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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

If Gert had known that her 'quick trip' to the common room to grab a granola bar was going to lead to a coil of mistletoe snaking around her ankle and trapping her rather firmly in place, she would have brought Old Lace with her to bite through the surprisingly strong foliage. Or better yet, she might not have left her room at all. No granola bar was worth this.

Still, the fact remained that she hadn't forseen this and so she was stuck, and she was left muttering under her breath about stupid presumptuous holiday plants and holidays she didn't even celebrate and how this really wasn't a situation in which it was ideal to be caught by someone else, and especially in one's pajamas.

[[open like a common room!]]

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"Gah!" Jessica called from the stairwell. She made her way into the common room with seveeral sprigs of mistletoe on her shoulders, including a fresh one that got her just now in the stairwell. So far her spider-strength hadn't done much against the stupid things, so she was willing to resort to tools.

"Gert, please tell me you have scissors or knives or chainsaws or something in the kitchen," Jessica pleaded.

Gert was sympathetic. Really. "Sorry," she called back, "but if there are any, you're on your own getting them. I'm stuck." She thumped the wall that she was currently stuck to for emphasis.

This was so stupid, Fandom. So stupid.

"Did you turn weirdly magnetic? Or does this have to do with your new ankle bracelet there?" Jessica checked. "Because I could see either one being the case."

"Thanks, I think," Gert ventured. "You're half right. It's an ankle bracelet made of mistletoe. I'm pretty sure plants aren't supposed to be this strong."

She kicked the wall uselessly.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Jessica said, pulling at the mistletoe on her shirt. "Tell you what, if I can find some pruning shears that will get some of this of of me, I'll cut you loose, too."

"That would be much appreciated," Gert said, although, perhaps feeling threatened by this, the mistletoe around her ankle started to tighten uncomfortably. "Ugh. This is the last time I go out to get breakfast without bringing Old Lace with me for backup."

Probably not.

"Does student council order the decorative plants that go up around Christmas time?" she wondered. "Because if so, no offense, but I think you might want to look into a new supplier."

"Nope. You can't blame us for this," Jessica said as she started looking through the kitchen drawers. "At least it's not as aggressively threatening as it was last year. It's more passive-aggressive. Or in your case, aggressively passive."

"I wasn't here then, but I think I'd prefer the verbal hostility," Gert mused. "At least then there's the option to threaten it back, which would work out in my favor, since I'm a human being with thumbs and human intelligence and this is a plant."

On the other hand, the plant was doing a pretty respectable job of pinning her to a wall, so. Maybe not.

"Those thumbs aren't really working for you right now," Jessica pointed out, going through more drawers. "Seriously, why is there nothing sharp on this floor? I'm pretty sure I'm not getting through this with a butter knife."

"Remind me to check the other common rooms for elaborate cooking projects that required a ton of utensils," Gert grumbled. "And then yell at whoever's responsible."

She wasn't going to do that. She might steal some of whatever it was, though. She felt it was her due at this point.

"You don't think I could bite through this, do you?" she wondered, but then promptly wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Never mind. No way I'm doing that."

"I doubt it," Jessica said, closing the last of the drawers. "Um. But there is one solution that, funny enough, still involves your mouth."

"Oh?" It took her a second to process that before she added, "Oh."

The mistletoe around her ankle tightened a little more, warranting a yelp of "Ow!"

Now, Gert wasn't exactly jumping for joy at the idea, but, "You really think it'll let go if we kiss?"

"It worked last year when the mistletoe was more threatening," Jessica said. "I figure you've got a few options. I could kiss you, but you've got to promise me that you've brushed your teeth and you'll owe me dinner because I'm an old-fashioned kind of girl. Or I can make up a sign telling people that there's a lady in distress who needs a kiss, and a fairy tale thing might happen. Or you can wait it out."

"As much as I admire your creativity with those suggestions, I'm not sure this is something the whole dorm needs to know," Gert said, looking mildly grossed out by that option. "And waiting might start to suck if this is a till-midnight thing."

She tapped her foot - the one that wasn't trapped, that is - nervously. "Uh, but my teeth are definitely brushed and I can buy you dinner as long as it's on a day when there aren't random kiss-soliciting plants grabbing people at random?" Because after this, she planned to go hide in her room for a good long while. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Well, I'm not hopped up on pollen or gremlin bit, so this would actually be a weirdly nice change of pace. You know. Just kissing someone to free them from plants," Jessica said. "And that really suggests that I'll never have a normal romantic life, so what the hell, I'm game if you are."

"Thanks, Jessica," Gert said, relieved. And taking the cue to add some humor, she remarked thoughtfully, "Same for me, actually. Haven't had a good emergency situation kiss in over a year now. It's a good thing you came along, or someone would have had to strip my 'teen hero' card from me."

"I'm pretty sure a dinosaur sidekick means that you get to keep that card as long as you want," Jessica said, walking over. "Okay, so, let me know if the mistletoe goes away or it just starts to get way too weird."

Jessica leaned in to give Gert a friendly kiss. You know, not a 'friendly' kiss wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean? But the kind of kiss you might give a friend if their freedom from a line of plants depended on it.

Gert really had to give Jessica a hand for her committment to this. A metaphorical hand. Not a hand anywhere inappropriate. This was a friendly kiss, mind.

The mistletoe lingered where it was for a minute, apparently wanting to watch this play out, but eventually it uncoiled from around Gert's ankle and slithered back to the floor.

Gert drew back and announced, "Congratulations. You just sparked a foot-popping kiss."

"That's the first time anyone's ever told me that," Jessica said as the mistletoe retreated off of her shirt. "Now let's step away from the wall before it tries anything again."

"Yeah, let's not have a repeat," Gert agreed. "No offense. You're very skilled. But there's only so many times I can buy you dinner. Also, I might be allergic to mistletoe."

She rubbed her ankle against her other calf, frowning.

"Thanks for the rescue, anyway. That could have gone way worse."

"Always glad to help. Even in weird situations," Jessica said. "And the dinner was just a joke. Call me the next time there's a bunch of food in the common room and we'll call it even."

"I know, I know," Gert assured her. "Will do. "

"I don't know about you, but I can't wait until this stupid month is over," Jessica said. "It feels like the only break we've had from silliness is that whole big thing a couple weeks ago, and that wasn't any better."

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