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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!

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[Mihawk is rather careful with his hands, unwrapping the gifts without unnecessary violence, though perhaps enough derailing to torment Perona a little. Just a little. His lip twitch a little, as he studies the pin, before settling it down, and then unwrapping the wine. An eyebrow arches up at the label, just at the same time as Perona launches on her explanation.]

Perona.

[Mihawk's voice is quiet. Not quite severe, just quiet. He holds the bottle in his hands appreciatively, and doesn't look at her.]

Do you understand why I was vexed at you?

[Notice the purposeful use of past tense.]

[She stop speaking when he does, pursing her lips together as he continues. She's...being lectured. Lectured. Like she's some child or something. Perona's eyebrows knit together in annoyance, but she does indeed listen, and huffs quietly to herself. This is humiliating...having to he lectured, punished even, by someone she has not affirmative ties to. Just because he's older, has a higher status, and knows her some! Does Mihawk really think he can boss her around?!

Yet, to her shock and great aggravation, Perona listens to the swordsman, and she allows herself to be scolded. Why? It makes no sense and she wants to hit him for it, but doesn't. She doesn't like being scolded, but she doesn't like having Mihawk upset with her, either. It's...odd. But best have him around and not angry at her than to be alone. She relents, calms herself, and exhales a long sigh.]

I was out of line. [And she already apologized, don't make her do so again.]

[She is, indeed, being lectured. Whether it's a step up or down from just a sharp order, it remains to be seen. Mihawk sets the wine on the table next to the small box with the pin.]

I would much rather you did not do it again.

[It's not even a threat, which is perhaps his concession to having her listen. It's a request.]

[Half of Perona - that bratty side of her that hadn't completely been extinguished over her two years on Kuraigana - wants to just bite back, not accept the swordsman's words and tell him to properly fuck off, but then again...he did make a request, not a demand. He's not yelling at her, either. Hell, he's even being mildly polite, in his own way.

Perona's not sure she likes it. She was expecting anger, insults, a threat, a cold shoulder, something. This is too passive and she really just...has no idea what to think, feel, or do. It's uncomfortable, but what's more uncomfortable is how willing she is to embrace this passiveness, this forgiveness.]

I understand.

[The scary part is that she really does, and will actually try in earnest not to do anything like this again.]

[It strikes him as odd, this weird dance of pride they have around. It's worse when Zoro's around, too. Or better. They just don't talk about things, they just fall into place where they belong. But while he and Zoro have an agreement - an agreement Mihawk will enforce, no matter what - Perona has always been there almost by accident. At the same time, though, it's familiar. It's just how it goes.

He misses Shanks a little, if only because he'd have understand his current predicament and laughed at him about it. Somehow it's easier to handle things when there's an annoying redhead troll to laugh at them like they're nothing. It should be nothing.]

Then I will endeavor to not lose my temper so easily.

[But see? Compromise. Everything is about compromise. Though Mihawk can't remember last time he had to compromise with anyone. Have a heartfelt sigh.]

And I suppose in the spirit of this ridiculous season, I should give you what I got you.

[Mihawk's first sentence earns him a rather noncommittal sound from the ghost princess, a quiet hum of agreement and understand. She's wondering, absently, if he's finished, if this is finished and she can leave at last. She's come here for what she wanted to do, is still alive and whole, and wants to get back into her room finally. Perona's not used to being scolded, and she doesn't like it. It makes her feel like a child - which she most certainly is not!

She's looking eagerly at the door, but her head snaps back as her thoughts seem to just explode in her face. He just--he said...]

Eh? Wh-What? [He...got her a gift? Really?]

Oh, well, if you wish to save me the trouble of giving them to you.

[This is deadpan of the highest caliber. He's also teasing the crap out of you, Perona. Consider it a peace offering of his own. It reflects poorly on him to react so violently to what is in essence Perona being Perona. It's odd, how it would have not annoyed him as much, where she not doing it in public. Annoying things to think of, to be certain.

Stop child making him grow used to her.]

[....Oh my god, he's not kidding. Mihawk really did get her a gift, though Perona really can't imagine the reason - she never exactly thought she was worth much to the Shichibukai. Zoro's the one he's teaching, she's just...well, intruding, really. Even though they've gotten along better over two years, Perona's never expected much in the ways of anything from Mihawk. At least on the "care" level. It'd be just laughable to think they were anything more than coincidental housemates. But anyway, she really doesn't exactly deserve a gift, for the way she acted, even if it was just playful joking. She went too far and she knows it, so...why the gift. Not that she's complaining! In fact, the girl bristles and hunches up her shoulders indignantly.]

