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[npc_kun]

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: ALL DAY Friday, October 23
Location: Everywhere and anywhere
Rating: varied, likely
Summary: Mistletoe shenanigans.

Notes: Scath here. With mod approval, I'm throwing this up for the use of those whose mistletoe encounters might not merit a separate log. Threads can be done in quick or standard log format, as you

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The Park --> The Library, late morning to evening

[snowburned]

Stupid mistletoe. Kazahana had been doing her best to avoid it since being alerted to its return, but it seemed that no one could do so successfully without shutting themselves away. Maybe Justice had the right idea.

She'd stopped by to give him the files she'd found most interesting, but that just meant it was time to press on with her search. They'd have to meet and discuss things once Justice had had a chance to review her findings-perhaps what was in the files and what he and Truth had read in the journals could supplement each other.

There was plenty to do, but she took the long way around the Park before heading too the jump-off point; a little fresh air would be nice before shutting herself away in the ruins for hours.

[I figure she's most likely to get caught in the Park, but if you're one of the few who goes Library searching, feel free to grab her there too!]

[stonyfaced]

Stoneface had made a habit of going to the library and, well, being a copper. Nosing around. Picking at things that other people hopes he wouldn't pick at and making a general nuisance of himself. He didn't particularly like the ruins, covered in dust and debris, preferring the crisp evening air, but what he liked even less was jumping

LOOK I DIDN'T FORGET! I'M JUST SLOW :(

[snowburned]

Kazahana had caught sight of Stoneface coming and revised her stride so it was more along the lines of a pleasant walk that headed toward a specific destination. She didn't want to alarm him by jumping off, or face sticky questions. If he worked directly for Bastet, he was likely trustworthy, but discretion wasn't so simple around here.

She caught his nod and returned it, smiling briefly. She looked up, as if admiring the changing autumn foliage. "Nice day," she said, a little awkwardly. Damn. What was the right thing to say in a situation like this?

I DID FORGET, BUT YOU FORGIVE ME DON'T YOU?

[stonyfaced]

She wasn't leaving. Was it common for people to stand here and enjoy the view? Regardless, he nodded, looking mildly nonplussed and stared around at the leaves. He supposed that yes, it was pretty until they turned brown and as a result turned into a muddy sort of compost on the ground because most people were too lazy to rake them and secretly wanted them to blow away into the neighbor's lawn.

But for now they were pretty.

"Yes, it is," he agreed, for simplicity's sake.

And Kazahana still wasn't leaving.

"A bit cooler out, now," he ventured, fully aware that his type of small talk would only last him a few sentences. Damn. Why wasn't she leaving?

marketplace, early evening

[metalandashes]

Wolverine had given up trying to avoid the mistletoe. The damn stuff was everywhere. Instead, he had decided to adopt an air of supreme disgruntlement, thereby preventing anyone else from coming close enough to get caught with him under the bitter-smelling sprigs. It was working pretty well so far, and it wasn't like he had to pretend very hard.

He stalked through the marketplace, a scowl etched deep into his expression, his eyes narrowed against the cold wind. He was planning on grabbing a drink at Smoke's before he started his guard shift, and he was damned if he was gonna let anyone stop him.

[moonlit_mirage]

Crow didn't mind the mistletoe. As minor inconveniences went, it was acceptable, and quite easily dealt with. In fact, he found the reactions rather amusing. People were too sensitive to simple things, too caught up in what amounted to nothing. An innocent bit of contact that was best dealt with quickly and easily forgotten.

That's why, when he passed the scruffy man going the opposite way in the market, he didn't even sigh when he felt the tug of the mistletoe stop him. He simply halted and turned to face the man.

It was always amusing to see people's reactions.

[subject_e0057]

If only stopping by the marketplace were an easy affair. He cursed himself in hindsight, wishing he had picked up groceries for the week before the mistletoe, rather than having to come by for ingredients for dinner after the fact. With so many people and so many stalls, it was impossible not to get caught at leats once or twice by the mistletoe.

As he leaned over, murmuring a question to his hallucination as he inspected a some greenery. As he took a step back from the stall, he felt himself brush someone striding along. "Ah- I'm sorry--"

Raise blinked, unable to move back on his way, before sighing. "...Not again."

For Truth

[extantlaw]

Justice had spent the early part of the afternoon working on the transcription of another journal from the Library. It was one that he had chosen himself, having decided that the state of its pages - half charred and water-stained - would likely make it of interest to Crow.

The only interruption had been from Kazahana, delivering a selection of old medical records from the Library, along with her neatly written notes on the significant point of interest. These were now scattered across the low table in front of the couch upon which Justice had settled himself, legs pulled up and another file open beside him.

He barely even looked up at the sound of the door being unlocked, merely noting absently that it must e later than he thought if Truth was back from his shift at the Hatchery.

YAY

[misterbluesky]

His shift had been another one of those uneventful nights. He'd taken his old journal with him to study, and he was starting to remember things. Or, at least, discover them again

\o/

[extantlaw]

"Wright."

The smile he offered in return was perfunctory at best, and he reached forward to shuffle the loose papers on the table back inside their file. That particular discovery was not something he wished to discuss with Truth - not now. He knew exactly how the the mention of that name troubled him, although Justice did not know why, any more than he knew why he was troubled by it himself. There was an uncomfortable sense that it was connected with his father, somehow, and that was not a topic he had attempted to traverse with Truth since that day in the Wilderness. It was possible that the man had forgotten it entirely, and partof him still wished that were true, although he could not bring himself to ask

[misterbluesky]

He let out a frustrated sound as he took another step forward. Oh well, this would all be over with soon. A hug would work, right? Well that wasn't so bad at all. And anyway, Edgeworth could probably use one of those...or ten. He smiled a little bit. Well, that would actually be kind of nice.

"No, I didn't." And he half-rolled his eyes. "Just get over here, Justice."

And he walked forward until he was standing close enough to reach out and touch him.

"Come on, just give me a hug."

And with that, he let out a small chuckle.