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[doggedly]

so if you see something that looks like mistletoe growing in the corner of your doorway
or elsewhere

DONT LET IT SEE YOU
DONT APPROACH IT especially with company
GET AWAY FROM IT or else set it on fire
carefully on fire
ill be along to take care of it later


thanks



[as part of the aftermath of space christmas, there may be some vicious mistletoe hanging around in certain doorways. some of it bites, and some of it growls, and some of it pursues you until you kiss the person you ran into on your way into the kitchen. classic wizard mistletoe prank gone slightly awry but also it's still funny. mistletoe began concentrated mostly on level 5, but it's spread itself upwards and downwards. and into the SEC offices. and elsewhere. feel free to say that you have been assaulted or do some threads of being assaulted in this post/your inboxes/useful log created for this purpose.]

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i told you i would merry christmas

[doggedly]

[Merlin's beard the clumsiness. the clumsiness and the stage whisper and magic it, really. Sirius casts a withering glance across the distance that separates them.

and the tendril of mistletoe is still moving, blindly, slithering its way across the ceiling.]

Nicely done. And yes, 'course I can, six ways to Sunday, but if it gets my wand and breaks it in bloody half in its enthusiasm--

[not even going to finish that sentence. he's got his wand at his side, held low and out of sight. tendril of mistletoe, now creeping down the wall. main plant still growling. Sirius narrows his eyes at his adversary, his creation.]

Was that canister what you were going to use to freeze it?

don't you mean merry christmas mj

[technologist]

[ Yeah don't finish the sentence about tendril enthusiasm, thanks. And this is a harrowing situation, sure, but it's honestly a bit difficult to take evil mistletoe seriously even when it's growling and stARING, and this is kind of cool, so— ]

Liquid nitrogen. Sort of like spot therapy, only instead of spots it's mistletoe. Figured it'd be a quick way to get around the "not freezing everybody in the room" issue, except you've got to get fairly close to use it, so...

[ Speaking of enthusiasm. He's fairly lost in the rant until he sees that the mistletoe's just a few feet away, and he trails off warily. ]

It isn't dangerous, though.

[ Say it isn't dangerous. ]

yes that is what i meant obviously merry christmas mj from us

[doggedly]

Liquid--

[Night row gen. The word means absolutely nothing. And he's apparently lost Fitz to ardent explanation, and while he really very much does want to know how liquid night could freeze a specific bit of room, without the use of magic--]

Define 'dangerous'. And if your definition includes not death but also potential light strangulation and plant bites and kiss-ING--

[--the extra stress on that last bit comes because the mistletoe tendril moves quite suddenly, with a sound that can only be described as a dry slither as it shoots out to close the distance between itself and Fitz. Sirius jumps for the canister of liquid night and gives it a kick, in Fitz's direction--]

Night it, do it--

[He's got his wand up as he's kicking and shoots a quick scorch of fire in the direction of the main plant. It catches, and the plant makes an actual shriek, a little nails-on-chalkboard, but Sirius doesn't spare it a second glance, he's already looking to see what liquid night looks like--or, possibly, to stare with dread at the sight of Fitz caught by his creation, THERE HAD BETTER BE NO BLOODY KISSING NECESSARY--]

tosses words out the window

[technologist]

[ Night it. That exclamation's only slightly more baffling than the kissing one, but then Sirius is on the move anyway, kicking the canister in his direction. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's getting at (although Fitz is a genius, thank you), and he's reaching for the canister when something catches him up short.

There's a sharp yank on his other arm as the tendril grabs hold of his wrist, abrupt enough for him to drop the black tablet he'd been cradling under his arm. ] Not my bloody—

[ Which starts out very irritated, then ends with a sharp yelp as the stupid thing bites his hand. Tablet and canister forgotten, he grabs hold of it with his free hand and gives it a yank, apparently opting for a tug-of-war approach to get it off. ] I thought you said you'd taken out the teeth!

[ Like that's the real complaint, here. False advertising. ]

saves a few for this thread tho

[doggedly]

Some! I've got some of the teeth out, this one's-- fucking hell--

[The struggle for Fitz's wrist looks as if it's shaping up to be an epic one. The tendril, with its baby teeth, has no doubt felt the loss of its mother plant by now, which will only turn it more vicious.

Sirius has to risk it. The close proximity is a gamble, but it's one he's willing to take (more or less--if there were another way, he'd probably take it, because mistletoe kissing is for girls, and he means that non-disparagingly--).]

Just give it your wrist, its teeth are too small. It's not going to have your arm out.

[Canister, there, where it's been dropped, and Sirius shoves his wand in his back pocket and dives for it, comes up with the thing clutched to his chest. Success.]

What do I do with it? How does-- argh--

[The last bit is more of a growl, as a new tendril of mistletoe snakes around his ankle. Sirius leans his leg down, hard, trying to crush it between leg and floor--there's an angry hiss, from around the corner, which is where the mistletoe is reaching from.]

Tell me, now--