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!)

Comments

This asshole. (Trevor)

[miraclewhip]

You're stuck: [ After that first awkward experience with the stuff, Trevor's become used to the idea of people getting stuck underneath this shit and needing to be released. It's still irritating to see, though. The fuck is with space plants to make them such massive fucking perverts? ]

Shit-. Look, do you- want me to go get someone? Someone who isn't me?

[ Because he's an asshole and kind of stinky. No offense taken if you need to take him up on the offer. ]

He's stuck: [ Most instances of Trevor getting stuck take the same form as the first time it happened. That is to say, he's walked up to pull this stupid plant down from what he thinks is a safe distance (he's found a broom for this purpose) and gotten just a little too close.

And so now he's sat down on the ground cross-legged, knees pressing awkwardly around the edges of an invisible wall and trusty broom stuck outside this stupid forcefield, trying to determine whether he values his freedom or his not-being-touched-by-random-people-in-space more. ]

Hmph. Fucking plant being a fucking voyeur.

ii - I raise you one bratty captain (and what a way to meet)

[universal_charm]

Get stood up?

_{[ Why else would a man be sitting like Trevor was, poking at the ground with a stick? Which really made no sense considering there was only metal around, but hey, whatever you had to do to cope, right? ]}

[miraclewhip]

Lost a fight to a plant.

[ He motions to the mistletoe, still hanging from the doorway and taunting him. He didn't even manage to get close enough to knock it down. ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk looked up and nodded when he spied the offending vegetation. They were quite sturdy, those plants. Sneaky too. Annoying but harmless. ]}

Not feeling the Christmas spirit then?

_{[ He’s moved closer, but out of range of being caught. ]}

i

[tough_love]

For what?

[You'd think someone as big as Looma wouldn't have any trouble spotting the blasted mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. And you'd be right. Which was why just for her the Atroma seem to have taken to playing tricks. Things like making the mistletoe only pop into existence after it was too late to do anything about it.

Like, say, now. And she only realized it had happened after she found herself unable to move any further. Turning around only confirmed her suspicions, as one of the damned sprigs had appeared at the worst possible moment.]

Oh.

[Not that it had worked at all so far, but the giant battle princess at least tried to glare the plant into submission. But despite narrowing all three eyes at the blasted thing and trying to will it to burst into flame, there was exactly nothing to show for it.]

Are you even capable of finding someone else?

[She honestly couldn't bring herself to care one way or the other, but now seemed like as good a time as any to treat this relatively new human to an impromptu lesson in Why The Atroma Hate You And Want You To Be Miserable. It's entirely likely that both of them were now stuck with one another.]