Scenario:A Granblue Carol - Santa's Little Helpers

A Granblue Carol - Santa's Little Helpers

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The stars are twinkling and the snow is glistening. Once again it's that time of the season. Now the crew sets foot on a certain town, but whatever could be the reason?

The town should be abustle this time of the year, full of laughs, decorations, and holiday cheer. However with just one glance one can see that something's gone awry, that much is clear.

Man: At this rate, it looks like this year we're gonna have to cancel the holidays...

Woman: Oh, such a pity... The children have been looking forward to it all winter too.

Disheartened voices are heard high and low. A once festive town, now gloomy with woe.

Mary: Yikes... Talk about somber.

Rackam: Yeah, well... I don't blame 'em. The town's been looking forward to celebrating the holidays all year, but it doesn't look like they'll be able to.

Rosetta: That's right—and it's why we've come here today.

Rackam: I get why that old man asked us to take care of this one.

It all began just a few days back, when on the door of the Grandcypher came a ratta-tap-tap.

Opening the door on that cold winter's night, (Captain) was met with a mysterious sight—a stranger all right, but cloaked in a familiar crimson and white.

???: ...

Vyrn: Whoa! Wh-who are you?

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho! It is I, Santa Claus!

Lyria: Goodness! I-it's the real Santa Claus!

Santa Claus: Ah, Lyria... Have you been well?

Stumbling and bumbling, the crew welcome the man in. They just can't believe it—it's really him!

Vyrn: Come on, Santa! If you would've told us you were comin' we could've gotten ready for ya!

Rackam: Speaking of which... How did you board the Grandcypher anyway?

Rackam: We've been in flight for days without making any stops... Wait, don't tell me you've been stowed away somewhere this whole time?

Santa Claus: No, no... I merely arrived moments ago.

Vyrn: No way! You flew on board?

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho! I think that goes without saying for Santa Claus.

Rackam: Sheesh... Talk about a man of mystery.

Rackam: So anyway... To what do we owe this pleasure?

With dampened spirits, Santa reveals the reason for his last-minute visit.

Santa Claus: The truth is, I have a favor to ask of you all.

Lyria: A favor?

Santa Claus: Yes. It seems that the holidays may not be so merry for a certain town...

The crew learns of a certain town and their holiday tradition, but it seems that this year it may not come to fruition.

For once every year they'd get a big tree, and place it in the town square for Santa to see.

There Santa would lay all of the toys, enough for each and every one of the town's girls and boys. But alas this year they could not, leaving the townspeople fraught and distraught.

Santa Claus: Of course, if it were anywhere else I'd have no reservation about placing their presents by their bedsides.

Santa Claus: But it'd really be a shame... The children here always look forward to finding their presents under the tree.

Rackam: I see... Basically, you want us to help them prepare a tree for the holidays?

Santa Claus: I've heard tales from all corners of the sky telling of the good you do... Won't you accept this old man's request?

Vyrn: Heh, don't even sweat it, gramps! You can count on us for the job!

1. Accept his request.
2. Tales? What kind of tales?

Choose: Tales? What kind of tales?

Santa Claus: Of course, for example...

Rackam: Now hold on a minute, (Captain). Is that really what's important right now?

Rackam: We're not in it for the fame—wherever there's a call for help, we'll be there. Right, (Captain)?

Choose: Accept his request.

Santa Claus: Oh ho ho! Splendid! I knew I had a good feeling about you folks.

Relieved at (Captain)'s answer, Santa takes a load off his shoulder, and bursts into a great bellow of laughter.

As the halls of the Grandcypher echo with laughter most merry, the sound draws the attention of Feena and Mary.

Mary: Hey, what's going on? I thought I heard a strange voice...

Feena: My party senses are going wild! Lemme in on the fun too!

As one may assume, the two girls quickly notice the stranger as they enter the room.

Feena: Uh... So who's the old guy?

Mary: Did we always have someone like this in our crew?

Mary: Wait a sec... That outfit—you wouldn't happen to be...

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho... That's right, girls. The one and only Santa Claus.

Rackam: I don't think they're gonna believe you just willy-nilly...

Feena: Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you in person!

Rackam: Aaand I stand corrected.

Rosetta: Hehe, it's wonderful how innocent and pure they are.

Mary: Speak for yourself—I'm still on the fence here.

Feena: Say, Santa. You deliver presents to children all across the sky, right?

Santa Claus: Yes indeedy do! Bringing smiles to children everywhere is my lifework.

Santa Claus: I'll come once a year to take away the tears and spread good cheer.

Santa Claus: There's nothing I want more than to see their smiles.

Feena: So you're not only delivering presents, but smiles and cheer too, right?

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho... That's right.

Feena: ...!

Feena: Wow, that's incredible! It sounds like barrels of fun!

Feena: I mean, to spread joy and happiness, knowing that everyone's smiles are because of you—that's gotta be the best feeling ever!

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho... It really is.

Santa Claus: Well then, lass, here's an idea—how about you try being Santa Claus for a day?

Feena: Really? Do you mean it?

Feena: Bringing good cheer and joy to all... Sign me up! I wanna be Santa!

Rackam: Whoa now, just hold your reindeer, gramps. You can't be serious.

Santa Claus: What can I say? She was looking at me with stars in her eyes.

Santa Claus: Besides, I've been hoping to share the gift of the holidays like this with somebody.

Santa Claus: Of course, only if she's up for it.

Feena: Yeah, I'm on board 110 percent! I wanna be Santa Claus!