No, I want it! [Huff. You're being terribly mean right now...kind of. Nice and mean at the same time. Only Mihawk would be able to pull that off.] If it's meant for me, then it's mine!

[Though, now that she thinks about it...what could he possibly get her that she'd enjoy? H U H...not so sure about this now, though the curiosity is driving her crazy. A gift from Mihawk...what could it be?]

[To be honest, the gift is half a whim, half a token of peace. He's got his reasons to wish to keep Perona in his good graces and vice versa, but mostly he picked what he did - a set of discreet bat-wing earrings - because he'd been looking for a new pair of cufflinks and they reminded him of her. Good enough a gift as any, he supposed.

He's amused by her reaction, expected as it'd been. There's a very soothing quality to Perona's tantrums, probably because Mihawk has never been particularly intimidated by them, and because Perona has always known better than to even try and attack him.]

I suppose that since I have already gotten it, denying you it by now would be pointless.

[Is he teasing? You bet he's teasing. He pulls a small box from a drawer and walks back to her, ready to put it in her hands. And get himself caught under the mistletoe, of course, but he's not paying attention to that one.]

Here. But I staunchly refuse to wish you a Merry Christmas.

[...which he just did. Hush.]

[A scowl is the response to his teasing ways, and Perona even puts her arms over her chest, quietly huffing. Honestly, she gets him a very nice present - one she really searched for to make sure it was the best - and he's just making fun of her! What a terrible man...even if this is a nice thing to come back to. Coming back at all is grand, but returning to witty wordplay and some fun fills a small part of her with a bundle of warmth. It's the familiarity and nostalgia of being back in the castle with him, having these spats, and almost always losing them...hmph!

Though, once he offers up the gift, Perona's pout is easily replaced by curiosity and intrigue again as she takes and opens up the little box.]

A present is better than simple words anyway. Oh--!

[Oh my! Earrings! A-And they look like little bat wings, too, oh gosh. ♥ They're adorable, and they're equally beautiful! What a shimmering color... these would go easily with her gown, so no fussing about with an outfit to match. Ugh, they're perfect! Even if she doesn't exactly feel very deserving of them. Still, a gift from Mihawk is a rare treat, and a nice one like this is to be valued.

Which is probably why Perona closes up the box, holds it to her heart with a giant smile on her face, and all but launches herself at the swordsman. Her arms wind around his waist in a tight hug, and she snuggles right into his chest. Sometimes he really can be a sweetheart, and Perona's reminded that he's really not so bad at all. Those very rare moments, but they're the very best when they appear. It makes coming back even more worthwhile.]

Thank you, Mihawk-sama.

[Welp. This sure is a thing that just happened. Mihawk lets out a soft, resigned sigh, casually dead-eying the wall while Perona gets her sentimentalism out of the way. He was certain something like this would end up happening. Given Perona's temperament, he couldn't really expect any different.

But still.

W E L P.

Nothing left now but wait until she was done being silly. Then he could have a drink of that wine and relax a little.]

[Now, usually Perona doesn't lavish in hugging Mihawk for very long at all - a few seconds to get in a cuddle or two then she's satisfied. This time, however, she lingers just a little bit longer, to enjoy his warmth and presence. She missed the old bastard, even if they butt heads and argue so often. His company's something Perona won't take for granted anymore - not will she take his patience and tolerance of her company for granted either.

But she can't help but laugh when she looks up the older man, looking offensively at the wall. Oh, that's...that's actually kind of cute. She snickers and releases him at last, a pleased and overly satisfied smile blossoming on her lips.]

Horohoro, I'd have thought you'd get used to me hugging you after two years, Mihawk-sama. [But fine, here--she'll smooth out your shirt for you. Heaven forbid it wrinkles.]

[Heaven forbid it wrinkles. You know how fussy he is about clothes. And everything, really.]

Getting used to it would imply it's boring, Perona.

[Or that it has ceased to be unpleasant but he's not trying to rail her up again so he's being almost nice, wording that almost like a compliment.]

Nonetheless--

[He attempts to step back, and finds himself unable to.]

