You knew this was coming

[starbolts]

•Mistletoe Meme!•

The Situation:
Crew members who were on Stacy last December remember this. Because GLaDOS is a troll, she has positioned little sprigs of mistletoe on the ceilings of areas of the ship. In hallways, at the entrances to quarters, in a department doorway, at a tavern, she doesn't care how inconvenient it is!

It'd be less inconvenient if it were voluntary, but in this case, the sneaky AI has deployed shields around people who wander under the mistletoe that have not been broken by any known alternate method so far. Any attacks against the shield are absorbed. Attempts at attacking the mistletoe get you singed. The only way to be freed from the confines of your little bubble is to receive some form of affection from another crew member---a strong hug will work for the really uncomfortable, but at least a cheek kiss is expected for most. If GLaDOS wants a mouth kiss, though, let her push for one! Species equivalents of kisses/affection are also acceptable.

So---you're stuck until someone comes to rescue you with a kiss, kids. Have fun, thank you for participating in this crew study experiment, and watch out for the nargles!

((Characters not in the game are of course welcome to join too! It's just on this community this year because it's proven difficult to fit the event around December's plots.))

Comments

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Yeah looks like.

Hopefully not tongue at least? *grimaces as she realized*

Did I just jinx us? I think I did.

[morphitudinous]

[Blinks and shakes his head] I hope not, but maybe if we hurry we'll be let off easily...

[Sighs and takes her shoulder] This'll work, right? [Smile for confidence.]

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

*nodded and reached up to touch his shoulder in turn*

Yeah, of course it will. Can laugh afterward about it.

*leans in to touch her lips against his*

[morphitudinous]

Then that should be all right.

[Kisses her lightly, then withdraws to touch the barrier] It's gone. Let's go before we're caught again. And...I'm sorry about that.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

*shakes her head* Don't worry about it, Billy. Anything to help another friend, right?

So ready to leave though. *agrees as she turns to leave*