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!

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[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.]

Miracle on Luceti Street.

/Naga laugh

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