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[After nearly four years in the City, one becomes adept at ignoring all sorts of unpleasant circumstances. It's a point of pride that Cameron rarely cancels her plans due to curse interference; doing so always feels like letting the City win, and she can't abide that.

Today, apart from work, she has a few errands to run; lunch at a café, a quick stop by the bakery. She's doing her best to avoid the scattered bunches of mistletoe, but no one can miss all of them...]

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[Uhura's sitting at the cafe, chewing on a breadstick as she examines a pair of heels she just bought. She'd fallen in love with them in the store, but now she has to ask herself: where would she wear them?

That's the problem with retail therapy.]

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[as_damaged]

[The coast is clear when she crosses the street towards the restaurant-- it's part of why she chooses that one-- but lo and behold, mistletoe is a sneaky little parasite, and by the time she's passing Uhura's table there's an inconvenient sprig overhead.

She leans in to grasp the other woman's shoulder, and manages before moving in for the kiss to say,]

Sorry--

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Mmph!

[That mistletoe hadn't been there before! At least this stranger is polite about it (and cute, though Uhura doesn't normally swing that way). And brushed her teeth, which is more than she could say for some of the people she's had to kiss today.

When the curse lets them part, Uhura offers the woman a sympathetic grin.]

Some curse, huh?

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[as_damaged]

[Straightening up, she offers a wry smile.]

It's a classic, I'm afraid.

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You sound like you've been around for awhile.

[Uhura gestures, inviting Cameron to have a seat if she wants, ready to move the shoes.]

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Thanks,

[she says as she moves to take the seat. Might as well; it's moderately crowded, and experience suggests the stranger ought to be safe now that the curse has gotten what it wants. And staying in one place is bound to be safer than moving around.]

Four years in February. I'm starting to forget what it's like to live somewhere these things don't happen on a regular basis.