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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: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.

[the_tailor]

[But I don't wanna, he wants to whine like a petulant child. Still, no, he can't let Lotor just up and win this one. He takes a deep breath.]

The tradition is that people caught under a mistletoe need to kiss. So just. I don't know. Mash your lips against my head or something and let's call it a day.

I was not getting noootttififffsss this whole timeeee ;A;

[violentroots]

[ The face Lotor makes is one of disgust at the situation, and then after a moment, at the one he's stuck with. He schools it away rather quickly, but it's still pretty obvious what he thinks about this predicament before his face finds that even pace again. ]

Kiss. These human traditions are rather... forward.

[ Lotor pushes against the barrier then, leaning his shoulder into it. ]

There must be another option.

Rude, Dreamwidth!!!

[the_tailor]

I wish there was. Trust me, you're like, literally the last person I want to be kissing.

[He just looks at him sourly.]

[violentroots]

Hm.

[ The look that the Galra Prince gives him makes it very clear that he feels the same way, if not more disgusted by it. ]

Where is it required for me to kiss you?

now it's my turn to miss notifs

[the_tailor]

I don't think it matters...

[Sorry, Lotor, Lance is super extra disgusted.]

Like I wanna be kissing your ugly mug anyway.

[Honestly, Lance can objectively admit that Lotor is very attractive, but subjectively? Nope. Gross. Super gross.]