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[ruinously]

[ HE'S BACK - but only with a short message. ]

mistletoe was part of the supply drop and has been hung appropriately.

you're welcome


[ a few moments, then-- ]

also - snowball fight in the sunlight room. 5pm. be there, or be a loser. up to you


**ADDED SOMETIME LATER**

for those of you who don't know what mistletoe is, it's a poisonous little plant and it's tradition to kiss under it. Dunno why, but that's what it's for, ask most earthlings and they'll confirm. so get to smoochin.

(( ooc; RE THE SNOWBALL FIGHT y'all go wild with this, seriously. tag each other, smash each other in the face with snow, start fires, idc. go nuts. feel free to treat this as a commentlog & tag around OR DONT YOU DO YOU ))

Comments

[ruinously]

It's weird if I seek you out. Isn't that the point of mistletoe, to look up and go ohhh teehee, look at that!?

>>>action

[homeostatic]

Considering you've nearly festooned the whole station like a cry for attention–

( Guess who's stepping out from the kitchen with his sandwich and cider, roughly clocking Dean across the Mess Hall. )

–you might as...well.

[ruinously]

Okay, that is not--

[ oh fuck. oh fuck, oh fuck. screeee--

he's sat there with a bottle of liquor and a plate full of crumbs from dinner, looking like a deer in the headlights. ]

--what I intended.

[homeostatic]

( A millennia passes (okay not really) before Bones moves, rolling his eyes up to the doorway above him.

Right where a sprig of green has been affixed. He looks dubiously at Dean. )

How many of these did Viveca leave?

( Fear not, he's not following through, just sets his plate down and slides into a seat across from the other man. )

[ruinously]

[ Dean looks a little triumphant at the little sprig, head tipped up, squinting at it. ]

A lot. Like, a whole lot. More than enough to be hung all over the station.

[homeostatic]

It'll take us 'til July to find all of them. ( at a guess, anyway, judging from the sheer volume of greenery that's been dispersed. )

Part of the plan, too?

goDAMMIT

[ruinously]

[ dean winks, flashes a grin as he comes over to sit down and take a swig of the whiskey bottle he's been nursing today. ]

Might be.