250 people rebelled against Moses

[onlyanapple]

[It has taken a trek up to the castle, and a day's worth of people watching, but Crowley has finally figured out what's causing the Christmas kissing, and as such, feels it's time to carry on his sacred duty to the castle at large.

He sits in a chair in the lobby, idly twisting a sprig of mistletoe between his thumb and forefinger. His journal open on the table beside him, he idly dictates into it]

Well, well, my dear fellow residents. It's that time of year again. As some of you may have noticed, there is a lot of unwilling lip locking going on. This is regular, and pointless to fight. Might as well ride it out until it's done.

Every year, I pose a little challenge, open to anyone who wants to play. Whoever gets the most kisses during this interesting little season gets a basket of alcohol of their choice, and bragging rights for the rest of the year. Anything you manage to get beyond a kiss, willingly mind you, earns you double points.

So...who's game?

[[ooc: Open for planned and unplanned kissing]]

Comments

Dictated

[putuporshutup]

Do you even need to ask?

forever!

[onlyanapple]

Thought as much. Good luck, not that you need it.

Dictated

[babyaliendaddy]

Consider it fucking brought, sir.

forever!

[onlyanapple]

Excellent. I expect to see a good turn up this year.

[Written]

[ofthursday]

I'm not certain alcohol is worth that.

Dictated forever

[onlyanapple]

[He recognises the handwriting and instantly he feels a stab in his heart. Damn this place for making him have feelings. Still, he keeps his tone light, even if the feeling isn't really there]

You never know, you might enjoy it.

[dog_eat_dog]

So do those of us retaliating against sexual assault get "points" too, or is it just the lip rapists who get to play?

[onlyanapple]

Lip rapists? That's the first time I've heard that one. I wasn't aware a person's lips needed to be protected so.

Besides, Miss Placard, unless you avoid the decorations completely, you're going to get kissed anyway. That's just how the castle works. Might as well have some fun with the game it inflicts on us.

dictated

[lord_wizard]

I was beginning to wonder if you'd bring it up at all.

forever!

[onlyanapple]

Come on now, would I ever let you down?

[footnote]

[Definitely unplanned incoming...

Ignorance is bliss, or so the old saying goes, but that's not always true. Ignorance is never bliss when it comes to things like a winning lottery ticket forgotten in a drawer somewhere or, for example, knowing that your demon associate that is not quite a friend but is really a friend is waiting around the next corner with mistletoe.

Magic mistletoe.

By the time he realises his mistake, he's already within range and feeling the tug of the irritating little Christmas plant. Really, there's only one thing to say as he struggles to keep from stepping forwards.]

Blast!

[onlyanapple]

[Oh bollocks he forgot to tell Aziraphale. How could he forget to tell Aziraphale?

Crowley tries to back away the second he hears the angel's voice, but it's too late, the magic is already working]

What the balls are you doing walking around when the decorations are up?

[Romantic words indeed as he steps over]

[dgaf]

Are we going by bases?

[onlyanapple]

That's exactly right.

[i_got_this]

Where are you?

[It's been a while since she's been to the castle, and with all honesty she'd pretty much forgotten about this portion of the holidays. Doesn't take much to jog her memory, though, and after a quick glance around the house to find Crowley not there when she heard his entry, she's throwing on a coat and shoes with the intentions of claiming her first victim.]

[onlyanapple]

I'm sitting in the lobby. [Ah, the lobby. Good memories for the both of them]

[teenagebadboy]

What are you going on about?

[onlyanapple]

You haven't noticed yet?

Oh, please, don't let me spoil your surprise.

action;

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ Running into Crowley after his little announcement wasn't all that difficult to believe. Between him and Felix, he was well aware of this little game that happened every year. He had never actively participated, but he admitted he had never actively gone out of his way to avoid it either.

Dressed in red and gold today, two jingle bells woven into his hair, he settled in the chair beside Crowley, eyeing the mistle toe. ]</sub>

How many people actually play every year?

forever!

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley flashes him a smirk]

It grows year by year. Like a snowball.

Action Forever

[rose_of_battle]

[He had done better than Sheena at figuring this out. She'd been in the castle for a while, and still had no clue what was causing the "Seasonal Kissing". Maybe it would have helped if she had been focused a little higher in her search, but she had remained at the level the nutcrackers had been displayed. She knows they're not behind it this year, but maybe something similar?

Like that guy in the red suit figure? But there are so many versions of him, she had no idea which one to eliminate. Like those deer. Eight? Nine if you include the one with a flashlight for a nose. And all their versions.

Right now, she's entertaining the thought that the string of lights may be behind it, but the consequences of THAT being the case is just so mind-boggling that the young ninja needs to sit down.

And she does--in a chair next to Crowley--while rubbing her temples.]

[ooc: She has no idea about Mistletoe and its traditions. :D]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley turns his head in her direction, flashing her a sly smirk]

You look tired.

Dictated

[sugarwaffo]

[An alarmingly young and excited voice gasps.]

A kissing challenge! Can I play?

[Sugar isn't 100% sure what all the lights and decorations are about, but kissing is always good!]

Dictated

[onlyanapple]

[Kind of young but...hey Crowley isn't one to judge]

Certainly. Knock yourself out.

action

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel has done a pretty good job of avoiding the mistletoe so far; like Crowley, she had done a bit of people-watching to figure out the source of this mess. And it's easier this year, since the darn things don't move around on their own.

What she wasn't expecting (but should have been expecting, honestly) was people moving them around for their own purposes. She's made her way into the lobby with a mug of tea and is about halfway through the room when she comes within range of Crowley's little sprig of mistletoe.

She stops, recognizing the feeling of the magic and shoots Crowley a decidedly annoyed look.]

Do you never tire of this?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's grin widens as he realises who has been ensnared by his trap, standing in a fluid motion]

Never, Gladdy. It's too much fun.