merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

[mansionstaff]

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 14th - January 1st
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Sloppy makeouts.

SUDDENLY, AND WITHOUT WARNING...



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.

[OOC INSTRUCTIONS:
+ Post dudes, get kisses!
+ Some (NOT ALL) plants are cursed. If you manage to step under a cursed plant, you will exchange a memory when or if you exchange a kiss. The memories will be first-person and very vivid, and characters will feel like they are experiencing the memory in real time, though in reality the transfer is instantaneous. Memories can be as short, long, happy, sad, or traumatic as you like.
+ If you'd like to participate, we highly suggest making a list of a few memories (with accompanying links/descriptions) that are up for grabs, and linking or posting the list in your top-level comment. Memory exchange is COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. When in doubt, OOC communication!
+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG YOUR CHARACTERS
+ That's it, we love you.]

Comments

Re: Prettyboys

[bluetanker]

::Hey, neighbor. You get a medium-level bropunch because you're his neighbor and you look like you can take it.::

[blueburnshotter]

[He can take it, but that doesn't mean he's expecting the PUNCH OUT OF NOWHERE. He looks both confused and offended for a second, but it's clear the hit wasn't malicious or anything. Still...]

Excuse you.

[tank_rockarms]

Bropunch. We're under the mistletoe.

::Max points to the offending plant above.::

[blueburnshotter]

That's not quite how I've heard it's done.

[He rubs his arm a little, more in thought than in pain. At least he looks less offended now.]

[tank_rockarms]

You wanted me to kiss you instead?

[blueburnshotter]

[Sorry Max, the only guy he is really into lately is his own beautiful self.]

No, but a little warning would have been nice.

[Oh well, what's done is done. He makes a fist and rolls his shoulder back a little.]

May I?

[tank_rockarms]

Go for it, bro.

[blueburnshotter]

[It's just like punching imaginary floating targets. 300 POINTS.]

[tank_rockarms]

::Max is judging you, now.::

Do you lift?

[blueburnshotter]

...As in, weights?

[Uhh.]

Weekly. Why do you ask?

[He can see that judging stare. That is not a stare of love and admiration. Change that expression at once, sir.]

[tank_rockarms]

You could move it up to bi-weekly. Or three times a week. Your shoulder's sorta... weak.

[blueburnshotter]

[Weak. WEAK. Nobody tells Hayato he has some kind of FLAW. He touches his shoulder self-consciously, but catches himself and passes it off as some kind of non-committal hair flipping.]

Well, it wouldn't do for the gym coach not to be in shape. Just how bad is it?

[It can't be bad. IT CAN'T... He won't believe it.]

[tank_rockarms]

You got potential you're wastin'. How many pull ups can you do in a row? Eight? Nine?