smash_logs | Make a kiss and take a berry

Who: YOU. EVERYONE. SMASH ACADEMY & FRIENDS.
What: Making out I mean MISTLETOE.
When: December 19th to January 1st.
Where: Everywhere.
Rating: The letter appropriate for Kissing & Violence against Plants & Swearing.

After Celebi's inquiries about tiny, berried plants, she came to a few conclusions. Either people really liked them or people were pretty indifferent to them! Or they were grumpy. There seemed to be a lot of grumpies. Clearly the solution to that was to bring the mistletoe on to campus and let it flourish! EVERYWHERE.

IT WAS EVERYWHERE.

In the halls. In doorways. Over your locker. Over your rival's locker. Dangling over your head exactly when you least expected it. If you did not want to encounter it you were probably encountering it.

And they were persistent! They were under the grass pixie's watchful eye this year. Did it just move when you tried to shoot it? Was the shot reflected back at you?? WHAT.

To make matters worse, if you happened to find yourself under certain sprigs of the holiday plant, you were stuck there. STUCK FOR ETERNITY, or at least until you got a smooch. How perfectly, wonderfully devious. There was a certain witch to thank for that.

HOW FESTIVE.

[[Have at it!! Post your dudes, go get smooches.

+ Celebi won't like you trying to destroy the plants. She will move them a couple of frustrating inches.
+ Some (not all!) plants are CURSED via Ashley. No moving until smooching. You better hope for a smooch.
+ Don't forget to add your characters' tag via the edit tag button!

Go get festive, Smash Academy BD]]

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[Are you ready for Target Practice with Samus? Here she comes.]

[Oh. Hi.]

Hello...there...

[pew pew pew oh there's a person there don't want to hit that]

...Hi.

I understand why you'd want to shoot them. Nobody likes these. [He points up to the mistletoe.]

Some do. I don't.

[Pause]

Do you?

I don't.

Good then.

[PEW PEW AND THEN... and then...

...she realizes she is stuck.]

[THAT MAKES TWO OF THEM.]

...Unfortunately, we're stuck here until we kiss. [He's done this before, you see.]

[She can appreciate direct and to the point but she would really prefer to not oblige the damnable little plant. She struggles in vain to free herself.]

...So I see.

Well, then.

[Fox puckers up.]

[WELL GUY YOU ARE. ADMITTEDLY AN ATTRACTIVE SPECIMEN OF A MALE. BUT SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME. She leans back.]

I thought you didn't like them, ...?

[Fill in those ellipses Fox, you know you want to.]

Frank.

[He shakes his head.] I don't. But if we ever want to move again...

[Right. Frank. The really vague guy on the network. What an excellent opportunity for a game of 20 questions!]

Frank... just "Frank"?

~~NO CODE NAME?~~

Frank Hunter. Who are you?

Samus Aran.

Pleasure to meet you...

[She leans in but not to kiss.]

What'd you do before coming here?

That's... I... that's private. [Fox, I hope you realize how weird that sounds. You don't, do you. You don't.]

[Oh guess who's curiosity you just peeked.]

Classified?

Yes.

Military?

[You strike her as a military type.]

[HOW DID YOU KNOW ARE YOU A WITCH]

Ah... not exactly.

[DOES SHE WEIGH THE SAME AMOUNT AS A DUCK]

Not exactly?

I can't say any more.

[Sssssiiiigh. A few awkward moments of silence pass. Then Samus seems to have a quick change of heart, leans over and gives him a little kiss on the cheek, all while avoiding looking into his eyes. DID THAT WORK?]