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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] inspirethefire 2015-02-11 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
The fever made him stagger, and he caught himself against the tunnel wall. Pain shuddered through him with each motion, his joints cracking anew. The glowing slag that peeked from fissures of charred skin lit the catacombs, at least dimly, ensuring that even darkness couldn't hide the mess he'd turned into.

He realized his name was being called, and he looked blearily to the team assembled behind him, each wrapped in their own painless flame of wavering determination. None could get close enough to check on him, without being burned. He steadied on his feet, and waved a reassurance to them. They had to be getting close; the shadow bugs were scurrying past in thicker groups, now. He wasn't of much use as anything but a flashlight, but if there could be anything he could make of his transformation, he'd go for it.

He coughed heavily into his hand, and the mucous of magma that seared against his hand was the least painful thing about it.