have yourself a merry little...something

[rosestolilies]

[The mirror pops into view, flickers a few times, then reveals the Queen of Hearts once again, still against a dark background. This time, there's a holly wreath perched atop her hair.]I'm sorry I haven't had the time to listen to all your helpful suggestions, darlings! It turns out creating a world is hard work...ahahaha, who knew

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[brustriese]

[Signum doesn't even bother to respond this time. She's just taking notes.]

[Which means she's standing quite still and not looking up at the mistletoe above her, obviously.]

[Those with good observation might notice she's using her left hand to write today, with some difficulty...]

What's wrong with me-

[chibi_police]

Is your hand okay?

Lolicon da

[brustriese]

[Signum's head twitches briefly in the opposite direction of Ar before she turns to look at her.]

Our trip into the wilderness had a lasting effect, unfortunately. Every time I try to move my right hand, my left moves - it's like I'm a reflection.

Still, if it's like what happened to Major Lin the first time, it should fade in a day or two. I just have to concentrate on what I'm doing.

nuuuuu-

[chibi_police]

What happened to Lin? Ar wasn't here during that time.

[promoted_pawn]

[PM has been collecting fruit in the Orchard, using one of her mailboxes to carry her small bounty. The mistletoe hanging from a random branch of an apple tree causes her to stop and stare.]

What is that...?

[bugcharmer]

I'm not sure.

[Nausicaä pauses in passing. She has an armful of dead tree branches - firewood, apparently.]

I've never seen it at home.

[promoted_pawn]

[PM looks down briefly at the newcomer, then looks back up at the strange plant. In a single smooth gesture, she pulls her sword from the sheath.] I wonder if we can eat it.

[bugcharmer]

[PM does earn a curious glance. Nausicaä has never seen anyone quite like her - the smooth white shell, gray rags and all. Although she does remind her of the few worm-handlers she's met in her time. She steps back cautiously as the sword comes out. Not from any fear of hostility, of course. She just doesn't want to be in the way.]

Ah- I'm not sure if it's wise to try. It could be poisonous or at least harmful.

[She squints, looking up at the dangling plant.]

It doesn't look very edible.

[misfortunewheel]

Mm... I hope she's alright.

-Hina looks around, noticing the mistletoe for the first time. In fact, much of the 'holiday' things remind her of... herself. Odd.-

They're pretty...

[isntthatsad]

*Satsuki sees Hina and is about to say hi but...*

Oh, I wonder what that plant is? Do you know, Kagiyama-san?

[misfortunewheel]

Mm, I've never seen it. I don't think it's Japanese.

[isntthatsad]

*Satsuki looks closer...*

... Is this what I think it is...?

[border_phantasm]

Dungeons eh? Sounds like we'll be getting the horrors soon enough.

[She's currently under the mistletoe. And though she does not know what it can do, she's clearly grinning]

[valkyrihe]

Hey! You can do that weird teleporting thing, can't you? Can you teleport me to the queen so I can get out of here?

[border_phantasm]

[Is Yuuki under the mistletoe? Just need to make sure.]

I'm afraid that I can't access her location. One of many things blocked to me.

[valkyrihe]

[yes she is; this will be horrible]

Dammit. That doesn't even- Waugh! [WHY IS SHE STEPPING CLOSER TO YUKARI]

[quarkleader]

[Maria was walking through a wooded area somewhere west of the ruins when the mirror appeared. She's seen a lot of mistletoe hanging off the branches, enough to be wary of it and to think of shooting some off...]

Finally, something we agree-- you think it's a good idea?! I'm not adverse to celebrating the holidays, but I do have much better things to be doing than... what that woman seems to want us to do.

[Her face leans closer to the mirror as the Queen's voice drops to a whisper, obviously interested in what she's saying.] Dungeons...? [Then the mirror shuts up, and Maria lets out a huff.] Why must you always be so vague about anything that sounds the least bit important?

[After all that, she looks up to find - you guessed it - a bit of mistletoe hanging directly above her head. Frag her life.]