Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

(Adventures in Mistletoe info post. Remember to mark your top levels with any boundaries you want to set! Enjoy!)

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Lance

[the_tailor]

[Well, there's a reason he's known as Loverboy Lance throughout the universe. ...sort of. Also best not to talk about that whole Voltron Show clustercrap too much to most of Team Voltron.

He'll be wandering about the Huntress, the Blameless, any ship really that his friends are on, and of course the Iskaulit. And won't really be super going out of the way to avoid the mistletoe. Have at him.]



((ooc: All platonic kisses welcome. Positive CR, negative CR, no CR, come and go for it. Only the boyfriend gets anything past platonic. Alas, Lance is sorry to break your hearts.))

platonic kissery

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk has come across Lance in interesting situations before, but seeing the young man struggling in a door way is a new one. He approaches cautiously, both of his eyebrows trying to make their way into his hairline. ]}

Uh, Lance? Everything okay?

[the_tailor]

Everything is not okay!

[Lance has yet to encounter this little "situation" the Atroma have thrust upon them. Not having looked up yet, all he knows is that he's stick in some kind of tiny forcefield. No matter what he tries, he can't get out of it. Shame he doesn't have his bayard.]

I'm stuck!

[tempredmental]

What's going on-?

[Oops... Keith had been too focused on Lance's confused face to notice the mistletoe... not that he would have figured out what was going on this early in the day anyway, but, sure enough, now they were both stuck.]

Hey... what is this?

[Definitely... stuck...]

[the_tailor]

[He's still sort of in the process of waking up as well. Mornings and Lance never quite got along famously, even though he's been often times getting up early for workouts with Keith and Shiro. So he's caught up in another one of these forcefields again and is about to start yelling for help when his boyfriend approaches.

Huh, perfect. But before he can properly explain to him what's going on, Keith's gotten close enough to get himself stuck as well.]

You haven't run into one of these yet?

[tempredmental]

[Keith shook his head.]

No... I guess Shiro and I were lucky during this morning's run.

[He frowned, looking around.]

It's like there's a forcefield or something in the way.

[He pushed out with his hand, but it was like he was pushing against an invisible wall. There wasn't even a telltale hexagon or other type of pattern that would indicate a particle barrier.]

[the_tailor]

Yyyyyyup. That's the case. The Atroma are having fun and games again, except this time, they're throwing the Christmas spirit into it.

[And he gestures up to where the mistletoe is hanging.]

[tempredmental]

Hm?

[Keith looked up to where Lance was pointing.

Well, damn.]

I guess that means we have to kiss... unless you want to stay stuck here indefinitely.

[Smirk.]

[the_tailor]

I don't know, man... Kissing you? I might get cooties.

[He's just gonna smirk right back.]

[tempredmental]

Oh no. Not the dreaded cooties.

Good thing I got my cootie shot.

[Beat that one.]

[the_tailor]

I don't know... I might need to see your vaccination records signed in triplicate to believe that. You definitely seem like a cootie monster.

[appletart]

[ WELL, this is Escha's second time being caught under some mistletoe...

She's texting as she walks, so she's paying just enough attention to her surroundings that she very politely offers an "Excuse me," as she passes by Lance hanging out in the doorway. Buuut she's not paying enough attention to notice she's just walked right under it too. Whoops. She hits the invisible wall, and stumbles backwards a couple steps. ]

Whaa--! Oww... [ She rubs at her forehead, looks up... and frowns. ] Oh no, not again... [ And then she looks over at Lance, smiling sheepishly. ] I'm really sorry!

[the_tailor]

[Until now, Lance has never had any issue accidentally bumping into people. But, well, that's all changed due to the Atroma.

He looks down at the girl standing next to him, looks up, looks back down, and gives a similar smile.]

Don't worry, don't worry! It's not your fault. This stuff keeps popping up when you least expect it.

[appletart]

[ She visibly relaxes, relieved that he understands the situation too. That definitely helps. ]

It does... Atroma must have gotten really desperate for ratings or something! [ A small attempt at humor~ ] Of course, that just means we all have to deal with it.

[the_tailor]

Pretty much the story of our lives here. So, um... The name's Lance. I don't think I've run into you here before.

