It's not that she has two left hands, but art and crafts have never interested her and were also never something she needed (if her kids needed help crafting, there were always enough other adults around who could do it with them. Adults with more time on their hands usually, too). So being shoved at a table with fiddly little mechanical bits to assemble seems like... a Choice. But inquiries bring the result that no, she's really meant to do this task, and well. It's not like she's got anything else to do (which is a weird, weird feeling. She hasn't been in this position for a while). Might as well roll with it and try to figure out the lay of the land some more while she's at it. Observe, learn, and... try to follow the instructions for how to assemble this.
Uh.
She doesn't even know how to read those. Back home she would ask Serenity, but her packmate isn't here, so... Why not start networking? She looks up and asks the closest person: "Hey. Can you make sense of these instructions?" And pushes them over towards them.
b) WHEN, WHAT TO MY WONDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR
...yeah, this is jarring. Not the sleigh ride or the whole cookies and milk thing. It's strange, but after all else that she's seen it's honestly almost expected. No, the jarring part is stuffing toys into stockings and realising that there's little action figures of war-form werewolves among those toys.
She has to double-take before she can believe it, and then she wastes a moment longer, long enough for her partner in Santa-replacment to notice her pause, to stare at it, before she finally stuffs the toy into the stocking.
Way to drive the whole "your history is a published story here" home to someone who is used to keeping the very existence of her kind secret from the world. ...Jarring is an understatement, really.
f) I'M MISTER HUNDRED AND ONE
Oh for - Ami narrows her eyes at the Krampus and its very filled looking bag.
She could just go in for an attack, but the way the creature has the bag shouldered means that it can in a heartbeat swing around and get in the way of any attack.
And if she's right and there is a child (or more) inside, that would just not do. So she turns to the person next to her and very quietly states: "We need a distraction. Could you do that, while I sneak around to get the bag away from it to get the kids inside out of harm's way? Or we can do it the other way around. Your choice."
NEW CHARACTER: Ami Bites-Thumb | Werewolf: The Apocalypse
Ami is not a particularly crafty type of person. It's not that she has two left hands, but art and crafts have never interested her and were also never something she needed (if her kids needed help crafting, there were always enough other adults around who could do it with them. Adults with more time on their hands usually, too). So being shoved at a table with fiddly little mechanical bits to assemble seems like... a Choice. But inquiries bring the result that no, she's really meant to do this task, and well. It's not like she's got anything else to do (which is a weird, weird feeling. She hasn't been in this position for a while). Might as well roll with it and try to figure out the lay of the land some more while she's at it. Observe, learn, and... try to follow the instructions for how to assemble this.
Uh.
She doesn't even know how to read those. Back home she would ask Serenity, but her packmate isn't here, so... Why not start networking? She looks up and asks the closest person: "Hey. Can you make sense of these instructions?" And pushes them over towards them.
b) WHEN, WHAT TO MY WONDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR
...yeah, this is jarring. Not the sleigh ride or the whole cookies and milk thing. It's strange, but after all else that she's seen it's honestly almost expected. No, the jarring part is stuffing toys into stockings and realising that there's little action figures of war-form werewolves among those toys.
She has to double-take before she can believe it, and then she wastes a moment longer, long enough for her partner in Santa-replacment to notice her pause, to stare at it, before she finally stuffs the toy into the stocking.
Way to drive the whole "your history is a published story here" home to someone who is used to keeping the very existence of her kind secret from the world. ...Jarring is an understatement, really.
f) I'M MISTER HUNDRED AND ONE
Oh for - Ami narrows her eyes at the Krampus and its very filled looking bag.
She could just go in for an attack, but the way the creature has the bag shouldered means that it can in a heartbeat swing around and get in the way of any attack.
And if she's right and there is a child (or more) inside, that would just not do. So she turns to the person next to her and very quietly states: "We need a distraction. Could you do that, while I sneak around to get the bag away from it to get the kids inside out of harm's way? Or we can do it the other way around. Your choice."