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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Prince Lotor : Open to All

[violentroots]

[ There is nothing like being a large creature in a small ship that is now peppered with little plants that trap you in your stride.

Lotor is less than happy about this new set up, and will be trying to slide out around the effects of these little balls of leaves and berries; unfortunately he's a bit to large to slip past it. It's not the kisses (He doesn't have the hangups that most of these humans do) that bother him, it's the cramping of being trapped in the curve of some hallway until someone walks by.

Release him from his suffering anyone? ]

[shroudedsecrets]

[With these new plant developments on the ships, Haggar had been trying to spend most of her time on planet as possible, or at least, not straying too far from her usual areas.

But it's around that point that she receives Lotor's message: the time and location that he would be willing to meet her, on the Iskaulit. A summons she almost didn't expect would come, but perhaps, he had needed the time to consider it further. It gave her more time to... prepare herself. In what ways she could.

Which meant that she was arriving at the location he indicated, one of the rooms that hadn't really be purposed for anything but a standard observatory. No plants in sight, which seemed promising; they didn't need any extra trouble.

... And it was fitting, he was there already. She's covered by a hood--but it's on the hood of her new royal blue cloak, shading her features as much as she keeps her head lowered, but her outfit is different, a flowy white shirt paired with this vest and skirt, courtesy of Taako.]

... Prince Lotor.

[violentroots]

[ Lotor arrived significantly before the time he had prescribed in a very short and curt text; ensuring that the witch could not slip in before him to set whatever trap she may be concocting for him.

Arriving that early leaves him enough time to brood, and he walks circles for a bit with his hand over his mouth as he tries to review any mistakes he's made in preparing for this meeting. Haggar was not one to underestimate.

He is NOT expecting her to walk in dressed in somethihng utterly outlandish...and relaxed. For all that he considered THIS was not one of them. Was this some attempt to make him lower his guard? If so, it was doing the exact opposite. ]

Hagggar. What ARE you wearing?

[shroudedsecrets]

[...Well. That's. That's not exactly how she wanted to start this, but... okay. Perhaps she could have chosen a better outfit, but any might have been strange. No reason to think about it further--that was a reaction, and it had scrambled anything that might have been prepared right out of her head.

Still, she takes a breath, to allow herself a moment of recovery. They had not seen each other for some time and of course she had always kept herself hidden when they had interacted.

She had to stop hiding now. And it is with that thought that she moves her hands to slowly take down her hood, allowing him to glimpse her properly for the first time.]

These garments... are new... but they are only a small portion of the changes I have experienced here. My Lord.

[violentroots]

[ This is new. For everything he tried to prepare for, this was not one of them. Haggar lowers that hood and it's not the twisted creature he had grown up with. Warm skin, warm eyes, but the marks, the bone structure, the hair... is all the same. It's the witch in a new skin.

Lotor takes a step back, his face twisting into a grimace. ]

What kind of trick is this?

[shroudedsecrets]

[She takes a breath, then. No way but forward now.]

... It is not a trick. Nor is it a glitch.

[Even if she is not surprised that his reaction was to accuse her, this too has been earned. To see him in person at last, when all of their communication here had been through those devices... it is startling, to look up at him properly.

Remembering the last time she had seen him in person, there before the throne, exiled again from the empire once more. To have him arrive and then hear him gleefully tell her how he had destroyed his father. How his face had haunted her until she sought the truth at last.]

Prince Lotor. I know that I cannot make a lifetime of my ignorance and your suffering go away. After all of these years, I finally understand... the meaning of your anger. The anger you have held toward the empire, toward your father, and... towards myself.

[violentroots]

[ The longer she speaks, the stronger the little headshake 'no' gets as he takes a step back, disgust twisting his features. ]

You mock my struggles witch. You have no capacity to understand what you and my father have put me and the universe through; do not insult me by trying to pretend you do.

[shroudedsecrets]

My words are not false... I know not how to assure you otherwise.

[ But she had come here to say them, being braced for his reaction. Knowing that it would not go well. She'd only had a month to prepare, and even that perhaps was not enough time.

It would still be harsh. It would still hurt. She did not take such things well, but she had to continue on. ]

... I was incapable of understanding, for so long. Of hearing your cries, your laughter, of seeing you for who you were and who you are. Perhaps what I have remembered is only a glimmer of the truth of what was.