Mistletoe Meme

[godofthemachine]

Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... That's weird, it's Decemb-- oh wait. December is the perfect time to get stuck under the mistletoe with someone. And look! There's a someone else stuck with you under there right now! And, of course, you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

Let's start off December with a little holiday cheer!

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This was lovingly stolen from bakerstreet and I feel like AX needs to celebrate the holidays too.

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[chambermaid]

[ taking gwensexual to a whole other level]

[tofindthesun]

[kept thinking i could never live without you by my siideee!!]

[chambermaid]

[ lydia please. this ain't girls gone wild. ]

[chambermaid]

[ except now gwen's stuck to your side, legolas. what the hey. ]

[tofindthesun]

[but then i spent so many nights thinking how this could be worse and i wish i could punch that mistletoe in the face.]

..I suppose singing it out loud will do us no good. [no offense, gwen.]

[chambermaid]

[ walk out the door! just turn around now, you're not welcome here anymore either, legolas. ]

Erm, no, I suppose not.

they're SECOND cousins. Or something. It's totally chill. ;)

[ladytactful]

You know, I hear there are rather gruesome traditions that come from standing under garlands of poisonous berries like that.

[magewarden]

[ Oh no, don't say gruesome to Mr Seriousface mage. Daylen blinks then frowns up at the mistletoe, eyeing it suspiciously. ]

Truly? I cannot say I am familiar with such a thing. What is it that you have heard? Nothing you wish to re-enact, I hope.

[ladytactful]

Oh yes. [ all srs fais as she steps closer ] They're simply stomach-churning, I wouldn't want to inflict many of them upon you, but...

[ small, sad headshake ] Unfortunately, there's nothing for it, you're standing right under the monstrous thing. I'm so sorry.

[ aaaaand darts in to give him a quick kiss. On the lips, of course, because she's wicked. ]

[luckyseventh]

Really a thing, [ Hotspur readily agrees with his grin dropping momentarily as he adopts a look of fake seriousness. ] Here at the end of the universe and all space wants us to do is kiss! Doesn't seem so bad now, does it?

[onsilksheets]

That so? What other things were you looking at?

[backwardscompatible]

A little exaggeration never hurt anyone. But this isn't a spell, just something engineered to act like one.

[backwardscompatible]

It could be. I must admit I haven't been looking particularly hard for them. [ She's never had a problem with kissing people and the reactions have been great fun. ]

[darkholme]

[ Raven's not even aware of the mistletoe at first, not until she tries to move away from the doorway she's standing in and realizes she.. can't. it takes her a couple seconds to make the connection though, but even still - how is a plant keeping her trapped right here? ]

Um? [ jolt jolt shift hhhhup ]

I mean, hi. But. I can't? [ MOVE???? ]

[introuble]

Ahah. Yeah. Right? So weird. [ S-SO STOIC. GWEN'S JUST SO IMPRESSED. because she's nervously shifting around like she's going to find some sort of technological way out of this. buttons to press! codes! encryptions! safety protoc-

they have to kiss don't they. :| ]

You wouldn't happen to know any alternative traditions that include mistletoe, would you?

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ Alistair looks similarly apologetic, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ]

Uh, right, my fault too, ha ha.

[ Similarly, Alistair tries to move... that's odd. Alistair tries to move. Nothing. ]

So, um. This may sound weird but... can you move?

[birchcore]

[ bethany tries to take a step and can't even seem to move her foot. ]

[ status: not moving. ]

This is quite odd. I can't seem to at all.

[ what is going on? she's not complaining about being in the company of a nice-looking man, but flames. it would be nice to give him his space! ]

[theyalldieforme]

Well we weren't getting out from under that mistletoe.

And I don't know if you know me, but I don't humor anyone. Just ask my sister.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ Alistair awkwardly fidgets. This is... not how he imagined ever spending time with a pretty girl, that's for sure. ]

So. This must be a terrible first impression.

OH REALLY??

[servant]

[WHAT IF MERLIN GRABS HER AND HOLDS HER THERE TOO? WHAT THEN??]

[birchcore]

[ she can't say that it's ideal for her, either. a nice walk around a garden, maybe? or even mountain climbing like aveline and donnic did! this is. awkward. but hey, no. not so terrible! she laughs softly. ]

It could be worse. [ truth! bethany regains some pride and optimism. and holds out a hand. ]

Bethany Hawke. Pleasure to meet you, Ser.

[bring_em_down]

There was a pretty good-looking woman headed my way.

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

[luckyseventh]

[ Hotspur is an eternal lieutenant. He lacks the drive to force his way up the ranks, he lacks any real bite of authority to take charge and discipline his subordinates. A follower, not a leader; an avid avoider of promotion. Taking command of the shuttle bay in the first eight months of being on the Tranquility had been more of a personal pet project than a commission. And when Carolyn had arrived - Captain Fry - Hotspur had been only to happy to step aside and let her organise matters. Carolyn became the head of the flight crew, but in his quiet, solid way Hotspur remained the heart. Carolyn, the consumate survivor who suffered no bullshit on deck, and Hotspur, fond of organisation but perhaps a little too quick to relent when it came to discipline. The mum and dad of the shuttle bay, each with their own contrasting methods and approaches but both devoted to their job and their little flight crew.

Hotspur had laughed at the mistletoe at first. In the grand scheme of things - near death experiences, the demons, endless corridors and skeletons in hidden rooms - it wasn't exactly a dire situation. A little alarming, perhaps, if any of it gets sucked in to a live engine. ]

It's an Old Earth thing, apparently. [ He informs her with a nudge of his head towards the mistletoe above when they both inevitably get trapped. He discards the hydro-spanner he'd been using to the floor with a clatter and shrugs candidly. ] Looks pretty, at least?

[forlifeloveandcheese]

Right. I could be stranded with someone not as pretty. [ Casual cough. He shakes her hand. ] It's nice to meet you too. I'm Alistair.

[ He looks up, trying not to stare at her too much, and notices the mistletoe... Oh. He points up. ] I swear, none of this was planned.

[birchcore]

[ did he just? yes, it seems he has. she has never been called that word before! hopefully it's dark enough that her blush goes unnoticed. she does smile sheepishly, though. ]

That is something I can definitely agree with. [ compliments are awesome, yes? his name is very fam-- maker! that's the king's name. she might be stuck in a hallway with the king of ferelden!

and she not even able to curtsy. :C ]

Hm? [ pardon her, she's been a bit distracted. alert, she looks up and promptly turns redder than aveline's hair. who's set them up? ]

I believe you. [ her sister would be more forward and daring than she. alas. ]