[Don't feed her compliments, Mihawk, you may lose a few fingers. Perona's smile widens some at his words, and she's about to make a soft retort, but she stops. Nevertheless? Nevertheless what? And why's he still so close to her, that's really weird, um--personal space please? Yeah, she's just going to move away and...

...

Oh.

God.

NO.]

[Slowly, and with great hesitation, Perona looks up. Up past Mihawk's face, past the very top of his head, and her worst fears are realized.

There it is, hanging above them, as if quietly cackling from above.

The blasted plant that's caused her so much grief in the span of what, three days? Yeah. Mistletoe.

FHL.]

Nggh...eh...

[WELP.

Never before has Perona wanted so badly to yank Mihawk's necklace off of him and stab herself in the chest before. It will be a noble sacrifice.

Maybe if she's fast enough...]

[Since they're still so close, it's easy to see emotions shifting across her face so quickly. Mihawk narrowed his eyes slightly.]

Perona.

[You know what's going on and you're gonna explain it or so help him god he might get angry at you again.]

It's not my fault! It's that plant!

[Her voice raises to a fevered pitch, like she's on the verge of tears. God damn it! This isn't fair! She came to make peace, and that fucking little plant is messing with her again?! Didn't it cause her enough grief already?! Once again, Perona shrinks under Mihawk's stare, and looks down at the floor to avoid his eyes. Can this just be over? This stupid holiday is really taking its toll on her right now, and Perona's so fucking done with it right now.

When she speaks, it's in a resigned and hushed tone, and she speaks to the floor.]

...That's why we're stuck. Because of that thing a-and it's rule. [She hesitates, and hunches up her shoulders, feeling sick and embarrassed all over again.] If you get caught under it, y-you're stuck...you can't cut or burn or destroy it at all, either. ...You have to wait for someone to give you a kiss. That's how you get free.

[And there you have it. Perona's shoulders sag, and she just stands there quietly. You can kill her if you want, Mihawk, it's totally fine - and she wouldn't object this time around.]

[Mihawk blinks slowly down at her, before turning up to look at the plant in question almost disbelievingly. Finally, he dropped his gaze back to Perona.

And then very slowly arched an eyebrow at her. Really now.]

[Perona's not looking directly at Mihawk, though she can feel his eyes on her. It's unsettling, and she has no idea what he'll say or do. Honestly, she's kind of hoping for some kind of happenchance event that'll either remove her from the scene. Or sudden death. Either would be fine right now - Perona's week has been a complete horrorshow, and not even the good kind that she likes.

She does not want to lock lips with Mihawk. It's just...eugh, it just feels so, s-so wrong! Why does that have to be the only way to get out of this?! Maybe she could escape her body...? Maybe that would work. It'd be weird if he kissed her unconscious, spiritless body (really weird and kind of gross even), but she wouldn't have to feel it herself. That may be a plus. That may work.

Yes, that may work!]

...at the very least, this ridiculous season is at end.

[It's a shame Perona is not looking at him, as she's just missed Mihawk rolling his eyes in annoyance. Luceti, really. RLY. You need to stop finding ways to irritate him. He already despises the holiday as it is.

With a small sigh, he reaches to remove her hat, or at least push it back a little, just enough that he can brush his lips against the grown of her hair. And it damn better work, because he's sure as hell isn't looking forward to kissing her anywhere else.]

[...Whaaat's going on?

Perona blinks in confusion when she feels her hat being removed from her head and peers up to look at her companion.]

[OH MY GO--

WHAT IS--WHAT. MIHAWK-SAMA, PLS. PLS! WATER U DOIN. STAHP.

Perona's eyes widen and her mouth opens to utter any sort of vocalization, but nothing emerges. her voice is caught in her throat out of sheer disbelief. This can't be happening. There is absolutely no way this is happening. It's...no. No, no, no, no. Mihawk would never ever--

.....

It's over quickly, and as sweet and chaste as the kiss was - like being kissed by a parent or beloved guardian - it's still so unexpected. Which is why Perona nearly buckles and turns to take a step away, covering her blazing face completely. And to possibly escape back into her room.

At least it did work.]

[Mihawk watches her go with a sound of amusement, still holding onto her hat. Well. He'll enjoy his wine, then, while she has her tantrum. They can always talk when she invariably comes to pick up her hat.

Honestly, that girl.]

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you're killing me, Fi. 8|

Exactly as planned.

/HUFFS

/Naga laugh

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