Event Log: Kissmas

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Kissmas event!
Where: All around the city
When: February 14th-February 20th
Warnings: Kissing! Ew! Snow! Fun! Ugly sweaters! Somewhere in between!

Thanks to Conner's meddling, Delight has decided that it's high time for another of her events- and this one has a bit of a romantic twist, so at least it's, uh, sort of holiday appropriate!

On the morning of the fourteenth, everyone will wake up to a fresh pile of snow on the ground. Unlike Fear's event a year and change ago, this snow is powdery and light and festive- though still definitely a bit cold! To help counterbalance this, there are also plenty of ugly sweaters stocked in various buildings to keep you warm.

In addition, some various sprigs of mistletoe will start appearing over random thresholds. These won't be limited to public places, however- you may find a few of them in your own home! Any two people (at some discretion of course) who find themselves underneath it will experience a strong desire to kiss one another- be it a platonic peck on the lips or something a bit more intimate. The compulsions can be resisted and laughed off of course, but that's no fun at all!

But the fun can't last forever! Extended Kissmas ends on the twentieth, and while the snow and mistletoe will disappear, our memories and ugly sweaters will linger on forever!

► This log covers February 14th-February 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you get, uh, smooched to death, then let us know here!

Comments

[war_itself]

When Quill steps out of her house this morning, she thinks for a moment that the city has been covered in some kind of illusory sand again. But the sharp chill in the air and an ill-advised step of her heels into the icy substance disabuses her of that notion. Right, snow, she'd seen this stuff on television, though she hadn't been on Earth long enough to experience the associated season. Colder than it looks, and changes its state real fast, as she finds out with a frown when she scoops up a handful.

And there comes Ahsoka wandering by, just in time to see her involuntary shivering and holding melting sludge in her hand like an imbecile. Her dark skin and attractive stripes are especially vibrant against the white background and it's not really helping Quill look less daft, staring at her. Wait, hang on, are those... cats? Wearable cats? This has to be an affront to someone's dignity, but Quill can't quite decide whose just now. And somehow she'd much rather pet it. Which is ridiculous, of course, so she belatedly drops the snow and musters a dubious expression instead. "Did a charity shop for spinster grannies fall through the Door?"

[fulcra]

And just like that, Ahsoka's face goes from bright to see Quill to frowning in confusion. She's been enjoying not only the snow and mistletoe but her new sweater and now it's apparently being insulted. At least, she thinks that's whats going on. It can be hard to tell sometimes, especially with Quill.

"What?" Ahsoka asks, pulling the bottom of the cardigan away from herself as she looks down at it. "I think this is cute."

[war_itself]

And there goes Ahsoka being all heartfelt again, it would make her quills stand on end if she still had any. And why does she suddenly feel a pang of something like regret for being so harsh? What nonsense, Ahsoka can defend herself perfectly well if she was actually hurt.

"Oh it's cute alright," she agrees with a grimace halfway between contrite and pitying. "Seriously, which god is giving you the compulsion to wear this?"

[fulcra]

"None of them! I chose it."

Although to be fair, Ahsoka realizes, she may not know that there's not some godly compulsion behind how much she's enjoying it. Usually she can, to some degree, but this feels like a genuine choice.

[war_itself]

Well if anything, it takes guts to unironically wear a bunch of cartoon cats. Or a complete lack of concern for other people's opinions, which is something Quill can approve of. Her look of pity softens a little and she sighs as though forgiving Ahsoka for simply not knowing better.

"For what it's worth, there's probably a niche on the human internet where they'd worship you as a meme queen or something," she shrugs, but the motion dislodges another uncomfortable shiver. At least that thing must be warm, she grouses internally with a sort of physical longing.