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

[skelebro]

Got in a little, uh, spat with my roomies. All 'cause I might'a forgot to mention that I may have switched all the ketchup in the house for hot sauce.

[A completely and utterly innocent misunderstanding! That's all it was!]

[survivorsguilt]

Augh, that's nasty.

[She shoots a faux look of disgust at Sans, tongue stuck out and eyes all screwed up.]

Didn't know you were capable of such evil. Suddenly the bed thing sounds reasonable.

[skelebro]

A complete accident, I tell you.

[Ain't like he was expecting retaliation on their collective end.]

I swear, we couldn't trust the food in that house for weeks.

[survivorsguilt]

You know, you're doing a good job of convincing me I was right about that alone thing.

[Maybe the words are concerning, but it's clear she means them lightheartedly, not seriously.]

[skelebro]

Hey, what's a few harmless japes between roomies? Passes the time, don't it?

[But it's paired with a chuckle.]

Well, just so it's out there - you ever need a couch to crash on, you're free to stop on by. Can't guarantee the place won't be smokin' like a crater half the time.

[In a stage confidential undertone, he adds:] Undyne likes to try her hand at cookin'. Emphasis on "try."

[survivorsguilt]

Hooooo, boy. That bad, huh?

[She laughs, but quickly after grows solemn. What's up with people here? Being all nice and shit.]

Mm. But, uh. Thanks. For the offer.

[skelebro]

Hey, 's open whenever. Free couch crashing and a show if Undyne feels up to cookin' something special.

[He grins, lazily, but the offer's genuine. People come and go from House Number Three anyway. No reason to stop that now, right?]