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[eat_me_beat_me]

[Those nutcrackers are creepy enough but Nora's decided to try to mix things up a bit. So she's been wandering around the castle with some paints and markers in her shoulder bag and has been busy repainting the little suckers. She's done very well so far waiting until no one else is standing near them before darting in and making her little changes. Some of them have been repainted more extravagantly than others. Some just had the additions of blackened out teeth and goofy glasses painted on whereas others may be painted to look like other residents or to look like they were standing stark naked with a strategically placed bit of mistletoe.

She softly sings Christmas carols to herself as she works, wiping paint covered hands on her skirt. It's not spray painting the walls but vandalism is still a blast.]

((ooc: Open for kisses or anything. She's got a boyfriend so let's keep these kisses friendly. Feel free to hear her singing carols over the journal, too. She can be found anywhere in the castle that takes your fancy))

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[silentrunning]

[Chell happens to be wandering through the lobby when she notices her friend...And a nutcracker. Ohhh shite. That fluttery feeling...

But hey. Might as well join the fun. Walking over, she kisses Nora on the cheek, to hopefully nullify the effect of the nutcracker... before speaking]

"Stupid nutcrackers...Sorry Nora. What are you doing? Can I help?"

[She chuckles at the nearest strategically placed bit of mistletoe...]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora laughs as Chell kisses her cheek. Well that's one way to get around the forced smooches. She holds out her bag of art supplies]

I thought I'd make these things a little less creepy looking. Wanna help?

[silentrunning]

[Why yes she does! Very much. She snags a nutcracker and humming softly to herself, she goes to work, occasionally catching in on Nora's Christmas carols, though she doesn't know what a Christmas carol is and is only humming the melody. This is going to be fun!

A minute later, she grins widely and holds up the modified nutcracker. He's taken on the appearance of a cat. Pointy ears, whiskers and a tail. Though it's a little crude, and the eyes could use some work, you can definitely tell what it's supposed to be. Chell's been practicing.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She grins right back when she sees it]

I love it! Maybe you should give it gold eyes, too, with those slitted pupils like cats have. Give it the full package.

[silentrunning]

[Chell grins, finds a gold marker and carefully, precisely draws in the eyes. They are gold and slitty and definitely catlike.]

"There! Much better."

[eat_me_beat_me]

[she cackles with laughter]

You should keep it for Halloween next year... Assuming the kissing magic wears off...

Trooooooooolliiiing!

[silentrunning]

[Chell grins, holding up the still-slightly-damp nutcracker]

"I dub thee... Kiss!"

[She says dramatically, quoting the naming practice she's found in some book or other.]

[Then she picks up another nutcracker, and caaaarefully paints it to be wearing the exact outfit Nora's wearing that day and gives it her hair and eyes. CONGRATULATIONS! It's a Noracracker!]

hahahahaha yessss!

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She cracks up, grin splitting from ear to ear.]

Oh man that's awesome!

Re: hahahahaha yessss!

[silentrunning]

[Not as awesome as what's about to happen... Chell picks up yet a third nutcracker. She's practically giggling as she paints this one and when she's done, she sets it down facing the Nora-cracker...And if Nora chanced to look? Well, it's a Mark nutcracker. Complete with glasses.]

"I couldn't have a Nora nutcracker without a Mark nutcracker."

[She says simply.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She practically cackles with laughter, hopping up and down with glee as she looks at the pair]

Oh I'm so keeping these. These are getting, like, a place of fucking honor in my room.

[silentrunning]

[Chell chortles.]

"Are you going to torment Mark with that? Am I going to wake up and hear over the journals some morning you going "Heeyyyyy Mark! Chell made a nutcracker of youuuuuu!"

[She's practically cackling at the mental image of that, and so so proud of the fact the Mark and Noracrackers get a place of honour.]

[wilder]

[And Zelos was wandering around when he sees her fiddling with a nutcracker. He'll approach, not really caring if they work their magic or not]

Hello, my dearest Norah! What are you up to?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She looks over her shoulder at him, a smear of red paint on her cheek. She raises an eyebrow, eying him as he gets closer. What are YOU doing, Zelos?]

