Eigthteenth Snowflake

[sugarwaffo]

[Sugar is clinging to one of the mistletoe sprigs in the doorway to the lobby. She hasn't realized it's magical properties yet, but it seemed like a good vantage point to look for people to kiss. Yup, this fairy is yet another contestant in that kissing game... but for entirely different reasons. (Really though, any excuse to kiss people is a good excuse.)

She admires the lobby's decorations from her hiding place, bouncing up and down excitedly. It's taking all her willpower not to investigate everything right now.]

Everything is so twinkly now! The tree that grew in the lobby is twinkly, the halls are twinkly... I bet I could find hundreds of twinkles!

Oh! And a snow fairy visited yesterday!! Isn't that great?

[You'd think someone who was able to make her own snow would be less excited. But nope; she's just as excited as any kid would be.]

((OCC: Action or journal. Open for kisses! Fair warning: she'll be trying to kiss most people, magical mistletoe or not. If you don't want your character to be kissed/kiss her back, they can dodge her and the mistletoe. Or push her away. She's super small; evading shouldn't be too hard.))

Comments

Ok, yes, couldn't resist this one for its innocence

[toobravehearted]

[The Doctor has heard all about what's going on lately. Peering into the lobby from the stairs he looks around to see if the coast is clear. Really, it's quite ridiculous and he chastises himself for it. Here's the same man that's stepped up to Daleks, Cybermen, Vampires and thumbed his nose at them, now reduced to slinking along corridors trying to avoid... This! Muttering to himself about how silly it all is, he mentally stamps his foot and strides across the lobby.

Except he comes to a stop when he hears a voice. He doesn't immediately see anyone.]

Twinklies? Oh! I'm sure there's one or two. Who's there?

Good >:3

[sugarwaffo]

[Ah ha! A target! She watches closely, waiting to see if he'll come closer or if she'll have to go to him.]

Not twinklies. Twinkles! [Childish giggling fills the air.] It's Sugar!

[toobravehearted]

[Stock still for a moment, looking around and seeing no one, he then turns back the way he came, trying to pin-point the voice.]

Yes, yes of course. How silly of me. Twinklies and twinkles are entirely different things and it's nigh a travesty to confuse them. So sorry about that. I'm not sure Twinkles are sugar though. Well, they could be. It's a good name for a sweet. Who and where are you?

[sugarwaffo]

No! Sugar isn't a twinkle. I am Sugar!

I'm right over here!

[And that's all the warning he's going to get before a tiny snow fairy suddenly flies down from the mistletoe, aiming for his face. What do? What do?]

[toobravehearted]

[The Doctor sees the movement from the corner of his eye and his head turns around and up...] Good grief. Hello. I'm the--

[It's the smallest kiss he's ever had, but a kiss it is. Kissed by something not even five inches high. That flies.]

--Doctor. Hm. Hello. Oh dear. [Against his better judgement and powered by mistletoe, he holds out his hand for the, um, young girl to alight on if she'd be so kind.] Would you, ah...