Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening

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Jessica didn't even notice it when she settled into the common room to check out the new TV. She was too busy checking out the post-it note that apologized for the mess the previous TV had made of things and then sitting back to watch some television that she WOULDN'T mind viewing.

But as she was flipping channels, she heard a "Psst" from the ceiling. She looked up and saw the mistletoe. "Did you just talk, Random Plant?" The mistletoe made kissing noises. "I'm not putting up with this," Jessica said, turning the TV volume up and moving to a different couch.

"Psst," the mistletoe said again. She looked up. It had moved above her again. "Okay, I'm out of here." But before she could stand up, she saw more mistletoe in the doorway.

She was trapped.

But at least the TV was working right?

[OOC: Idea for the post-it supplied by so_hawkward.]

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By now, Sia automatically looked at the ceiling when she entered a room.

Which was why she looked right up at the mistletoe in the doorway and said, "Don't even think about it."

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"I won't. You're way too scary when you're snarly like that," Jessica joked.

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"It's been a long day," Sia explained, taking a seat. Most people would probably flop onto the sofa, but princesses tended not to be floppers.

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"I'm guessing you spent a lot of time being hassled by plants?" Jessica asked.

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"Yes. And your roommate is an idiot."

And that... was as much as she could say about it. Dammit.

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"If those two things are related, Olive's going to have a heart attack," Jessica said.

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"It's nothing Olive needs to have a heart attack about," Sia told her. "Though she probably will anyway. Do not tell Olive."

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"I solemnly swear that I will never tell Olive anything about this thing that I only barely know about myself," Jessica said. "I prefer her alive and not dead of innuendo and overreaction."

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"As do we all," she said. "Has the plant thing been giving you a hard time?"

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"Hello, friends," Olive greeted the room, flinging herself onto the couch near Jessica. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and sighed. "The plants are in here, too. You know I had one bothering me while I was in my room alone? That doesn't even make sense."

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"Was it above your mirror?" Jessica asked. "It's how I'd pass the time if I was a creepy plant determined to shame someone into kissing while they're alone."

"There are like 20 reasons why I hope I'm never a plant like that."

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"Lists I never thought I'd have to make," Olive mused. "I mean, I'd take the sweaters over this stupid mistletoe. And maybe even the snowmen. At least the snowmen could like, be shooed."

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"You can shoo this thing," Jessica said as it started 'psst'ing again. "You just need a broom. Or fire. Probably not fire."

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"Yeah, but where did they come from? Couldn't it just spring back up?" Olive wondered. "It's like a weed. A ceiling weed. A spontaneously-occurring ceiling weed. Science."

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"I have to say no to that one. It's not spontaneous. It's tactical," Jessica said. "Which is why you have to keep at it with the broom. And the threats!" She waved a fist at the mistletoe as it started making kissy noises again.

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"We could get like, weedkiller, too," Olive said thoughtfully. "And spray it so it can't reproduce!"

Oooh, scary threats.

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"Would that work if it's not technically a weed and just acts like one?" Jessica said. "I assume that's the plant word for 'jerk.'"

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"I mean, doesn't weedkiller murder the hell out of good plants, too? It's just poison," Olive reasoned. "...which, okay, is maybe not a reason to spray it around where we live."

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"It was probably entertaining itself while waiting for someone to come visit," Sia told her.

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"Marsie, why didn't you come visit me today?" Olive asked, tragically clasping a hand to her forehead. "It would've shut it up, and I could've crossed lesbian experimentation off my pre-college to-do list. Two birds, one stone."

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Because she'd been pissed off, that was why.

"The second reason is exactly why," Sia said. "I thought I meant more to you than that."

Yes, joking. It happened now and then.

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"Our love is one for the ages," Olive agreed solemnly. "It won't be cheapened for pushy mistletoe."

Which prompted an 'AHEM' from the ceiling.

"Did you have any trouble with it today?" she added, making a face.

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"Plenty," she said. "...This is Fandom's fault, right? These plants don't normally do this?" She was new, she had to be sure.

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"Nah, normally it's a cute Christmas tradition where if a couple is underneath it, they have to kiss," Olive explained. "I have no idea about the origins or anything, but that's what it's supposed to be. It doesn't normally like, force you."

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"Sometimes this planet sounds stranger than I thought it was," Sia realized. Also, mistletoe in general would have been good information to have before this all happened.