Miracle on Luceti Street.

[lucetimods]

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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[sugarglitch]

"Uh-huh... Well, that's really nice of ya. Thanks, I think!" She grinned brightly and took a step towards him - except she dissolves into a flash of blue midstep, only to reappear on his shoulder.

"Here," She leaned over and gave him a quick, noisy smack on the top of his head. "That's for bein' nice, Carrot-top."

[dragmire]

Ganondorf noticed rather immediately that he was no longer trapped. Well then. He had been surprised by her sudden movement. Clearly this girl was more than he had first thought.

"I prefer Ganondorf."

[sugarglitch]

It's a mouthful of a name that she had to try to sound it out. "Ganondorf," She frowned, nose scrunching up. "Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it? I think I'll stick to Carrot-top, big guy."

She hopped off his shoulder, landing neatly on the ground behind him.

[dragmire]

For a moment, he was gripped with the urge to simple squeeze the life out of her. Crush her and be done with her. Little held him back from this other than the knowledge that she would revive and make his crime known to all.

He forced a small but unpleasant smile. "... if that is what you desire."