Mary: You're pretty much down to do anything, aren't you. Isn't receiving presents the fun part of the deal?

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho... It's settled then. Can I entrust you with the task?

Feena: Yeah, just leave it to me! You're helping too, right, Mary?

Mary: Wha... Why do I have to?

Mary: Besides, I don't think I'm really the type to play Santa...

Feena: Come on, let's do it! It'll be loads of fun! Pleeease!

Feena: I just know you'll make an awesome Santa Claus! Come on, come on!

Lyria: I... I want to see you as Santa Claus too!

Mary: What! Not you too, Lyria!

Rosetta: Hehe. I'd like to see it as well.

Mary: Gimme a break, Rosetta...

Rosetta: I'm being serious! I just know you have it in you to fill their little hearts with joy.

Rosetta: And besides, an opportunity like this doesn't come every day, you know?

Mary: Yeah, you can say that again...

Mary: ...

Mary: Okay! If you're all gonna be so adamant about it, I guess I have no choice!

Mary: After all, even I wouldn't be so heartless as to deprive those children of smiles!

Mary: Just watch! They'll be the happiest children you've ever seen!

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho! I just know you girls will get it done through and through.

Feena: All right! We're gonna deliver all the presents, and become the best Santas that ever Santa'd!

Mary: Yeah!

Rosetta: Hehe... That's the spirit!

Rackam: First things first. We've gotta find a proper tree somewhere. Let's find someone to ask about it...

All around they search town, when suddenly they stumble upon a man with a frown.

Man: Oh dear... What are we going to do...

Mary: Pardon me, sir! I couldn't help but notice you looked worried. Would your troubles just happen to be about a fir tree?

Man: Huh? How did you know?

Rackam: A little bird told us. Well, a pretty big one actually... Anyway, you don't have a tree ready for this year, do you?

Man: We don't. About the tree though... You should probably come with me.

Man: I'll show you—it's kind of a long story.

The townsperson invites the crew to his house, where he tells of the town's holiday doubts.

The forest where fir trees can be found has been infested with monsters abound. No one would dare try and go in, at least not for now.

Man: Seems they appear in the forest whenever it snows, but try as we might, there's no getting rid of them.

Man: I've never seen so many monsters gathered in one place before... I must admit, I'm completely confounded.

Rackam: I see. Basically, if someone manages to take care of the monster problem, you'll be able to get a tree. Am I right?

Mary: Well, in that case, it's simple! Let's head on down to the forest and give those monsters a whoppin'!

Man: Would you really do that for us?

Feena: Heheh! Don't you worry about that—just leave it to Super Cutie Feena Claus!

Man: Oh, thank goodness!

Man: But even if we find a tree, we haven't nearly enough time remaining to decorate it...

Rosetta: Oh, do you need some extra hands? We have you covered.

Man: You'll really help us out?

Mary: Well, I actually came to deliver presents...

Mary: But since the situation calls for it, we'll help decorate too!

Man: Oh, you truly are angels! I think we may just be able to pull this off in time yet!

Boy: Humph! We don't need no stinkin' tree!

The crew turns around to see a bedridden boy looking annoyed, his leg in bandages and expression devoid of any joy.

Man: Hey now! You don't really mean that. I'm sorry, fellas... I hope that you'll have good news for us soon.

Boy: ...

Rosetta: Is that little boy your son?

Man: Yeah, sorry about that. He's going through a bit of a rough time.

Man: He's injured his leg and can't play outside, so he's been pretty grumpy.

Mary: So that's what happened... I don't blame him for being upset, not being able to play on such a merry holiday.

The crew has nary a moment to pity the youngster, as soon they're interrupted by cries getting louder and louder.

Resident: M-monsters! Monsters are in town!

Rackam: What!

Rosetta: Let's move!

Snowman: ...

Feena: Urk! There's a whole bunch of 'em!

Feena: Oh, but now that I take a closer look, they're actually kinda cute.

Mary: What are you saying at a time like this? Come on, let's take care of them!

A Granblue Carol - Santa's Little Helpers: Scene 2

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Back into the wilds the snowmen run in fright, without at all having put up a fight!

But as the snowmen escape, Rosetta watches in question with a worried expression.

Rosetta: ...

Rackam: What's up, Rosetta? Something wrong?

Rosetta: Oh... It's nothing, I suppose. I was thinking there was something a little strange about their behavior.

Rosetta: It didn't appear that they were here to attack the town or the people. There must have been another objective in mind...

Rosetta: Oh, what's this?

Noticing something round on the ground, Rosetta picks it up to see—just what could it possibly be?

Rosetta: It's a... paper medal?

Rackam: Did that monster just now drop it?

Rosetta: It looks like it.

Rosetta: But why do you think they have something like this?

Rackam: What do you say we go somewhere to map out our strategy?

Rosetta: Good idea. It looks like we may have more on our plates than we bargained for.

Rackam: We need a place that a lot of people could gather and work together...

Man: If you're looking for a place like that, how about the warehouse outside of town?

Man: It's quite spacious, and it's where we store the materials used to make the ornaments every year for the tree.

Rackam: That sounds perfect—mind showing us the place?

The group agrees to split into two teams—one for decoration constructing, and yet another just for tree hunting.

Mary: Leave the decor to yours truly! These hands are ready to create!

Feena: Then I guess it's up to the amazing Feena for the tree! I'll find us all the trees—a plethora of flora!

Mary: Just how many do you plan on bringing?

Mary: We only need one! Got that? But get the very best one!

Mary and Feena have taken the helm, ready and raring to bring joy back to the realm.