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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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"O-oh! Uh, sure! Yeah! Good thinking!"

Haha. Yeah. So that was a thing. Was she going to expect him to kiss some random stranger? Hey, he didn't want to make her do all the work - that was hardly fair. But it wasn't like he wanted to mash lips all up on someone he didn't know.

"...unless it's Eggman. Then we can just point and laugh, right?"

"Hm... Eggman..."

Voile had to take the time to really think about the man. She wasn't fond of Eggman much. He'd not done anything ever to her personally. But she had indirectly suffered beneath his hands, she supposed. After all, in the battle between the two evils, he'd trumped over her favoured one. In the same respects, however, she'd suffered beneath Warren's indirect hands as well.

Yet she was perfectly willing to defend the deceased cat. What made Eggman so different? ~~Warren was hot and Eggman was so out of season, like black in the year 1998.~~

"Maybe not point or laugh. But just leave him to suffer I think would be fine. I imagine his ghost woman would be around quick enough to save his skin all the same, anyway. He would have no need or want of your help or mine, even if we offered it." But she certainly wasn't going to offer it.

"....still can't get over the idea that Eggman has a... Y'know. Girlfriend or fiancée or whatever it is. Wait... ghost?"

THAT explained it. You would HAVE to be dead to think it was OK to date a guy like Robotnik.

"Fiancée, I think," Voile began thoughtfully. Then she nodded when Knuckled zeroed in on the phrase. "And yes. Madame Flurrie. That instructor of the drama class I told you about. Eggman may leave a lot to be desired, but I have always liked Madame Flurrie."

".....huh."

Huh.

Well, it was obvious what was going on, there. Eggman's evil dead Fiancée was fooling everyone into thinking she was somehow nice, and poor Voile had been taken in. Hook, line and sinker. Poor girl. But hey, it was OK. Eggman had fooled Knuckles once. Twice. Three tim--just, lots of times. It just happened when you were dealing with super villains.

"Well. Anyway. Just leaving him there works for me, if you don't wanna point and laugh. I was mostly kiddin' about that anyhow."

Hey he would have done it. But technically, she was helping him get to his dorm already so he should be a bother.

"I think it might be possibly poor form to point and laugh. Remember, he's faculty. You and I aren't. We can still pay consequences for taking things too far and he's got authority, whether either of us like it or not." Voile raised her shoulders in a shrug and found herself toying with the extraordinarily long braid that looped over her left shoulder.

"But I doubt we'll have to see him anyway. I haven't yet, and there's a ton of people at the academy we're more likely to cross paths with. He's probably the least of our concerns." More Knuckles's concern than hers. Voile merely wanted to avoid the guy if she could and she had yet to have any issues doing precisely that.

"I guess I never thought about it that way. He's just... Eggman to me."

They could SAY he was a teacher, but so far as Knuckles cared, he was just some jerk who liked to hurt creatures, destroy stuff and control people.

"...anyway, if we're lucky, you'll be right and we'll just see other people. Or no people." Because that worked for him.

"No people would also be a good option," Voile agreed. Because to be honest, she hadn't been as eager to help as she had been previous years. Mostly because she wanted nothing to do with memory exchanges or things of such a sort. And it was the first year mistletoe had ever done that. If that became a common occurrence, she imagined she'd have to find a different approach to feigned altruism during the holidays.

Memories could be dangerous and she had quite a few that would be rather incriminating to her person if they got out to the wrong people. At the academy, most of the people were wrong people.

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for us," she continued as she picked up her pace just a bit to scout ahead and ensure they were 'in the clear,' as it were.

"I'll cross mine, too."

It would be a little harder to tell with him, considering his gloves were fingerless, but still.

"Doesn't seem to be a whole lot down this way." he said, glancing at the roof of the hallway. "I guess whoever or whatever was hangin' them up started slacking over here."

Which was great for them! But it spoke of a sloppy work ethic.

She followed alongside him with some thought and consideration, still trying to remember how many years it was that she'd been accustomed to seeing mistletoe everywhere. It was a bit comical that the academy could make her feel like she'd been there for absolutely forever, even when she knew she hadn't.

"Then that is where we want to go," she replied in agreement. "I was under the impression that the mistletoe had a mind of its own, really. Last year I think it was, there were people trying to remove it and would succeed momentarily, but then the mistletoe would just rapidly grow back. In some cases where there was no mistletoe, there would suddenly be a sprig. As if the mistletoe automatically knew."

Voile offered up her shoulders in a shrug, "But it's hard to say how all of that works. Mistletoe is evidently more clever than any of us have given it credit for."

"That's kind of unnervin' don't you think?" Knuckles offered, walking with his eyes plastered to the ceiling. "I mean, when a little plant like that can out think a guy like me and a lady like you, aren't we kinda in trouble?"

There was a door just around the corner and it looked like maaaaaaaybe they were in the clear. They could at least get outside. There surely couldn't be mistletoe growing outside, right? At least, not if they were walking under the sky and not some roofed outdoor area.

"You'd think so, except I'm so accustomed to things like that here at the academy. You're best off just expecting the unexpected."

Voile rose her eyebrows before giving an affirmative nod. "Basically, the rule should be if you normally don't think it's possible, the academy is going to show you that it is. And probably not in the most polite way." Which in hindsight made her chuckle a little, something that she realised probably wasn't very appropriate as per the current situation.

