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i saw mommy kissin santa claus

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 15th - January 1st
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Sloppy makeouts.

SUDDENLY, AND WITHOUT WARNING...

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The entire school has become covered in mistletoe overnight. It grows out of the walls! The ceilings! Everywhere you least expect it? HOW CAN THIS BE??

It's probably best not to think about it. Attempts to uproot the plants or burn them away only makes the plants grow back faster. For the time being, it seems the school must live with it.

The astute might find an unassuming note pinned the bulletin board in the main office. WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY MEAN??

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[OOC INSTRUCTIONS:
+ Post dudes, get kisses!
+ Some (NOT ALL) plants are cursed. If you manage to step under a cursed plant, you are glued to the spot until you receive a kiss OR tell a secret--characters, of course, logically will not know about the secret option to start! The IC clue is the mysterious note.
+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG YOUR CHARACTERS
+ That's it, we love you.]

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[ She's watching him carefully, desperately searching for something to fill these gaps in her mind, to fix these lapses with a simple explanation!

...but his words bring a lot more disappointment to her face than she might be aware she's revealing. If that was the truth and the only truth, then she should be fine, right? ]

Aah. [ What more could she really say if that was how it is? ] But -

[ No. She stops and disregards the sudden need to argue, as if he had challenged her logic. ]

... Thank you, partner. [ Could she sound any smaller saying that? ]

[Then there's no satisfaction to be found anywhere in this answer. His gaze lightens up a little on the intensity as he looks over her face, wondering for a moment if it's possible even for an AI to struggle with memories that were stolen from her.

It's a feeling he couldn't even begin to explain how much he can sympathize with.]

What makes you ask such a thing in the first place?

[ A good question with an important answer, one she immediately began to struggle to find the words for. However she decides to give him more of a list rather than what she is feeling, since it finds itself a more available option. ]

There's items in my room. People know me. I don't know them. [ Oh boy. ]

[CRAP... What is he supposed to do? It's not like there's a standard procedure for how to handle a reprogrammed turret, and even if there was, it doesn't seem like anyone's been following it with any kind of consistency. Even if he keeps up his part of the lie, someone else might tell her later anyway.

The truth might hurt, but it's not like she'd go wild with trigger happy havoc ~~HA HA I DID IT~~ the second she finds out about it...]

Forgive me! I don't know the best way to put this, but... The you that exists now... I have only known since summer.

[ ~~YOU DID IT YOU'RE DISMISSED DROP THE GAME~~

Something in her chest grips. It's fleeting, a hiccup could compare, but she doesn't know what to make of the physical response. Her eyes look hollow and broken for a moment, as if the truth had shut her system down, but she's back in a second's time and looking right into his eyes. ]

The summer... The Doctor helped me in the summer.

[ She was suddenly beginning to realize... ]

... He helped me in the summer... [ Why did he help her? What happened? She was free, wasn't she?

From what? ]

[Robotnik shouldn't have been the one who was allowed to help. Kiyotaka remains firm on this stance, though he does have to admit that Vivian's renewal has gone a lot better than he was expecting. Until this point, as he's staring her right in the eye, feeling trapped and helpless to escape where this is going because there's no clear right or wrong and he hates it.

He has to even break eye contact.]

What did he tell you? What's the earliest thing that you remember?

[ The levels at which Vivian feels unsettled are beginning to show through more of her human nature, one still in development and unable to properly conceal the panic she's feeling. Her eyes are down, darting left and right, searching for the answers behind her eyes. ]

Free... I'm free. [ What was happening? Her body was doing something? Overdrive? Overheating, maybe? ] Unknown.. error... [ What did that even mean to her now? ]

Free...

[Somewhere in the back of his mind he realizes it's not a feeling he's ever been able to truly experience, because if he's not bound by actual physical barriers then it's by obligation after obligation, duty always obscuring any selfish desires before he allows himself to entertain them. For a second... he envies her for being able to say that, but his sense of responsibility quickly rises up to overshadow it once more.

He grabs her shoulders tightly, looking pained.]

That's right! Whatever happened before that... You're free of it now! You are much better off as you are now!

Whatever happened?

[ She looks into his eyes, trying to keep her lungs going. She felt responsible for keeping every organ functioning. ]

Better.. now?

Partner? [ Normally reasonably calm, she's mildly shaking under the weight of his grip - his words. ]

Vivian...

[His grip tightens, matching her trembling.]

As you are now... would you ever kill somebody?

No!

[ Immediate. Despite the question being seemingly out of no where, she answers it without hesitation. ]

Violence is unnecessary!

[ She frowns. ] I yelled. Sorry.

[He can't even get on her case for shouting. It's reliving to hear her put that much passion behind her views.]

Then... trust me. You do not want to remember anything from the past! If I can be certain of anything, it's...

[That all those months of getting to know her, teaching her, helping her, all meant nothing-]

It's that, so...!

But... there is a... [ How could she describe this? ] previous version?

[ This wasn't sitting right. So there really was something she was missing. Parts of her memory... ]

But why? [ What, you think a child wouldn't ask why? ] Partner? Why can't I remember?

Your memories were taken as...

[He grits his teeth, disgusted with himself. With everything. He could have prevented everything if he'd tried something else.]

...a way of preventing a mistake to be repeated. You were reprogrammed.

[There. It's out in the open, now. It's almost funny, how their situations are so similar and yet couldn't be more different. Her memories taken to prevent her from killing again, his taken with the hopes that he would start.]

[ What...?

Vivian can't help but just stare. ]

Reprogrammed?

[ Her lips tighten for a moment. ]

Was I broken?

No! No, you weren't! But your programming was wrong, and we couldn't overcome it...

