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[schild]

Who: Network folks who are in Locke for Xmas
Where: A community center (let's say it's the same one from the first aid thing)
When: Backdated to December 23
What: Christmas/Holiday Party!
Warnings: Shenanigans? Kissing?

[ Ah yes, come one, come all! As per the plotting, let's just say Ryan put out a message that went something like this:

Hey everyone! I was wondering how many of us are stuck here in Locke for the holidays. I'm used to parties and celebrating with friends, so I figured, why not do that anyway! It'll be a Network-only thing, so don't be shy. And if you wanna help, just let me know!

And thus your character finds themselves here, a part of christmas cheer and echoes, surrounded by free food and tinsel and even Mistletoe... The Christmas party! And by Christmas I mean Santa and reindeer and all that lame stuff. ]

[ Feel free to start your own top-level comments I mean seriously, if you need an excuse for dumb shenanigans this is it. ]

Comments

mistletoe;

[schild]

[ It's not a Christmas party without these pesky things. If you've been waiting for an excuse to get kissed, now's your chance. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[why would you want to kiss this loser tho

Well, if you do, he's under the mistletoe so now's your chance!

Warning: if you are not Tavia you may run the risk of being murdered by Tavia]

[drama8om8]

Wear this.

[ She's holding out a paper sign attached to a tinsel necklace thing. The sign has a list on it, reading thusly:

1) NO GROPING
2) NO TONGUE
3) SMOOCHES MUST LAST NO LONGER THAN 8 SECONDS
4) TAVIA WILL 8E WATCHING YOU FUCKERS I SWEAR TO GOD

Wowow. ]

It's festive! Festive as Santa's dick.

[wirsinddiejager]

Octavia. I'm not even planning to kiss anyone. There's no one at this party that I would even want to kiss except for you.

[He's wearing the sign anyway. He is weak.]

[drama8om8]

I helped put up a lot of mistletoe, Alan. A lot. You are standing under some right now! And sooner or later some chump is going to take advantage of that!

[ Pat pat. ]

Which is totally fine. If they follow the rules! If they don't follow the rules I will legitimately fucking murder them with my bare hands.

[schild]

[ You tempted me now this is your fault.

Ryan didn't even mean to, he was just walking by with a snack tray.

But now he's there. Towering from above. ]

Hmmmm, should I bother?

[ Ryan is mulling this over because on one hand, awkward, but on the other hand-- he must use his dad powers to embarrass the hell our of you, Alan. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[Alan hates his life so much. He also hates the mistletoe.

He considers just running for a moment, but a good soldier never runs from a challenge. Besides, the rules of Christmas must be followed.

So instead he just points to the sign Octavia hung on him.]

Be sure to follow the rules if you do.

[schild]

You're so whipped. It's adorable.

[ One armored kiss, coming right up. Ryan smirks, leaning down to just give Alan a peck on the cheek. Ryan's skin is kinda... uh, hard but whatever. DEAL WITH IT, ALAN. ]

There you go, one kiss. And I followed the rules.

[dirtdevil]

[ He eyes the ridiculous sign from a fair distance from any visible mistletoe. You know, just in case someone gets the wrong idea. Can't be too careful. ]

Oh, thank goodness for that sign. Heaven knows what atrocities I might have been not at all tempted to commit had I not been informed of the rules.

[wirsinddiejager]

[Shrug.]

Octavia's kind of paranoid that everyone wants my ass. I doubt you're one of the people she's worried about, though.

[Because seriously who would ever think that these two would ever kiss hahaha]

[dirtdevil]

Uh, yeah, considering she was screaming at me for not thinking you're "cute," I'd say that's probably correct.

No offense, of course.

[ Hahaha, what a knee-slapper. ]

[wasthatmymom]

[Scampering over to continue ruining Levi's life.]

But dude aren't you like...

Forty?

[dirtdevil]

[ Uh oh, the secret is out. Was it the smoldering "I haven't slept in five days" look that gave it away?

For real though why this kid again. Why. He tries to hold back a cringe (unsuccessfully). ]

45, actually. Why are you trying to hang out with an old man?

[anequal]

[Anthony was just trying to get past some people oh my god when he bumps right into Alan, and he just happens to look up when he takes a step back and--]

... Oooh...

[wirsinddiejager]

[Welp. Can't go against tradition.]

...We gonna do this, man?

[anequal]

[Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him Octavia's gonna kill him]

Sure.



Why not.

Re: mistletoe;

[not_good_not_wicked]

[She's not paying attention to the sprig over her head at all. It's still there, though.]

[hustru]

[...She did it. She managed to lose the person that she came with, and now she is caught somewhere between trying to find her again and panicking because there are so many people and she has no clue how to properly behave in such a social situation, so many things went wrong already.

Her main reason for heading towards Marisa is that she's blond and female an for a moment she thought that she might be the person that she's looking for.

Well. Not. Which turns a decisive stride into a sudden stop and then awkward standing there while staring at Marisa. What do. Just... walk away? Can that be done without seeming incredibly rude and ruining everything, what people think about her and such...]

[not_good_not_wicked]

[Marisa glanced up as someone approached her, smiling and looking a bit more giggly than an entirely sober person might be expected to. A quick sniff of her eggnog would reveal why, but don't tell anyone.]

Hi. You look lost.

OTA

[toobig]

[Someone (Octavia? Ryan? Who's to say?) deemed it invaluable that Bertholdt have a sprig of mistletoe attached to the Rudolph antlers he's also been forced to wear, meaning anyone could ask him for a kiss at any time.]

[Bertholdt's not really amused, but he's not going to say 'no' to it either.]

[shortspoken]

[ ANNND HERE'S ELLIE. She approaches Bertholdt to say hi, notices the mistletoe and just. Keeps on walking right past him. Fuck Christmas and all Christmasly shenanigans.

Then she realises that makes her look like a twat. So she walks back towards him.

Then she realises that she can't actually reach anywhere near Bertl's face, and climbing up him while he's in a delicate physical state is probably not the best idea ever. She can't ask him to bend down, that's humiliating. So: she walks right past him again.

Then she comes back. With a chair. And stands on that - on tippytoes - to finally bestow the most linefaced of smoochlets on Bertholdt's cheek.

WASN'T THAT WORTH IT. GODDAMN. ]

Happy holidays.

[toobig]

[Ellie's cagey shenanigans are so natural by now, Bertholdt barely notices her slinking around while he pours himself coffee and mostly ignores the party in favor of being reclusive and shy. When she comes back with a chair, though, he almost says something snarky before he realizes what she's doing. He smiles at the kiss, and kisses her forehead in return.]

You too, Ellie.

[schild]

[ It may or may not have been Ryan who put the mistletoe on there, but he's sure as hell going to make the best of it, certainly. He wraps his arm around Bertholdt's waist-- pulling them flush together. Ugly sweater to ugly sweater. ]

Hey, Bertl. Merry Christmas.

[toobig]

M-Merry Christmas...

[He's used to Ryan grabbing him by now, but in public? He's still a little shy about that. Still, he smiles down at the other, cheeks pink.]

Everyone loves your parties, Ryan... Uh, it's a really nice turn out...

[originaloddcouple]

[The Dians made out a lot, the end.]