Schematic-stuff: Oh NO! Baby Santa has been kidnapped! What to do?! What will happen to Christmas?!

Plot: You're currently in Gingerbread Land, gathered in the Gingerbread Mansion as the Gingerbread Man calls the meeting about what to do about Baby Santa's disappearance to order.

How to play: Make up a character and run with it\him\her! You can also play as the Gingerbread Man, but first come, first serve.

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The Sugarplum Fairy, or Sugar, as her friends called her, was nearly as inconsolable as Mrs. Claus. Baby Sanata had been like her very own son.... She'd played with him and taken him on walks and babysat him and even snuck him bits of candy from her Unlimited Pouch of Sweets when his parents weren't looking. And now he was GONE! Gone, before he'd even had a chance to grow in his first beard-hair. It just wasn't possible! Who would dare to commit such an atrocity?!

Whipping out a pink, lace-trimmed handkerchief, she wiped her eyes just a hair short of delicately upon it before folding it up and tucking it back inside her white and pink vertically striped bodice. Tucking a strand of her blue candyfloss hair behind her small, pointed ear, she managed to sniff back her tears and sit up straighter in her gingerbread chair (which she was valourously holding back from snacking upon- not that she'd even THINK of doing such a thing in a time like this).

Not a moment too soon, as the Gingerbread Man himself strode through the huge double doors of his mansion and seated himself at the head of the expansive oval table.

The Candy Cane Fairy, known as CC, is an exceptionally tall and thin
fairy, with red eyes, snow-white skin, red hair, and long pointed ears.
She dresses in red and white horizontal stripes only, and her thing
wings looked much like that of a dragonflies.

CC sat amongst the others at the large oval table, her normally
statuesque posture was slouched, easily displaying the broken state of
her heart. She didn't want to believe the news, their dearest Baby
Santa... kidnapped... how could it be possible?

Her face, typically snowy-white, looked even paler, if that were even
possible, and her very long, twig-like fingers were clasped together in
an attempt to hold even the slightest bit of composure. But nothing
could stop the tears from slipping out the corners of her pure red
eyes, her tear crystallized into tiny peppermint candies mere
milliseconds before hitting the table.

She removed her striped, cone-shaped hat and scooped the crystallized
peppermint tears into it, then choosing to just bow her head and cry
into her hat, so to not make a mess. She was thankful for the veil her
long, blazing red hair created.

As the Gingerbread Man entered the mansion and seated himself, CC tried
to pull herself together, placing her hat back on top of her head,
grimacing as a few of her collected candy tears fell out and skipped
across the floor.

OOC: For those of you who might be turned off by the sweetness (no pun int- okay, maybe a little), you don't HAVE to be absolutely good and candy-related and concerned about the little tyke. Just an FYI. Your character's up to you!

IC:

"My friends," the Gingerbread Man began in his impressive baritone voice, "We are all gathered here today to discuss a very sad occurrence. As you all know, our own Baby Santa has been kidnapped- but as to the reason, or by whom, we as yet cannot say. This poses a grave question: What will happen to Christmas when our current Santa Claus must step down? This happening is not as far away as it may seem.... With all due respect to my friend, he is getting on in years and must someday pass his title down to his son.

"We never expected for something like this to happen; now, in hindsight, I must admit that this was a mistake. Baby Santa holds our hope, the future of the mortal coil, in his hands. Without him, Christmas would be forced to end- and then where would we be? With no other leads to go on, we are currently assuming that the kidnapper's original plan was indeed to stop Christmas. The holiday of lights, of good tidings and joy and giving, must be a nuisance to some, whom I will not name, and kidnapping Baby Santa would be a prime way of doing away with this most beloved of holidays once and for all."

"Another-"

"Gingerbread Man?"

Everyone looked around to see who had spoken. It was Sugar, blushing a furious cotton-candy pink as she realized that she had interrupted. Good timing and grace had never been one of her strong points, however much she may have strived to convey the opposite.

However, the Gingerbread Man did not scold or glare, only gazed at her kindly, nodding his assent to her to take the floor. "Yes, Sugarplum Fairy?"

"I... I was wondering," She stuttered out, secretly wishing to smack her head upon the table- how could she be such a clutz? "I was wondering," she said again, this time more strongly, "If the kidnapper, or kidnappers, could not be wanting to only do away with Christmas, but somehow..... somehow be wanting to turn Baby Santa against us?" Her voice faltered once more as she thought on that most horrible of possibilities. Their own sweet Baby Santa... let it not be true!

“I zink…” CC spoke up, the odd accent on her femininely
low and drawn out voice catching everyone’s ear. “Zat she has a good point?”





CC got up on her feet, and gave a small bow to Sugar. The Gingerbread Man cleared his throat, signaling for her to continue.






“Sink about zis… we all love baby Santa, like he is all
our son, yes?” she slowly tapped the tips of her long fingers together.



“I cannot
imagine zat zey would not turn Baby Santa against us, knowing that we would
never do a zing to harm him… we would all be at ze mercy of ze enemy.”





“How zey plan to do zis, how fast zey could do zis, I
know not… but it seems zat for the kidnappers it would be an obvious and
irresistible option.” CC concluded, her wings fluttering a bit, before she took her seat again, blushing slightly.

Sugar gave an internal sigh of relief that someone had actually agreed with her. Silently, she thanked CC for saving her from looking like an over-dramatic fool. Sitting up a little straighter, she covertly looked around to see what the reactions from the others gathered at the table were.