Thought I'd make these things look a little less creepy and liven up the place a bit. How 'bout you?

[wilder]

Good luck with that, I think their entire purpose is to look creepy.

[He shrugs]

Oh nothing much. People are hiding out, so there's not a lot to do.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah. That's what I've been telling everyone who asks what these things are. They're just creepy decorations that don't actually do anything. [She shrugs] But if the castle's gonna force 'em on us I'm not going to miss an opportunity to screw with 'em.

[She turns to face him more properly] That's because they're trying to avoid being kissed by people they don't want to. [she shrugs] The whole thing's stupid if you ask me.

[wilder]

Not even crack nuts? [THEN WHATS THE POINT] I look forward to seeing your finished products, heh.

I know they are, and it's making me work harder to win that contest. [A SIGH] I don't really get what the big deal is.

[eat_me_beat_me]

most of them don't, no. They'd break. [She grins and steps to one side, revealing one finished nutcracker standing next to the one she'd been working on]

They're all over the place.

[She opens her mouth to continue before realizing what he'd just said] Wait... contest?

[wilder]

That's lame. [But he'll admire those nutcrackers with a whistle] Nicely done!

Huh? Oh, there's a contest that whoever kisses the most people gets free alcohol.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Her eyebrows shoot up and she takes a step back. She's onto you, Zelos.]

Waaaait so is that why you were making out with my boyfriend?

[wilder]

[he snickers]

Please, like that was making out.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh come on, you're saying Mark's not a good kisser? [She laughs] You should've heard him confessing about it.

[wilder]

Eh, I've had worse I guess.

[He snort] He confessed? How did that go?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She sticks out her tongue at him]

Smartass. And yeah he did. He kinda rattled off everyone he'd gotten a kiss from. His face was so red I thought he'd start glowing.

[wilder]

[he laughs] That is so cute.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She smiles] Yeah. [Sorry, Mark. You totally are.]

[Her smile turns into a mischievous smirk.] so. In this contest. How many are you up to?

[wilder]

Hmmm, lemme see...I think I'm at about 20 points now.

[eat_me_beat_me]

A point a kiss? [her eyes widen.]

[wilder]

Well, one point for kiss, two for oral and three for full out sex.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[her eyes get wide and she laughs.] Zelos you slut!

[She cares, really.]

[wilder]

- Hey!

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She snorts]

Oh so all 20 points are from kisses?

[wilder]

[He'll shrug the offense off]

Hmmmm...think I'll leave that up to you to imagine.

[eat_me_beat_me]

You sure? I have a pretty vivid imagination.

[wilder]

Sure. It'd take a very vivid imagination to beat some of imaginations back home.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She shoots him a wicked smirk, grasping her hands behind her back and leaning forward a little.]

Do you know what Mark used to call me? Back when I was just writing letters on red paper to Happy Harry Hard On? Before we knew who the other really was? [She pauses, enunciating each word.] The eat me beat me lady.

[wilder]

[he snorts]

The Eat Me Beat Me Lady?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She nods]

Yeah. From one of the poems I wrote him.

[wilder]

So...what? Was it some food and BDSM kink poe?

Yay headcanon

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Her voice drops as she recites the poem from memory]

your voice cuts me
vinyl blade slicing through sinew and bone
severing dead and useless flesh and tissue
leaving me naked and raw
ready to be rebuilt, remade.
I'm a captive.
Body, mind, heart, soul sit frozen
breath held
waiting for the rapture
waiting to be used, abused, tortured and cherished
all in one breath
eat me, beat me, love me, hate me,
I'm yours
until you throw me away like another used tissue.

woo headcanon!

[wilder]

[He listens]

...Whoa.

Love poems in your world sure are different than mine.

\o/

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She grins]

It's not really a love poem. I didn't know him, yet. He was still Happy Harry Hard-On. Of course I figured out who he was not too long after he read that poem on the air.

[wilder]

Oh? So why'd you write it?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Because he was a mystery and I was interested.

[She smiles and starts walking a circle around Zelos, not even paying attention to where the nutcrackers are anymore.]

It was kind of a game. Plus, it was hot hearing him read it.