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soul_skirmish2013-12-23 06:26 pm
vintage_magic) wrote in soul_skirmish2013-12-23 06:26 pm
Mistletoe Meme
Mistletoe Meme
No matter where you are or what you were doing, you suddenly find yourself caught under the mistletoe (yes, even in places where it doesn't make sense) with someone else. No matter your feelings on the matter, neither of you can move from this spot until you kiss!
Taking a berry off the plant afterwards is traditional but not required. (What would you even do with that thing, anyway?)
Alternatively: the moment you pass under the mistletoe, your character is struck with the sudden urge to kiss the next person you see. And that won't be awkward at all, I'm sure.
How to:
- Post with your character!
- Someone replies!
- Specify whether you are going for option 1 (trapped until they kiss) or option 2 (suddenly wanting to kiss someone, anyone)
- Profit!
(Copied from last year’s mistletoe meme.)
1
Is that really the time? ...A pity. Though my desire is to remain here and keep you company, I'm scheduled for several hours in the clinic.
We could always reconvene later, of course.
[A tip of his head, and he turned. But his feet weren't cooperating, locked in place. After a brief, undignified pinwheeling of his arms, he grabs a nearby rack of ties for balance and looks, for the moment, disturbed.]
I... hm.
[But his expression turns playful.]
Dearest, really- you don't need to apply adhesive to the floor to keep me here!
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I did no such thing! Besides, you seem to hang around this place long enough without being forced.
[However, she has a sneaking suspicion on what the problem might be and after what happened in the park with Amaterasu, she's almost afraid to look up. Yes, it's another bunch of hexed mistletoe, dangling from the ceiling right over Lezard. She groans and fights the urge to bang her head on the counter.]
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Well then, if it isn't adhesive, then-
[He caught the glance and turned his head. The plant is easy enough to identify. But the last time this happ--]
...
[He shook his head helplessly, shoulders hitched in a 'oh, what can you do' shrug.]
It would appear I'm in need of a heroine once more. Only, I wouldn't suggest setting it aflame this time, for the safety of your shop.
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[But she sighs and gestures for him to lean closer. She'll just lean across the counter and try a peck on the cheek. Maybe, that would work to get him unstuck...]
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Did you know that the tradition behind mistletoe bears connections to love and fertility, governed by Frigga, wife of Odin?
How ironic that they would mark it as such, while the plant itself is toxic to humans while the berries are 'treats' of the gods.
...My point, of course, is that the mistletoe does not work any longer if the berries are plucked from the plant until there are no more. Kissing is then forbidden beneath the plant, its 'blessing' gone.
[One hand planted against the counter for balance, the second crooked a finger to beckon her closer. The smile was only mildly devilish, the purple in his eyes darker.]
There are three berries left in the plant. Allow me to ease your burden.
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So, we can blame your gods for this situation? You're not still stuck, are you?
[She couldn't help thinking this would be less awkward without the counter between them and a quick test proved that her own feet weren't attached to the floor. But she found herself leaning closer anyway.]
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[Yet he gave no reply. Did it matter if he was stuck? As the first berry fell, his theory had proven itself, based on the reality of his world's customs. As Lily leaned, Lezard disposed of words in exchange for action, closing their gap.]
[He barely heard the gentle thump of the next berry against the counter. It wasn't really about the damned mistletoe or the fruit it bore anyway.]
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I reckon it's more harmless than most of the trouble your gods caused.
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In comparison it's quite benign. I think, just this once, I'll look past their mischief.
[What he wouldn't give to just step around the counter, grab her and damn it all, but that would get him nowhere but with a decidedly angry witch who was on the clock. Oh, but what fun would it be for her to commit a little inappropriate work behavior... but he spared the thought for now. As he reached for her chin, pulled her in again, he sought to eliminate the next berry from the bough above.]
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[But the end of the sentence was muffled as he pulled her closer for another kiss and she placed her hands on the counter to keep from tipping over into an unbusiness-like sprawl. It was a good thing there aren't any customers around at the moment or she wouldn't be letting him get away with this! Even if he turned out to be decent at kissing!]
[When they parted again, she looked up to see one more berry left on the plant and a loose one in Lezard's hair. She reached up to pluck it out of the brown strands.]
Or maybe you're just looking to get rid of all the berries so you can steal some extra kisses to spite those gods of yours.
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Damn. You've figured me out. But they could always use a good spiting...
[Just one more, huh? Well, then. This time he brought up his knees, climbing onto the counter and letting his legs dangle over the edge. Arms around the waist pulled her in and he wore eyes that had thrown away the last remnants of anything platonic, closing in as he poured just a scant - just a taste - of heat into this last kiss, like he hadn't seen her in ages and sought to make up the lost time.]
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[Her tone was protesting as he climbed onto the counter, thinking he was getting carried away. But then the arms closing around her waist, the desire in his eyes, and the warmth of the kiss swept that thought away. Her arms reached up, circling around his neck, and her eyes slid closed, obvious to the final berry falling, bouncing off his back, and rolling away under a rack of clothes. So caught up in the kiss that she might not have even noticed if the bell on the shop door tinkled.]
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[But for now he sought to prolong it all, if anything to paint this little 'curse' into memory and lock it away...]
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[The bell went unnoticed as well as the first teenage giggles. When they rose to girlish shrieks and laughter plus the fainter click of a camera, Lily's clouded mind finally returned to reality and she pulled away from the kiss, mortified to see a trio of girls in the doorway, one of them holding up a cell phone. Of all the times for customers to show up!]
I-It's not what it looks like! [She stammered, face burning and wishing she could crawl under the counter and hide. It probably didn't help her claim that there was a sorcerer, who was definitely not part of the merchandise, on top of her sales counter!]
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[Click. And their spectators. Lily pulled away and he turned. Ah, the local teenagers were making a show of this. Lezard cleared his throat and sprung off the counter, dusting himself off.]
Well, I suppose that is my cue. This has been a productive... business meeting.
[He pulled his hood up and over his head- was there a blush on his face?- and he quietly cleared his throat.]
--And we will certainly go over the blueprints for the shop expansion in further detail before the weekend is out.
...Correct?
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[Still proving that witches could indeed blush, that was all Lily could manage with those girls snickering to whispering to each other about what they thought that next "business meeting" might be.]
[Oh, Lezard! Trying to run away and leaving her to deal with those teenage girls on her own! At least, he seemed a bit embarrassed for once. But she might have to pour extra Tabasco sauce into his dinner the next time she cooked for him!]
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...Shibusen students! Just the faces I wished to see.
[Reaching into his cloak, he rifled around a pocket for something.]
As a member of faculty, it is my pleasure to inform you that we've begun a new regimen of immunizations to better the health of our fighters! While I'm being productive, I may as well administer the first doses.
[The smile spread as he withdrew a rather large hypodermic needle, pulling the cover off the tip and brandishing the tool in a hand. Flicking the container to remove any bubbles, he asked quietly:]
...Who would be first?
[When he lifted his eyes, he noted the sudden vacancy of the doorway.]
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Do you always carry that thing around with you? I hope you don't make a habit of threatening to use it on random folks!
[The pink was receding from her cheeks a bit but after that kiss and being discovered, it was going to take a while longer before her coloring returned to normal.]
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[...Don't ask.]
Nevertheless, I must be off. The disadvantages of a library: The books must always be returned.
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All right. I'll see you later.
[And she'll straighten her dress and clean up the berries and try her best to look business-like again.]