Fair warning. The shop is filled with mistletoe and it's pretty darn demanding.

Which means, if you come in here and get too close, you're likely to get kissed by some member of the staff or other.

Now there are certain people, *cough*Dean*cough*, who I might quite enjoy showing up to take advantage. The garage at home is filled too.

POLY-VERSARY -- Video
[ She hasn't lived in one of the tall city apartment complexes in quite some time now. It had gotten to be too bloody and too haunted at some point, and she had moved down by the water. It was more peaceful there for her. Today, however, she's gone back to where she started, cold wind pulling fingers through her hair. ]

Two years now. [ There's a rustling noise, camera tumbled around in her hands as she pulls open an aluminum wrapping. A piece of candy gets popped in her mouth, chewing for a moment before she continues, ] All I wanted was to go home. I didn't want mon amour to think he could get away from me that easily.

[ She sits down on the ledge of the building, her body facing inwards and her eyes facing out over the city. ]

And I spent the rest of the time wanting to die.

[ The camera is set down, leaving her free to unwrap another piece of candy, throwing the little gold wrapper out into the open where the wind takes it away. ]

That's still all that's waiting back there. I'm in no hurry.

MISTLETOE -- Action Open to All

[ video | OPEN ACTION ]

[As always, the video begins with a jolt a the device clatters to the ground, giving a very good shot from below as Ginny and a perfect stranger exchange a kiss. One hand is holding her peppermint hot chocolate and the other is resting against his chest as if to say, Don't get any ideas, mate, but it doesn't look like she's holding back, either.

When they break apart, she doesn't look scandalised, just kind of exasperated and amused. But the guy?]

Hey, if that's the thanks I get for ramming into you, maybe we should—

No, that's the thanks you get for not spilling my drink. [But—] Hurry along now.

[And Miss Weasley scoops up her device, shoves it into her pocket, and carries on with her day.]



[ooc; COME AT HER, EVERYONE. she'll be walking around the city doing some christmas shopping, maybe even delivering a few gifts. in the morning, she'll be at the joke shop and then it's off with errands. :D]

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I should have known this curse will come upon us sooner or later this month: mistletoe growing from every corner and doorway. I can hardly think of a better sign of the season in the City than this. Truly, it is splendid. And one must, of course, observe the custom of the mistletoe. And the City shall, indeed, enforce that custom.

Yes, laugh at it for the moment, if you like, but it's never as amusing as one might expect. It's tiresome and it's frustrating and I'm quite sure the Network will be full of apologies tomorrow. But there's no stopping it, of course, as there's no stopping any of the curses--neither the growth of the plant itself nor the compulsions that come with it. It's a wonder we're not all strangled or poisoned by the stuff by the end of the day. And it is quite poisonous, you know.

It's sprouting from the ceiling and from the side of my desk at the moment. I can fairly watch it growing. I almost think I can hear it. And, of course, it's in every archway and on every lintel and hanging from every lamppost. So there's no avoiding it and its effects. The City has seen to that very handily.

One could, in theory, avoid this curse, if one tried--if one were to keep indoors or avoid the mistletoe itself or others. Of course, one could find a plant growing from one's hat, as has happened to me before, which can undo all of one's efforts.

But I almost wonder if it's quite worth the effort.

I don't care. I've things to which I must attend. I've endured this curse and all the curses of this City long enough to begin to cease to care about any of them. I'm going out anyway.

~C.

[ooc: Yes, he is going out. He'll be around the City in lots of ways today, so feel free to action it up in the comments~]

[ TEXT ]

Look on the bright side: Christmas comes but once a year, generally speaking. That goes for the associated curses as well.

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[ ACTION ]

[Though Cameron is doing her best to avoid the mistletoe, it's not worth calling in for; she's dealt with this enough times not to let it get the best of her. If anything, she's feeling a little nostalgic-- it's a distraction that means she might be caught unawares here and there.

