lucetilogs | Miracle on Luceti Street.

Who: Everybody! (Mostly.)
What: IT'S CHRISTMAS OR SOMETHING.
When: The 19th through the 25th. Feel free to backdate and forwarddate and everydate as you please.
Where: All over the village!
Summary: It's a wintertime jamboree. Go ice skating. Hand out gifts to those you love. (Or want to prank, as the case may be.) Deal with meddling, creepy elves. Kiss a lot of people. It'll be good. Except for the parts where it'll be awkward. But that's what we're here for, isn't it?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R, I imagine. If you need to play out sexytimes, please either fade to black and take it elsewhere or CLEARLY mark the thread in the subject line. (The former is preferable, but not strictly necessary.)

This is your event catch-all log! Sorry it's a bit late in going up. All you really need to do is mention in your subject line what date(s) it is, so folks know if they're dealing with mistletoe or not. Feel free to set up multiple scenarios, of course. Also, as always, tag your characters!

Here is your event info, and feel free to continue asking questions there if necessary. Now go and make merry!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Decent, if you must have a word for it. That was decent.

[And if only to cause Loki a bit of irritation, and because she found it to be true, she mutters.]

Stark was better by far.

Oh really, you were able to reach his lips around his ego?

[Low blow, Adele. He'll remember this and you'll pay for it later.]

I don't know, Loki, I was able to reach yours easily enough, wasn't I?

If you're implying my ego is as big as Stark's, I'll have to admit defeat to that challenge.

[He doesn't love himself enough for that.]

[one last flex and shake of her hand to assure herself all was well before she slides it back into her pocket.]

I'll confess to being somewhat surprised by that.

[He smirks.]

Try again later when you're feeling a bit less overwhelmed.

Underwhelmed. Utterly underwhelmed. I have never in my life been less whelmed by anything.

[Well now she's almost. Teasing? Teasing.

Almost teasing Loki. On Christmas eve.

What is her life even.]

[He waves a hand.]

Lying to a liar. Blah blah.

...did you just 'blah blah' at me?

[She's effected by a very familiar expression, at leas one familiar to the both of them. Her tone is equally familiar when she sighs.]

Honestly.

So it would seem.

[Honestly, Loki.]

I have no idea why I am your friend sometimes. Really.

[They're friends? She always seems a bit too afraid of him at odd times for that.

Still, he smiles.]

I'm afraid I can't help you with that sort of answer.

No one sane could.

[And that was being very generous in her application of the word 'sane' to Loki. Still. Freedom was freedom and she took a step away.]

I'll be by tonight to drop of Gregor's gifts. And yours.

I will be leaving to walk the village when it grows dark.

I'll have to come by before it is dark, then.

Yes. I'd tell you to just leave them on the porch but...

...no. Definitely no.

...I would much rather give them to you in person.

[She shudders a bit, remembering how rough he'd looked.]

For. Many reasons, really.

Then before dark. I will be here.

I shall see you then.

[A quick wave and faint shake of her head at that mistletoe before she's off once more.]

Miracle on Luceti Street.

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