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mistleglow: a kissing meme

Some residents may remember that back in September, a love-drunk and confusion-spell-addled newlywed mage from Gramarye Magic Research let loose some pretty little fairy lights that trapped people in the city in little invisible bubbles until they kissed (and any kind of kiss would do). Well, the same slightly-less-newlywed but no less romantically-inclined mage happens to really, really enjoy the winter season, and thinks it's totally romantic. That particular sentiment is pretty common in the Quarantine - while Hygge is the celebration of familial love, the residents of the Quarantine all agree that that family often includes partners and lovers. Besides that, the folklore of mistletoe as being representative of love and friendship is something that the Quarantine has in common with the universes many residents inhabit.

So, as the last week and a half of December rolls around, residents around the Quarantine will see the result of the resident romantic trying to share a bit of Hygge love - small, glowing sprigs of mistletoe will be floating around the Quarantine, ready to trap people up and make them share a bit of affection.

how it works

● Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating sprigs will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. This time, instead of any kind of kiss working, there will be different types of kisses that will work to release the trapped residents depending on the color of mistleglow:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

Trapped residents will not know what kind of kiss will work for each color and may have to experiment before finding the right one.

● Post up a top-level for your character with the types of kisses you're interested in threading out, and then go forth and have your character kiss (or refuse to kiss) others!
● This meme is for characters already accepted into the game to play with the mistleglow prompt from this month's test drive meme. If your character is not yet accepted into the game, please use the TDM post!
● This meme is GAME CANON, so any threads played out in this meme can be carried through into the actual canon of the game.
● Much like the TDM, threads on this meme can count for Activity Points, but not the monthly Activity Check.

header image is from santa's factory by Clement Danveau

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Undoubtedly excruciating.

[ Another pinch – just slightly harder. ]

How many Terran customs intentionally involve sex?

[ His hiss is slightly more genuine that time. ]

C'mon, man.

[ This time, he takes her wrist, tangling his fingers with hers and drawing their joined hands between them. ]

And you'll be relieved to know the answer is "not many."

[ Rather than continue to be difficult, she seems to think Peter’s gotten the amount of pinching he deserved, and she links their fingers easily, pulling them up for a light kiss when he settles their hands between them. ]

I will remember that the next time you try to insist something absurd is an actual tradition.

[ A pause, and he grins at her. ]

So I probably shouldn't tell you about the proud tradition of Groundhog Day, huh?

... I have no idea what a groundhog is, Peter.

[ So she can't even begin to guess what a day celebrating it would entail. ]

It’s a little burrowing rodent, I think.

[ And he’s still grinning, because he knows how stupid this is about to sound: ]

Its shadow controls the seasons.

[ Welcome to Peter’s new favorite game, Describe Terran Holidays in the Worst Way Possible. ]

[ Gamora wrinkles her nose, looking just as confused as she had when Peter told her about the talking car. ]

Why would a rodent control the weather?

[ What is wrong with Terrans? ]

[ He shrugs, and continues on as if this were the most natural thing in the world, ]

It hates the sunlight, so when it sees its shadow, it manipulates the seasons to drag winter out as long as it can.

[ Slowly, skeptically, ]

That sounds fake, Peter.

[ but ok.

... he doesn't actually believe a rodent controls the rotation of a planet, does he? ]

[ A quick shake of his head, or at least as much of one as his current positioning would allow. ]

Nope. Totally real.

[ In a manner of speaking, anyway... ]

Ask anyone from Earth if Groundhog Day is an actual thing, and they’ll say yes.

... But Terrans do not actually believe the rodent is responsible for their seasons.

[ She needs this clarified... ]

[ He hums quietly, a noncommittal sound, then starts to sit up. ]

We should probably get cleaned up, huh?

[ Giving straight answers is for losers. ]

[ She gives him a flat, unimpressed look, but given she's not horribly invested in Groundhog Day, she's willing to let it slide.

For now.

She rolls onto her back, slowly stretching her arms over her head. ]

We should. And you should wash your sheets.

[ Reluctantly, he climbs out of bed, stretching his arms and neck. He glances at her as she seems to claim space in his bed, and he huffs out a breath. ]

What, now?

[ A lift of a silver brow, and as Gamora pushes herself up finally, she points to the messy sheets.

There's definitely a wet patch. ]

Unless you just plan to leave them.

[ Peter huffs out a long-suffering sigh, gaze rolling to the ceiling. ]

Fine.

[ It almost sounds like Gamora has just asked some unreasonable favor of him, like driving her to the airport at 5am, or helping her move on his only day off. ]

You're gonna have to get up, though.

[ She cocks her head as she considers him, curls falling over her shoulders as she seems to debate whether or not she's going to climb out of bed. ]

If I must.

[ And there she finally goes, sliding to her feet with another languid stretch.

But hey, she hasn't tried to get dressed yet, so Peter can at least enjoy the show. ]

[ And he does enjoy the show for a moment or two, not bothering to hide his obvious interest.

He smiles a little, small and crooked, but he did have a job to do. He tugs off the sheets, leaving them in a heap on his bed for the moment, before grabbing a towel wet with warm water from the bathroom. He gives himself a cursory wiping down before returning to the bedroom.

Then, he wrinkles his nose when he spots the heap of future-laundry now sitting on his bed.

Chores. Ugh. ]

MISTLEGLOW: a kissing meme

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