[Look, he's a gentleman. There needs to be at least introductions before kissing.]

[appletart]

[ To his credit, it's definitely reassuring right now that he's being such a gentleman! ]

I'm Escha. I'm still a little new here, and I guess I should probably not stay in my atelier-- I mean lab so much. [ She smiles a little. ] It's nice to meet you! Even if the mistletoe makes it a little, um, odd.

[ She takes a deep breath. She's going to be a good sport about this! ] Okay! How should we... do this?

[the_tailor]

It's nice to meet you too, Escha. Welcome to the fleet. This stuff, er, doesn't always happen, but you should always expect the unexpected.

[He gives her an apologetic smile.]

It alright if I give you a kiss on the cheek? That should do it.

[appletart]

I'm beginning to see that, yeah!

[ She laughs a little - good-naturedly, if a little nervous. ]

That's fine with me! Um, thanks for being so understanding. --Oh! I know! Do you like cake? I could totally make you a cake for being so cool about this.

Hello Darling

[violentroots]

[ Lotor has been dwelling in his displeasure of his future the last few months, a short time really in comparison to his incredible lifespan, but with his relationship with Allura starting to recover he's feeling a little more social. Social enough to spend time on the Iskaulit documenting the resources the ship would provide him on the long run.

There's something about not having an extreme amount of enemies lurking around every corner that makes wearing his armor everywhere less attractive, and if there's anything he's preferring about this reality is that he CAN relax ever so slightly. Enough so that he's not really paying attention to the bits of plant hanging from the ceiling until he finds his step restricted. What-?

Lotor looks up, and over, and then around for any sign of anything that could be holding him fast, eyebrows crinkled downwards. Nothing but this little bit of plant --- and the Blue Paladin walking right towards him. ]

Paladin Lance.

[ Was he-? No, this one was no where intelligent enough to capture anyone with anything past a bear trap. ]

:3

[the_tailor]

[The main issue with Lance visiting Allura on her ship was, of course, Lotor being there. He still was uneasy about the two of them being on the same ship together. It, of course, wasn't about any romantic jealousy anymore, but he still trusts Lotor as far as he can throw him. Which considering the prince's height and build isn't saying much.

At least he hasn't caused any trouble, and Lance doesn't think he means to. That's good.

But unfortunately anyway, he spots the Galra (Galtean?) in a hallway that he needs to pass through. Lotor's already seen him, and Lance doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing him spin around and decide to go somewhere else.

Lotor.

[It's the most polite greeting he'll get for the time being. Lance isn't paying attention to anything in particular as he tries to swoop past. An immature part of him is tempted to shoulder-check Lotor, but no, he's an adult now. A mature adult who can handle passing by a guy he doesn't like.

Ungracefully, Lance slams into an invisible barrier just inches past the purple prince. He gives a confused yelp, spinning around about to blame Lotor for doing something weird before realization begins to dawn on him.

He looks up.]

You have got to be quiznaking kidding me!!!

[violentroots]

[ It doesn't take Lotor long. The second Lance looks upwards he follows the path of his eyes to the bundle of plant and frowns harder at the shout of frustration from the paladin.

Ah. An Atroma game then. Whatever this was, it was unlikely this plant was native to the inside of ships. ]

Do these plants have some kind of ability or toxin that limits movement? I have not seen this species before.

[the_tailor]

[And of course, Lotor has no idea what's going on. Which means that Lance gets to be the one to explain. Brilliant. Great.

He gives a long suffering sigh.]

No, this is an Atroma game or something. That--it's a plant from Earth called mistletoe, and there are...traditions around Christmas with it.

[violentroots]

Mistletoe.

[ What an incredibly odd name for a plant that looked neither like missles or or toes. He frowns and tests the barrier that is keeping them in place. ]

It would figure that the Atroma would be behind this. But for what purpose?

[the_tailor]

To force us to do the tradition. We can't move until we do. Because they probably think it'd get good ratings or something.

[Lance is severely regretting getting up in the morning.]

[violentroots]

I imagine this tradition is something terrible by your previous reaction.

[ Lotor drops his arm, turning to face Lance properly. This one grates on him faster than the others, and being trapped in this tiny hallway with him is already getting old. ]

If we must, then we should simply get it over with.