mistleglow: a winter kiss meme

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mistleglow: a winter kiss meme.

The month of December has been a cold one in Anchor, with the bots working hard to bring a little winter joy to the city. This year, there's a little extra surprise - the bots welcome the participation of the nanites, who are able to join in with the winter holiday protocols for the first time in a long time following their long imprisonment.

And what are the nanites doing? Well...this winter wonderland has been missing a conspicuous offender: the mistletoe. That's where the nanites come in...

▶ The nanites will be floating around in little swarms, lit up bright with various colors, and when they run into any sentient creature, they will enclose them in a harmless invisible shield with a radius of approximately three feet by three feet. Once the characters are entrapped, they'll be stuck for exactly one hour...unless they kiss!

▶ There is no compulsion to kiss, and characters are welcome to just wait out the hour and hope they're stuck with a good conversationalist, but if they want to get on their way, they'll have to kiss their fellow captive, in a specific way depending on the color of the nanite swarm that's trapped them.

▶ The bots will be helping by helpfully informing any trapped characters they need to kiss as they pass by. They won't say what kind of kiss because that would make it too easy. But at least now you know, right?

▶ This meme can be counted as game canon and used for AC if threads continue into January (don't forget: December is check-in only) if both parties wish. Characters who are not in the game are welcome, and threads from this meme can also count for application samples! Come join us!

▶ How to Participate: Just post a top-level detailing the types of kisses you're interested in, and then tag around to other people's top-levels.

▶ Kiss Type Legend:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

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[tenuefarfalla]

Running has been a refuge lately. More so than usual. It's something in her control - even if she can't fight, maybe she can get away. Not to mention, it's occasionally exhausting enough to let her get an hour or two of good sleep before the dreams come. No way to live, but a way to survive.

Ideally, she would be a purple and teal blur speeding past Scaramouche. Not today, though. Nanites have other plans. And apparently now they can form the barrier on one side only and then grab you once you run into it. Or maybe she really does just have horrible timing and even worse luck.

It's like with Onni, but so much worse. She's running this time, so it's not a discombobulated moment of being knocked back a step by something she can't see. She slams into the barrier, hard enough to knock the breath from her and bounce her back, off of her feet entirely, and into the other side of hard unforgiving nanite... whatever it is. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Why did she get out of bed today?

[numerouno]

Scaramouche looks completely affronted by the obstruction. His eyes rove over the shield, craning his neck to look at the way it domes above him. He turns around to see someone lying at his feet.

"Okay babe, let's make it snappy. Give me your hand."

He makes a beckoning motion with his own. He doesn't bend down to offer it to her; he just waits for her to pull herself together and do what he said.

[tenuefarfalla]

Cho comes to a wrong assumption that he's asking for it so that he can help her to her feet, that something specifically about her in a heap at his feet is what's setting him on edge. So she reaches up obediently. However, with Scaramouch'e height, and Cho's severe lack of it, she can not reach high enough to give him the ability to kiss her hand easily. She barely manages to reach high enough for him to grab it, never mind beyond that.

[numerouno]

After a moment, Scaramouche looks down to see a hand reaching toward him. He rolls his eyes. Crouching to the floor, his features flattening out with impatience, he clasps his hand around her wrist, giving it a tug as he starts to make the gradual ascent to his full height, silently urging her to follow suit and stand up with him.

If she doesn't find her legs soon, he's going to keep lifting her up by that arm until he's done it for her.

[tenuefarfalla]

She's still a little rattled, and he's not waiting for her to get her feet underneath her, but she manages it - though probably a bit slower than he'd like. A firm grip on his wrist with her free hand makes it a little easier, and once she's up, she's able to lean against that invisible barrier, which helps. The world still feels a little off balance, and she's sure it'll take a bit for it to settle, but she's not injured. Not really. Her tailbone is a little sore, but nothing is broken, which is good. She's not sure how she would mentally handle the restricted mobility of a cast right now.

"Thank you. I... wasn't expecting that." Which is probably the understatement of the century. "I'm Cho. Takahashi." She's seen him around. He's up at night while she is, roaming hallways, though he's never come to a communal meal, which is how she meets most people here. There's a little flutter of panic in response to a metal man towering over her, but she manages to smash it down. This isn't the same, barring the surface similarities. Not at all. She's fine. This will be fine.

[numerouno]

Scaramouche releases her once he's sure she isn't about to topple over and waste more of his time; she's got the barrier to keep her steady now.

He's seen Cho around, too. But he isn't interested in having this conversation.

"Yeah. Do me a favor, babe." His hand is out again, an empty, open palm wordlessly inviting her to place her own in it. He gives her a playful smile. "Shake a leg, will ya?"