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Smash Rising Mods ([personal profile] mansionstaff) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2014-12-14 11:01 pm

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...

title or description


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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[personal profile] flowerofmtsilver 2015-01-11 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
Vinnie hung his head, pushing his eyes out of view with a mess of hair shielding them from Bulba's gaze. Emptiness in his voice, he remarked dully, "You've gotta leave eventually."

Because it was true. He couldn't stay in Vinnie's room forever. It wasn't accomplishing anything, at this rate. And...

Stolen time. That's all this really was. And one day soon, it was going to run out and they'd have to face reality again. It couldn't last. Not like this, not as things were right now.

He belonged to Bulba. But Bulba belonged to someone else.

Shaking his head, the Venusaur muttered, "Just go."
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[personal profile] rivalsolarbeam 2015-01-11 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Don't. Please don't make me leave.

It hadn't meant to hurt. Bulba knew that, logically. Knowing did not stop it from being painful to hear. It didn't stop the chill that filled his chest as he drew in a deep breath.

Don't push me away.

The fear kept him quiet. It wasn't true until he said it. This wasn't what Vinnie meant, he knew that. He knew...

... he was just making things worse. Bulba was just getting in the way again, with empty efforts. Carefully, he drew his hands back. "... Alright." The word felt heavy. He hated this. A kiss was brushed against Vinnie's hair, and then the other Venusaur was backing off even while his scent lingered in the air. As much as he wanted to be, he wasn't needed. This was his fault anyway.

"You can call me if you need me," Bulba offered lamely by the doorway, unsure what else to do. "Things will... they'll work out, Vinnie."

For a moment, he hovered there at the door. Part of him wished the older saur would ask him to stay. Please. The rest of him, however, ushered him away before it could have been an option.