Pip had an odd relationship with his position; traditionally, there was magic and potions and voodoo, none of which he himself practiced, and he was reminded of this every time he went into the temple. He wasn't...uncomfortable, simply aware that past soothsayers and sages must have found a sort of holiness or divinity in this place that he did not. Well, Junji hadn't seemed to either, so it couldn't be too awful that Pip didn't. With the coming of Christmas, he wanted to participate a bit, at least decorate something, but the temple didn't seem appropriate, almost. Pip wasn't religious in the slightest, but out of respect for the people before him, he didn't want to string up tinsel and bells and wreaths in a place where it would be unwelcome. So he chose to decorate the massive tree instead, which, in hindsight, might not have been the greatest idea.

Pip wasn't much of a climber, but here he was, on top of the temple with tinsel, which had taken him a while to manage. He swallowed a bit, glancing down surreptitiously while he walked around the trunk, winding silver as he went.

"Marie Curie, that's a ways down," he muttered to himself, tucking himself closer to the tree, as though that might somehow save him if this went south- both figuratively and literally.
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