She peeked around the corner first, leaning forward enough that if she'd still been on her feet, she probably would have fallen onto her face, but Gardevoir could levitate for a reason. And evidently that was the reason Voile chose in that immediate moment. "Hm... Well, I don't see anything. The longer we delay, the greater the chance is, I think. We'd better not press our luck."

"Yeesh. Sounds stressful." he admitted. Expect the unexpected? How was he even supposed to do that - he wasn't experienced enough to guess at what he wasn't expecting and therefore should be prepared for!

"You got a good point. Let's move!" he said, making a quick dash for the door and holding it for her. He wasn't going to just let it close on his buddy, after all!

"Once we get outside, we should be free, right? Least till we get to the dorm block!"

She followed quickly after him, ducked under his arm and everything. And only when they got outside did she let her feet touch the ground again. "We should be fine out here. Like you said, we probably won't have a problem until we get to the dorms. Maybe. At least in the halls. In your room you should be fine."

And she didn't say it, but she'd be fine in her room, too. Because it could be awkward being stuck in your own room with your phone not within reach, simply waiting on your roommate to come and save you. And what if, for some reason, they didn't show up? Because they were busy or something like that. Yeah, they got really fortunate that the mistletoe had yet to make a habit of inhabiting student or teacher quarters.

"....but what happens if you get stuck in the halls on the way to your room?" he asked, suddenly realizing the flaw in their brilliantly concocted super scheme. "And then I'm gonna be sittin' safe and sound in my room waiting for this to blow over and you might be stuck someplace for who knows how long."

Voile reached into the bust of her dress hammerspace the bust of her dress and withdrew her cellular device, a perfectly metallic green that clearly wasn't top of the line and yet still particularly useful. "If I end up in trouble, I can just call you, right?"

As her head tipped and she lifted her eyebrows, Voile continued, "Unless you don't have one. In which case, I suppose I'd have to wait until someone came by. Chances are if it's in a dormitory hallway, people are far more likely to be going down the hall then they are corridors of the academy."

"Yeah, I got one." Knuckles said. "It, uh... I don't have it on me. But yeah. I have one."

One of the few things he'd actually bought out here with money gained from the things he'd found around the area. It seemed like everyone had one and he wanted to be able to reach the people he knew without any hassle. Plus, he could use it to check the school network, which was nice.

"We should trade numbers?"

"If you put yours in my phone, I'll send you a text message and you can add my number that way."

She'd done the same thing for Jolt and that had worked out perfectly well. She couldn't imagine that it wouldn't for Knuckles. Unless of course, he changed his mind about wanting her number, something equally unlikely.

In good faith, she offered over her phone to him in the event that he wanted it.

"Alright."

He used his teeth to pull off his glove - her phone was tiny compared to his and he was going to need more precise fingers to enter the number than his padded gloves were going to allow for. At least the interface was familiar enough that he was able to go to 'add contacts' easily and enter the digits.

"...aaaaand, there! You're all set. You can send me Text Messages at that number too, if you want to." he said, as if this was some kind of innovation she maybe didn't know about. "That way, even if I don't got the thing on me, I can see what you have to say later."

She waited patiently for him to offer up his number and once he was done, she took her phone back. Looking it over as if committing the number to memory (which wasn't the case; she'd forget the moment she looked away), she tucked her phone away afterward.

"Thanks, Knuckles. This is fantastic. You can text or call me anytime, and I'll try to get into the habit of texting more. I rarely use my phone, but I have it with me and on all the time."

Which meant that maybe she should have worked on being more sociable. But old habits died hard and what not.

"Well, if you always have yours on you, I'll do the same. Just in case." he replied with a grin. He wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to interact with her, after all. Even if it was just text messages. (He should learn how to make those little smiley faces. That way she'd know that he was smiling at her without having to see his real face.)

His decision to do the same, or affirmation—she couldn't tell which it was—did seem to brighten her spirits some. But then to be fair, reuniting with him had pleased her in a way that she'd not thought entirely possible. He still tied her to a kind of sanity that her remaining altruism practically clung to. But there would be no point in saying so or trying to explain the situation.

"Just in case," she repeated happily. "Thanks for walking with me. And talking with me. You know, all of that jazz." An ironic statement coming from someone who didn't even know what jazz was aside from a definition to a word.

"Oh, you're welcome." he replied, his cheeks pinkening again. "Thank you for... uh. Y'know. Freein' me up. I appreciate it."

Because he couldn't even have walked her this far if she hadn't. And despite having one of his more private memories laid bare.... well. It had been a nice experience. His first kiss and getting to know this wonderful girl a little better. Really, he couldn't have asked for more.

He placed his hand on the door handle to his room.

"Just remember to give me a call if ya get stuck, alright? I'll be there real quick."

She eyed him patiently and after some moments, nodded with a smile. "It was no difficulty. Better me than someone else who might have taken advantage of the situation."

As she turned to look in the direction of the girls' dormitories, Voile continued, "And yes, if I need any help, I'll just call you. Make sure you do the same. Let's do our best to be present for one another." She had no doubt that he'd easily make all of his friends back again, so perhaps the request was a little more selfish in nature.

She was probably the one who needed friends.

"You got it, buddy." Knuckles replied, grinning at her.

He wouldn't have believed for a second that a girl as nice as her could be in any kind of need for friends. He'd figure she probably had more than she knew what to do with. But he was still happy to be there for her.

"I'll talk to you soon, alright?"

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