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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carolyn fry

[suddenlycaptain]

Re: carolyn fry

[logicunlocked]

[ Inside a shuttle is a totally legit place for a nap, right? He's done it once or twice and doesn't think much of it until he goes to exit the shuttle later, and finds Captain Fry standing right in the middle of the hatch. ]

Oh, hey... Were you looking for me, Boss?

[ It's only after he starts speaking that he notices the spring of mistletoe dangling over her head, and he glances at it and back to her. ]

[suddenlycaptain]

Well, I was.

[ Carolyn glances up at the mistletoe too, sighing. ]

But then I got stuck.

[ At least she found him... ]

[logicunlocked]

Got...stuck?

[ He's got a slight smirk on his face now, one eyebrow raised. ]

What'd you need me for, exactly?

[suddenlycaptain]

Stuck.

[ No seriously York it won't let her move don't be a brat :c ]

I was going to warn you about the mistletoe.

[logicunlocked]

[ Sorry, York's a professional brat. Oh wait, he's not sorry.

He looks up at it again, turning his eyes upward without moving his head. ]

Pretty dangerous stuff, huh?

[suddenlycaptain]

"Dangerous" isn't the word I would use.

[ She just sounds really annoyed. ]

Unless you're sick and contagious.

[logicunlocked]

[ He turns his eyes back on her, smirk widening into a grin. ]

Contagious, no. Not sick either. You?

[suddenlycaptain]

No. Just stuck.

[ And apparently stuck with a brat, even if he isn't actually under the mistletoe right now. ]

[logicunlocked]

[ That situation will end with York stepping forward, setting his hands on the sides of the hatch. ]

You need help with that, Boss?

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Welp. Hi, York.

Carolyn still doesn't look terribly amused, looking up at him. ]

It's that or we both stay here until we rot.

[logicunlocked]

That doesn't sound pleasant.

[ He moves one hand as though to set it on her shoulder, but then seems to consider something, tilting his head slightly and rubbing his neck instead. ]

You gotta preference?

[suddenlycaptain]

Not really.

[ She watches that movement and catches him changing his mind, and funnily enough, it has the set of her shoulders relaxing a little. ]

Getting back to work eventually would be nice.

[logicunlocked]

[ It mostly has to do with the fact that she's his superior, though he wouldn't want to overstep his bounds even if she wasn't. He knows a way to handle that, though.

He sets his hand back on the edge of the doorway. ]

What if I told you I like a woman who takes charge?

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Well then you would get a blank stare much like the one she's giving you right now, York.

Carolyn does recover though, even if she's internally wondering yet again how this has become her life. ]

Just get over here and kiss me.

[logicunlocked]

[ He grins, now free to step forward and set one hand on her waist and one on her shoulder. ]

Oh, when you put it that way.

[ And he bends his head and kisses her. ]

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Carolyn's not a tall woman -- she's about average, just over 5'5". People forget that sometimes, because her bark is loud and she's stubborn as hell. She hasn't forgotten it though, and for a moment she freezes before mentally kicking herself and kissing back, one hand resting on his arm while the other sort of awkwardly dangles at her side.

She really would like to get back to trying to drown herself in work. Work makes sense. ]

[logicunlocked]

[ He drops back slightly with some disappointment at her cold-fish response. Still, he keeps his tone just slightly teasing. ]

'M doin' that bad, huh?

[suddenlycaptain]

[ And Fry winces. ]

It's been a while.

[ Really, she's not sure she's ever been that good at it in the first place. ]

[logicunlocked]

Oh.

[ In that case... He smiles and takes her hand that's dangling, setting it on his waist. ]

Here.

[ And he kisses her again, not really putting more force into it, but he's obviously taking more control than the first time. The kiss is languid and he squeezes her a little tighter before letting it end. ]

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Carolyn feels remarkably stupid now, but she kisses back faster this time. She even lets that hand on his arm trail up to his shoulder a bit.

When the kiss ends she takes a step back, shaking her head like she's trying to regain her focus. ]

Right.

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?

SOBS BROKENLY

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Carolyn is only just a captain. She is a reluctant leader, willing to step back and let the more experienced take charge. She is perfectly fine with admitting when she's made a mistake. But she is stubborn and insistent on survival and her bark is loud and her bite is getting better, and the Tranquility sorely needs someone like her. Having Hotspur around was a great help. She was less stressed than she otherwise would be, and while her sleep wasn't actually better, she took more breaks. She slept in her room instead of in the shuttle bay most nights and she smiled more. It was a good setup. It worked. And somehow she knew that Hotspur wouldn't mind it so much if he ever found out that she had been field promoted, just as she knew that she would never, ever tell him what she had tried to do to keep herself alive.

She's not smiling now, though. The mistletoe is above them and Carolyn sighs, finishing up her notes on her comms device before tucking it back into her belt. ]

Is being stuck an Earth thing, too? [ Well, at least it's Hotspur and not Kirk. ]

[luckyseventh]

[ it's okay, Carolyn. Hotspur's still smiley enough for the both of them. ]

Don't reckon so. [ There's an undeniable undercurrent of amusement in the quiet rumbling, misshapen melting pot of dialects that made up Hotspur's accent - an accent born of hundreds of Old Earth nationalities fusing and fading over fifty years of intergalactic migration in to one rambling dialect. Even the nanites can't help but translate his words in to something not quite right. ] I reckon that bit's just classic Tranquility mischief.

[ As if knowing what she's thinking, Hotspur spreads his hands and adopts a hopeful expression. ]

Could be worse though, right?

[ And not just in terms of kissers. The mistletoe could be making them massacre each other. That would be really classic Tranquility mischief. ]

[suddenlycaptain]

[ She appreciates it. ]

Of course it is. [ Another sigh. She does that a lot on this ship. Her own accent is a bit of a melting pot as well; Earth still exists but it's a long way off. Fry, however, does have a bit of distinct Australian (or the space equivalent) in her voice at times -- usually when she's in some sort of distress. ]

But yeah, it could definitely be worse. I'm honestly a little surprised Casey hasn't punched someone under this stuff yet.

[ Don't give it ideas. ]