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.

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Baku

[dreamvour]

[of course she gets caught. She doesn't mean to, she's very careful about which doorways she goes through because as soon as she hears about what's happening she's on high alert for mistletoe and mistletoe-related nonsense, but it eventually happens.

And now she's stuck.

She's just going to live here forever now, bye]

(platonic only pls)

[wakemelater]

[Living here forever is a sound plan. Nico is 100% behind it.

He hadn't realized what was happening until it was too late. Who knew passing through a door would be so dangerous? Should have shadow traveled. Attempts to travel away from the trap don't work.]

Well, great... Sorry about this.

[dreamvour]

[let's start a life here, Nico, we don't have to leave.

She's also attempted to leave (read: leave her body behind and flee to her realm because she's That Done with any of this) and it didn't work for her either so now she's just . . . sighing. A lot]

It isn't your fault . . . hello.

[this is awkward]

[wakemelater]

[A cozy one-room in a doorway. Prime real estate. Who could ask for more?]

Hi.

[He also sighs, setting his eyes on the green sprig overhead and glaring.]

Please tell me this isn't something that happens regularly here.

[dreamvour]

[they're both small enough that people can just step over them, it'd work out perfectly.

It's probably a good thing she doesn't carry her sword with her, or else she'd very likely stab at the mistletoe. Repeatedly]

Not regularly, no. I don't really remember it happening last year, either.

[wakemelater]

Well.

[He slumps to the floor, keeping his legs close so she has room too.]

That's something at least. But it doesn't help to figure out how long this will last.

[dreamvour]

[she does the same, tucking her legs up and resting her chin on her knees]

I imagine it'll last until we give into what it wants.

Or until it dies. I'm hoping for the latter.

[wakemelater]

We'll be here for a long time, if we're waiting for it to die.

[He's not sensing an imminent demise overhead, and his ability to kill off plants just by being upset is not working to his advantage this time.

He sit quietly for a while, mulling it over.]

Do you think any kind of kiss will do?

[dreamvour]

I'm patient. I'm thousands of years old, I'm used to waiting around doing nothing.

[is she being serious? Who knows, it's all delivered in her usual deadpan.

. . . her nose wrinkles]

Perhaps?

[wakemelater]

I'm not quite that old, and waiting isn't my strong suit.

[Though it seems she as put off by the idea of kissing as he is. He tips his head back with a sigh.]

But ... this is fine. It's gotta end sometime. [He hopes.] Eat any good dreams lately.