[He bows his head in frustration.]

But you are free of that now! You said so yourself! It's alright!

[Then, so soft it may as well be his equivalent of a whisper:]

It's alright.

[ It might not make much sense to him, but to a machine, programming was all it had. If that was wrong, they were wrong. They were considered defective and were destroyed. That was it. It was simple and to the point.

A foot steps back, then forward, a shuffle with no where to go, much like the thoughts whirling violently through her head. ]

I was wrong. [ But she couldn't remember why. What if she did it again?

Vivian now starts to try and rip her figure from his hands, stumbling back a bit to get away. ]

[He lets her back away, one hand dropping to his side, but the other still outstretched in a pleading gesture. Don't run away.]

It was my fault! I failed you as a partner... It's just as I said! Nothing I do keeps these things from happening... so... this was a last resort, but it truly is the best way!

[ Partner. The word made her reach up for her armband, brushing it with her fingertips before lowering her arm back down. Unable to collect words to offer or respond with, she went back to her stack of chairs, her breaths coming out sharp as if she couldn't breathe anymore. She picked them up, looked at him quickly, and began to walk away as best as one could carrying chairs.

It was wrong. She had been wrong. All Vivian could think about was the Doctor. She had to get back to him she had to -

Snagged. She looked up at the mistletoe and without an ability to move her feet, she did the next best thing -

She threw all the chairs right at it. Well, it destroyed the mistletoe and did the trick, but she had to swat the chairs away from her as gravity brought them back down. Every last one went flying into the floor and clattered down the hall in a heavy slide.

... Was that violence? She felt warm again but this time her forehead felt sore and tight. Skin too small for the pinch and wrinkles of an expression swirling with mixed feelings on what she had just discovered.

Oh.

She looked back at him. ]

[For a second he just stares back, stunned by her sudden outburst. That needless violence is something he's come to expect from Mondo, but not someone as small and innocent as Vivian.

Especially not after she said violence was unnecessary.

He takes a sharp breath, taking a few steps after her.]

Vivian! I will relieve you of your duties if you keep that up!!

[ SCOLDED.

If he did that, there'd be too much disappointment to go around. Yes, she feels this sensation. Yes, it's overwhelming. Yes, she's confused and hurt and -

When he's close enough, she suddenly snatches his hand into both of hers, the time between her breaths shorter and shorter now. It sort of sounded like she was... ]

I'm not m-malfunctioning! [ Surely a familiar sound, Kiyotaka. She was leaking - er, crying. ] It was an accident. I'm sorry. S-sorry. [ Maybe she was broken. She looks up at him. ] W-what's happening to me? [ THIS CRYING SHIT IS WEIRD, MOM-NOT-MOM. ]

[Just hearing her cry makes his heart ache. For all of his own surges of intense emotion, he's never quite sure how to deal with it, whether from himself or in others. But he knows just enough to take advantage of her hold on him to pull her in closer, his movements a little stilted and awkward as he puts his arms around her shoulders, just as his mother often did for him when he was a child.]

You're not malfunctioning. You're just upset! Anger, sadness, fear - [he's assuming it has to be one or all of these, based on his own feelings at finding out about his own amnesia] - they are all perfectly normal human emotions to have. But you cannot let them control your actions like that.

[ What he was doing - this known gesture utilized in an unknown response - took Vivian by surprise. A startled gasp had mixed into the mess of pained inhales and her wet face was tilted toward the ceiling since she had no real idea what to do with it. ]

O-okay. Okay, p-partner.

[ For some time, Vivian would sleep on the frozen concrete floor of the bunkers, surrounded by items with captured memories that she had no access to. She found she could sleep most anywhere and mostly did so sitting up in a corner, but these winter days brought on the cold so sometimes she slept in her winter coat, that red scarf of hers wrapped tightly 'round her dripping nose and rosy cheeks nipped by the cold.

As she would drift off, the scent of something distant but comforting would carry her to sleep, and though it had faded fast over time, it now consumed her senses as it never had before.

So this was was it was. Her partner... Was that something she had wiped, too?

Vivian's sobs were mostly sharp hiccups by now, but she muffled them out against his coat and sank into his warmth, even if she couldn't quite get control of the gasps and squeaks that were coming out of her mouth. ]

I won't let them.

[She's so short, he can't help but rest his chin on top of her head and sigh deeply. He's never been big on physical affection, but lately it's become a more frequent occurrence in his life, though it's more often than not in the form of chummy arms around the shoulders and slaps on the back. This is a much more delicate situation, but it still feels... kind of nice.

He decides there's no need to let go just yet.]

That's good. It may take a lot of practice to maintain control, but I believe you can do it.

[ Her smaller hands slowly lift up to touch along his back, wanting to do what he's doing, too. But since she isn't positive, she only gets a gentle brush of her fingertips in before letting them fall away. Whether she knew it or not, she had made many mistakes and what's worse was it could've been anything. The slightest error could send her life packing, so she couldn't even imagine it could be as something as extreme as killing - though as a turret, she wonders what purpose she had once served.

Many questions she never had to consider before were all here at once, but she postpones delving for ... whatever Ishimaru was doing now. She really liked it, to be honest. ]

And you will be my partner. [ She looks up and smiles, cheeks still glowing with tears but happy to remind him. She tilts her head to think of how to say something again. ] So I don't fall off my chairs.

i saw mommy kissin santa claus

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bABES

NOOO

I QUIT. HAVE ALL THE HARD QUESTIONS, KITTY

i deserve this pain for not proofreading anything

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKED UP

I DO AND I'M BOTHERED

BOTHERED OR /bothered/ ...(B

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