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Dairine has learned a lot about the island in her six years living on it. For instance, mistletoe and December. Ever since a couple of embarrassing incidents better left forgotten, she's got the hang of avoiding it, even when it sometimes meant climbing out of windows or edging right up against the wall.
This year, though, the freaking stuff has learned to move. It migrates. Sometimes it seems like it's chasing her.
This is one of those times, because otherwise, what would a spring of mistletoe be doing lying in wait between the laundry and machine rooms? It's not exactly a heavily-travelled passage. The laundry room itself, sure, but it's not like anybody's making a lot of trips into storage.
So Dairine is stuck in the doorway--has been stuck there for a good ten minutes--and there's nobody around. If she were really a Jedi, or still a wizard, she is convinced she could get out of this. But as it stands, not slicing the mistletoe, tugging on it, or even swinging from it manage to get her out from under it. This stupid magic is annoying enough when it's in the middle of the rec room where there are people passing by every other minute--half the time you don't really want to kiss whoever it is you run into, but it's one of those things most people have come to realise is just going to be a part of living on the island in winter. You do it, you grumble, you get on with your day.
Dairine would really like to get on with her day. Mortified, uncomfortable, and getting more pissed off by the second, she takes a breath and yells. "Hello!"
[Mwahahaha! Dari usually avoids these. Somebody (maybe more than one somebody) come rescue her--she'll be embarrassed, but I will be amused.]
This year, though, the freaking stuff has learned to move. It migrates. Sometimes it seems like it's chasing her.
This is one of those times, because otherwise, what would a spring of mistletoe be doing lying in wait between the laundry and machine rooms? It's not exactly a heavily-travelled passage. The laundry room itself, sure, but it's not like anybody's making a lot of trips into storage.
So Dairine is stuck in the doorway--has been stuck there for a good ten minutes--and there's nobody around. If she were really a Jedi, or still a wizard, she is convinced she could get out of this. But as it stands, not slicing the mistletoe, tugging on it, or even swinging from it manage to get her out from under it. This stupid magic is annoying enough when it's in the middle of the rec room where there are people passing by every other minute--half the time you don't really want to kiss whoever it is you run into, but it's one of those things most people have come to realise is just going to be a part of living on the island in winter. You do it, you grumble, you get on with your day.
Dairine would really like to get on with her day. Mortified, uncomfortable, and getting more pissed off by the second, she takes a breath and yells. "Hello!"
[Mwahahaha! Dari usually avoids these. Somebody (maybe more than one somebody) come rescue her--she'll be embarrassed, but I will be amused.]