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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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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--