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Open Mistletoe Shenanigans

Suddenly there's mistletoe above you! And someone is stuck under you! And neither one of you can move until you kiss! Shenanigans abound, basically.
I'll be throwing in my muses so feel free to tag them, or leave blank comments with people you want to play and I will give them people! There are no rules here, only fun and silly holiday kissing.
Enjoy!!!
Rebekah Mikaelson | OTA
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Rebekah.
She met Rebekah the first time right after she died. When she was trying to find her place in the world and who she was supposed to be in it. She became her princess. Her purpose. And while she knows that some of the things she and Rebekah did together were terrible, being with her felt right. She wants to try and find that feeling again.
When she finds her in the party, she strides through the room with a purpose, only one thing on her mind. She glances up to the mistletoe above her, taking a few steps in before bringing her in for a soft kiss.
If she was talking to anyone, she really doesn't care. Whoops.]
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She doesn't expect to see Tamsin again so soon -- they periodically find one another through the years, as immortal beings tend to -- but it's often a while between sightings.
Still she doesn't complain when the other woman finds her underneath the mistletoe -- nor does she find her when she presses her lips against hers. She's always had a soft spot for Tamsin, the one person who had tried to rescue her. Her prince.
She had been talking to Elijah but he'll just have to wait. Oops.]
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Elijah.
[He'll return that with a nod of his own.]
Tamsin.
[There is a beat, before ... ]
I believe I will get myself another drink. Rebekah?
[The question is "Do you want one?" not "Are you coming?", for the record.]
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Allison Argent | OTA
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That's all Sam's got right now. That's all Sam can really think about right now. Because if he lets his mind wander beyond the fact that his brother is an enormous douchebag, he'll start freaking out about the fact that he is stuck under magical mistletoe with Allison Argent and mild annoyance might turn into something more along the lines of something a lot more awkward and uncomfortable and in danger of regressing him back to that scrawny college boy she knew all that time ago.
Allison and Lydia had been passing through, stopping at the bunker to check up on some of the lore of a monster they're tracking, when a sudden snowstorm showed up to keep them off the road a little while longer. Add in a little booze, Dean messing around with some of the magical artifacts in the Man of Letters collection and Sam being an easy mark, and Sam and Allison find themselves very, very stuck.
He has a feeling he knows how to get out of it. He just doesn't want to actually say it. So, instead, he'll do the thing that is his lot in life: apologizing for Dean Winchester. "I'm so sorry."
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Considering Allison's known a few people who have gotten poisoned by mistletoe she can't say she's exactly fond of the stuff. And yet here she is stuck underneath a magical version of it. Lovely. Of course, she's not totally complaining -- she has a feeling she knows how to get out of it too. But if she was going to kiss Sam again she'd want it to because it was something they both wanted. Not just an attempt for freedom.
"It's not your fault," She assures him with an awkward sort of smile.
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Tyler Lockwood | OTA
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It's not that Bo doesn't enjoy Yule. She does. It's very important holiday full of lots of booze which is one of her favorite things. But Hale's Christmas gags left scattered throughout the house are starting to get on her last nerve. She's been stuck under this particular batch of magical mistletoe for almost twenty minutes trying to find some kind of loophole to the whole thing, but so far, no luck. She's even gone so far as to outline the radius that she seems to have to keep to until someone releases the spell.
At least she's not stuck frozen in one place. She can move as she sees fit. She is starting to get bored, however. Her ears perk up a bit when she hears footsteps coming through the front door, and she shouts out towards the rest of the house. "Anybody there?"
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"What's wrong?"
He has yet to realize this mistletoe is magical.
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Davina Claire | OTA
Spencer Hastings | OTA
Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano | OTA
Bulma Briefs | OTA
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You did something to keep me here; what is it?
[ clearly, if something's somehow interfering with his saiyan strength, she's the culprit. obviously. ]
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I didn't do anything, you think I want to be stuck here with you?
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Usagi Tsukino | OTA
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Now is an opportunity to do something he may never get the chance to do again. It's why he's reaching out to grab her arm as she turns to leave—
"Wait."
—and pulls her back towards him, directly into his kiss.
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Which is why it only takes moments before she starts kissing him back, her eyes fluttering shut as she does so. She wraps her arms around his neck without second thought as she sinks into it.
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Jessica Hamby | OTA
Cordelia Chase | OTA
Lilah Morgan | OTA
Katara | OTA
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[ plants were water, couldn't she just bend the thing away from them if it was so intent on keeping them in place??? ]
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