Most of the day, she'll be in the hospital-- trying very hard not to kiss anyone contagious-- but she does have to get there and home, walking through the City streets, and of course she needs to eat. So she'll be around to bump into!]

[ It's mid-morning, he's had three cups of coffee, and there are six bullets in his gun. Those are details nobody needs to know but he's thinking of making them public knowledge anyway. When he smiles it's sharp and wide and so very full of the Christmas spirit, obviously. ]

It's that time of year again. [ In seventy years he might be giving this message and cleaning knives, who knows. Just be thankful he's not crazy right now. ] And curse or not there are a few penalties. [ Sweet, innocent --. ] Let's just say if you're struck with the deep desire to lay one on Captain America? Don't. They wouldn't find your body.

[ Another flash of a grin. ] Only one who gets to do that is his fiance.

( ooc: ahahahaha so Bucky can't help himself, he is a child. Feel free to respond to this post via the usual network routes or if you want to run into him and lay one on him he'll be at the station then walking through town on his patrols before finally heading home for the day. Come poke him with sexy sticks. )

Me kiss you long time. You know you want! Heh-heh!

[ The view from his device is obscured by cereal boxes for half a second, laying on the conveyor belt with all of his stuff. Stiles is doing the grocery run and you know what - he is the bomb right now buying enough food for three and not being weirded out by his lady purchases. Of course the nice middle-aged woman behind the counter doesn't know his video is running and neither does he, he's just babbling at her. ]

-- And then he said that's not my horse. It turns out it was one of those weird alpaca things, can you imagine how awkward that was?

[ Beep beep beep goes the cash register and Stiles is counting out money. They don't notice the creeping mistletoe growing. At least not until he leans in to pass his cash over and the woman reels him in by his shirt. Stiles manages to make a surprised noise before her lips cover his, one manicured hand cradling the back of his head. It's a little awkward with the counter sticking into his stomach and the weird non attraction they have going and when she breaks away with horror Stiles starts nervously laughing and grabs all everything all at once, almost tripping over himself in his haste. ]

Um thank you for your service. Customer service. Not -- Bye.

[ With that he flees. ]

( ooc: come kiss him do it do it do it. )

[There's something to be said for the fact for being so distracted that he hasn't actually noticed this whole mistletoe thing going on yet. And that's amazing in it of itself, because he's actually even left the Welcome Center today, too, for the sake of running a little errand. When he turns on the video, he's morosely picking a piece of cake apart with a fork.]

So. Here's a question. I mean, I'm sure there're a lot of different answers to it, but consider this a poll. Or something. Or just one of those questions that nobody has the right answer to but everyone has their own answer to. What do people do about birthdays around here?

[He pokes the cake again.]

I mean, do you celebrate your birthday on the date that the calendar here says it is? Does it even qualify as a real birthday? Do we actually age here? Or is it better just to forget about that kind of thing entirely and just do whatever you want, because this place doesn't make any sense, anyway?

[A frown, a shake of his head, and then he's turning off the video and heading to drop the piece of cake in the trash... and to go wandering back out into the City, where you might catch him near some mistletoe, inadvertently.]

Okay, I know it's Christmas and everything, and mistletoe is a Christmas tradition, and that's all well and good! I like that sort of thing, it's sweet!

But, uh...

[She turns her video feed on to reveal that her house is FILLED with mistletoe. It's hanging from the ceiling, from the chimney, from the fridge...and you can't see it, but it's in the shower too.]

I think this might be a little bit of overkill. The Jasmine Dragon had mistletoe everywhere too, today...Reaaally awkward work day, to say the least...

[ It's evening, and Tosh is standing at the edge of the city square. The video feed from her network device pans across the rows of buildings opposite, then in a circle as she turns, until finally coming back around to show her face. ]

I see someone's been busy with the holiday decorations. A bit heavy on the greenery, though. I always thought mistletoe was supposed to be hung discretely where someone might get caught under it, not draped over every possible surface.

It is pretty, though. And it makes me wonder what winter holidays all of you would be celebrating, if you were home.