❄ I just wanna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe ... [sisi voice] A Jingle Mingle

[alittlefuninstead]

Wherever you are, whoever you are, you'll likely find yourself blinking one moment and teleporting in a flurry of snowflakes the next. Luckily for you, there's no murder this time! (Probably.)

Rather, you'll hear Christmas carols aplenty as you approach a winter castle, snow lightly falling and various paths leading to gardens filled with still-blooming flowers (how.) and lit topiary displays.

Upon entering the castle, you'll find it's brightly lit and decorated...welcome to the party! Frost lightly dusts the walls and some nearby surfaces and guests will find there are halls and floors aplenty to explore. There are rooms filled with plush chairs and fireplaces for those looking for something cozier, rooms filled with all kinds of games and toys, and naturally there's a large ballroom prime for dancing. Spread through you'll find tables of snacks, full-course meals, drinks, desserts, and even champagne towers. Are you looking for something specific? Simply ask a member of the staff. Watch your step though! Their assistants really are doing their best to help, and the jingling bell may be too faint to hear if you aren't paying attention.

It seems as though you've all been invited to a wonderful holiday party for no reason at all...but there is one thing amiss...or, should I say...amistletoe?

Pinned up on every doorway is a sprig of fresh mistletoe, decorated with bright red bows and dustings of frost. And sure, perhaps it's easy just to avoid the doorways if you want to be a spoilsport. But should you avoid it for too long, it will seem as though the mistletoe is following you, almost as if some asshole is hiding out and purposefully trailing behind to keep it dangling over your head.

Oh. And did I mention you can't leave the castle grounds until you play along? Pucker up.

[ooc: this can be any past murdergame characters y'all, go nuts.

for clarity sake, this includes characters from: reapsody, grimmoired, plasmatio, subdivided, thotordie, bluesclues, tropicalgetaway, notagain, and redactable!

edit: and by popular demand any of you from the above games can also bring your yuggoths and your tikirobos. The Robowests were in CRAU and therefore don't count goodbye.]

Comments

[antaressnipe]

I do not know; it hasn't happened yet.

[Is his head tilted a little, to better line up with Hansa's face? Yes -- but his eyes remain open and faintly teasing all the while, not even commenting on how his hair is being played with]

I do suggest you hurry, though, before the mistletoe wears off.

[He says knowing damn well the mistletoe has so little to do with this mess]

[robopriest]

For us? Mistletoe is indefinite.

[He chuckles lightly, leaning forward, nose brushing against the other's.]

I don't need a little sprig of a plant to get what we both want.

[antaressnipe]

[He

really should rethink doing this in public, frankly, PLEASE CHILDREN LOOK AWAY FROM HORSE DAD BEING EXTRA--

But at no point does he consider retreat, either, not when he is too invested in this little spar of theirs. To think he'd be so trapped by his own competitive streak...]

And what, exactly, is it that we both want right now, Hansa?

[His voice a warm murmur as his smile ticks up a notch, he is still not gonna move an inch even as his eyes dance]

[robopriest]

That is the question, isn't it?

[This is. Seriously not what anyone should be looking at. Avert your eyes, everyone. You're witnessing olympic level competitive flirt? fighting???]

[That being said, Hansa's low voice is like a purr as he leans forward, his lips against the corner of the man's lips, only briefly touching, like a hint of a kiss.]

I think you're smart enough to guess, hm.

[antaressnipe]

[Well it would certainly ruin the game if he turned his head away; Chiron's eyes flutter closed briefly, humming in response when he feels lips brush his, but on Zeus he will drag this out until the olympic medal is his.

Alex PLEASE get your dumb boyfriends, I'm begging]

No, I'm afraid I will require a hint at this rate.

[His hand will trail up, however, playfully finding purchase in Hansa's shirt and hooking a finger over the collar]

[chanteuser]

[ she's sipping champagne somewhere in the background.

absolutely not, she's enjoying the show. ]

[antaressnipe]

[She's gonna be watching for a while]

[chanteuser]

[ it's fine. go back to being dumb jocks. ]

[robopriest]

You? A hint? And here I thought you were knowledgable about so much. Are you holding out on me?

[This is so stupid. And yet Hansa grins, now moving to lightly press his lips against the other's cheek. His hand moves up to run a thumb over the man's ear.]

I'm giving you all the hints in the world. Open your eyes.

[antaressnipe]

["Open your eyes"

Nah.

Listen. He can play this game for as long as necessary even if Hansa is being distracting with that hand. Though Chiron will be benevolent in his own way and not leave all of the work on the cyborg's end: the finger hooked in Hansa's shirt tugs at him just enough that he can lean up and brush his own lips against the other's cheek]

Not at all; I just prefer more concrete examples.

[robopriest]

Hm. Don't play coy. You should just let yourself relax. I'll treat you right.

[The lips on his cheek make him let out a short sigh. Despite this just really being a fight of who can beat who at their game...its nice. Getting attention like this is nice.]

[He takes the man's ear between his fingers to gently rub at it as he returns that cheek kiss with a slight peck to the tip of his nose.]