smash_logs | merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 14th - 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.

[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.]

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Before she leans up, Eirika takes the time to look around, just a quick, cursory glance. Enough to make sure there are no impolite or prying eyes. Considering the days as of recent, it seems easier to avoid any unnecessary trouble. Like jealous boyfriends. Those are kind of a problem.

So she's quick and ginger about it. Have a nice kiss on the cheek. Tender and dainty. Just like a princess ought to be.

Max straightens back up.

"You do a good cheek kiss."

Congratulations, Eirika! You're good at kisses.

She withdraws just as easily and her hands weave together. It's hard to miss her smile. She can't tell if he's flattering her or if there's something serious in his praise. "W-well, I have yet to hear a complaint."

As she looks aside somewhat modestly, she offers a subtle shrug of the shoulders. "Thank you. Max... is it not?"

"Yup, it's Max." It was. "And you're, uh, Erika, right?"

So close, Max. So close.

There was a nuance between 'Eirika' and 'Erika' and knowing that, the princess had never taken particular offence to mispronunciation of her name. Besides, most people back home called her 'Your Highness' or 'Milady.' Eirika wasn't as common as it could have been, and part of her journey she'd been answering to Erina instead.

"Aye. Close enough," she replied. "Eirika, actually. Eirika of Renais." And she crossed an arm over her chest before offering him a flourishing bow. "It is a privilege to officially make your acquaintance."

"Oh, if we're bein' formal I guess I'm Maximilian Justice Powers, CO for the Orange Star Army," answered Max, as he gave her a surprisingly efficient bow, almost as if he'd spend a couple of years in some sort of time-traveling-related shenanigans involving a medieval-era Japan-ish country.

"Good to meet you."

"Maximilian Justice Powers," Eirika echoed with some admiration. "What a very powerful name."

And if he thought that was formality, she had a little more to give to him. Tucking one foot behind the ankle of the other, she offered him a prim and proper curtsey. As best as she could, anyroad.

"Princess Eirika, if you will. Although there are very few here that call me by my title. Simply Eirika is fine." As she righted herself, she continued. "I have known many princesses, many princes, many kings, and many queens, but I am not familiar with the term CO. What is it that you do where you are from?"

"Powerful name for a powerful guy," said Max who really had no shame about these sorts of things. "A CO is a Commanding Officer," explained the blue lump. "It means I'm in charge of part of the Orange Star Army's military forces. Air, land, and sea, I do it all. Yellow Comet's got an Emperor and his daughter for COs, so I've got some experience with royal people, too." A sock-obsessed feudal lord and his bookish daughter might not be the exact same sort of royalty that Eirika is used to.

"Kanbei's got all of his tanks covered in gold." This was said with an odd sort of wistful quality, sort of like a man talking about his favorite childhood movie.

"A commanding officer. Like a general, then." Although she said it more for her benefit, because who knew, maybe Max wasn't aware of what generals were. There was something to be said for the obvious time differences between the two of them, after all.

She nodded slowly as she listened, acquainted with her own form of emperor and offspring, but talks of such things were nothing she wanted to hold. "Sounds very impressive. You must fit in quite well here."

"Yeah, a general. I ain't the head of the army, that's Nell, but I'm a general. I fit in pretty good, I guess." As well as the 6'8" wall of blue hair and muscle can fit in anywhere. "Be nice if some of the doorways were a bit bigger, though. One of the teacher's an 8-foot-tall turtle thing, you'd think they'd design this place on a bigger'n usual scale"

While she hadn't meant literally, she wondered if he knew that at all. Rather, the way he responded made her laugh, which she quickly stifled behind a hand, for it'd do no good for him to think she was laughing at his person.

"I know of whom you speak," she agreed with a nod. "And now that you mention it, I do wonder why I do not see more broken doorways. Unless, of course, that is the custodian's obligation to fix it. I have it on good knowledge that the academy's custodian is very committed to his work."

Who knew. Maybe Connor really was fixing all the doorways. What an enthralling lifestyle.

"Flint's the handyman," said Max. "He fixes the broken stuff. Wears a cowboy hat, got a scruffy beard, has a pet dog. The janitor just cleans things up."

It's Flint. It's the sad, quiet cowboy man with the dead everyone, fixing broken doors and busted hallway tables while finding new ways to tamp down the rudiments left of his heart.

"Ohhhh," and she was transparently clueless. "I was unaware of what the positions entailed. Such phrases do not exist in my kingdom," she explained. "I suppose chambre maids would be responsible for chambre pots, just as a prince's groomsmen would do the same for him. And I imagine various smiths would repair the things that were broken along the way. It isn't for a princess to know such things, I suppose."

Because she could hear in the back of her mind, her father reminding her that her focus was to remain on her studies to be a capable ruler. But chances were, that was a lifestyle Max equally couldn't quite get himself into the mindset of.

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