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justpastdawn ([personal profile] justpastdawn) wrote in [community profile] memepatheias2018-11-30 07:41 pm

GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS

   MISTLETOE MEME 


All right guys, since we can't do this in-game, we shall have an OOC meme for it instead! Nothing will carry over into the game, so just have fun with it. Here's how it works:

• You are stuck under a random mistletoe.
• There is a note on said mistletoe.
• Whoever comes within range will be pulled under the mistletoe and also be stuck.
• Now you both have to do what the note says to get unstuck.
• EMOTIONS ARE STILL IN EFFECT so have fun with that.

State your preferences!

1. Hug. Easy enough. Can be a simple hug or a giant bear hug.
2. Kiss on the cheek. For those who might be a little shier.
3. Kiss on the hand. For those who want to be...well, whatever kissing on the hand invokes. Charming? Dashing?
4. Kiss on the forehead. Because sometimes you have to brush their hair out of their faces, and that's cute.
5. Kiss on the lips. 1-2-3 KISS. This is the tame version of the next one.
6. Make-out for five minutes. That escalated quickly!

And a brand new Emp-centric option for this year:

7. Ship crystals! Some of the mistletoe this year is attached to large crystals, and "just a kiss" is not gonna help you here. No, these things want fluff. In addition to kisses, they want you to hold hands, and sit in a cute shop drinking a milkshake out of one glass with two straws, and give each other flowers, and all manner of other disgusting shippy things. And it will not let you separate until you have filled it with enough fluff drops to satisfy it*. Use a variety of different kisses to speed the process up and enjoy your temporary new significant other! Hopefully one or both of you is romantic enough to think of things to do. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

*You can move around and go on cute dates. It will float over your heads as you wander like a horrible crystal voyeur.
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[personal profile] justpastdusk 2018-12-01 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So Alice has dragged Shiro into playing Santa Claus for a toy drive. And he hates it. His naturally (or, at least, permanently) white hair means he doesn't have to wear a proper wig for it (as long as he keeps the purple tucked up under the hat), but he does have to wear a fake beard because that's more facial hair than Shiro could ever grow even if he never shaved again in his life, and it takes an awful lot of padding to turn a dorito into a sphere. So he's pretty overheated and miserable about it, and a lot of his concentration is occupied by making sure that doesn't show in his emotional effects.

Also the costume includes a fake right arm to disguise his missing one, and that's just kind of insult to injury.

Long story short, he misses it entirely when he and Alice (attempt to) pass under some mistletoe and runs face-first into the barrier. ]
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[personal profile] a_noble_flame 2018-12-02 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[And he'd been a very good sport about it too. Alice had been shuffled into a festively green elf outfit - complete with ears even. She hadn't minded it herself but then again she hadn't been stuff out into a more rounded shape either. At least the kids had seemed to enjoy it, right?

She stops short as Shiro plants his face right into the barrier, possibly insulated a bit by the portliness of his padded body. She watches the man rebound with a look of concern then makes her way forward to reach out a hand. The barrier is invisible of course but eventually she can lay her palm against it.]


Some sort of effect...

[It says a lot about her life here that she doesn't really sound shocked so much as she sounds curious. How far back can then go from the barrier?

She finally looks over at Shiro and can't help but quirk a half-smile. She's been doing her utmost not to at least chuckle all day. He makes quite the picture in his outfit, okay.]


Are you alright?
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[personal profile] justpastdusk 2018-12-02 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shiro rubs his face, or at least as well as he can with the fake beard involved. ]

Well, it didn't kill me, so I've had worse.

[ why is he like this... ]
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[personal profile] a_noble_flame 2018-12-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes, Shiro, we're all very well acquainted with your worse. For now Alice turns to figuring out just what's going on or at the very least the boundaries of their containment here.

Well until she looks at a light post overhead. Some eager soul has already decorated it in festive garland and what do you know, a sprig of mistletoe too!]


Is this it?

[It has to be, right? She vaguely remembers the same thing happening last year. She takes note of the ... well, note. It's hard to miss against the greenery and red of the decorations.]

Oh!

[Her exclamation is shortly followed by Alice beginning to... bounce? The green floppy hat perched atop her head and the fake elf ears bounce right along with her with every jump. Her arm is outstretched above her head and she swipes, each time barely grazing the edge of the note itself.]

It'll just... take a moment...

[... Maybe she can climb the decorations?]
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[personal profile] justpastdusk 2018-12-02 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alice, please, you have a tall boyfriend right here, you should take advantage of him. He dips down so he can get his arm firmly situated below her hips and hoists her up so she can reach the mistletoe. ]

Is that better?
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[personal profile] a_noble_flame 2018-12-02 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Suddenly, liftoff! Or not so suddenly. She would glance back but she imagines he'd rather not have to hoist her for too long and so she snatches the note first thing.

It takes her a moment but once she does read it, she finally does laugh.]


I've never seen mistletoe with particular demands.

[Her happy glow has been faint but apparent today as she worked but it picks up a bit now. She muses mildly that somewhere along the line she really had started enjoying these sorts of things.

The blonde turns a bit at the waist, enough to finally glance back to the man himself. Happily what color rises up in her cheeks is minimal as she moves to rest a hand against his nearest shoulder.]


Hold still a moment.

[It's less command and more suggestion. She's at the perfect height now after all so it's easy enough to lean back a bit and pick enough of a spot not covered by fake beard to press her lips against his cheek.]