Quest 292

[primrosella]

[Accidental Voice Post | Open Action]

[There are footsteps, the light crunching of snow, the rustle of a long woolen cloak--and the huffing of one incredibly exasperated princess as she makes the long and perilous trek from the massive complex that was formerly the residence of the four Pevensies (and now is home to only one, plus guest) into the City proper and across the way, aiming for the Warehouse with a very specific purpose in mind.]

Oh, drat it all, I knew I ought to have packed that helmet when I had the chance--

[But alas, it is indeed a very long way to the Warehouse, and with that much ground to cover, it's only a matter of time before someone stops her, isn't it?]


[OOC: Let's have some mistletoe madness~ Action is open to everyone (though people she knows to be evil, I can't promise she won't make a speedy getaway before you can get close to her, sorry) and you're welcome to encounter her pretty much anywhere in the City! Also, it's exam season and I've got one tomorrow at 8:30 AM, so my tags may be slow and sporadic for a bit, but I will backdate like the wind. Bear with me!]

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[punchedhitler]

[He's wandering around the City in a bit of a daze so when he sees Rosella he doesn't exactly stop her as much as he waves hello.]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[And Rosella is currently on A Mission at the moment, both avoiding the Pevensie complex (because she was already kept preoccupied there all morning) and attempting to get to the Warehouse and get hold of her trusty Vespa helmet to help ward off all the kissing.

But she's been talking to Bucky lately, and she recalls Steve, and it really wouldn't be polite to not pause to say hello. Especially if it means figuring out how to make Bucky's wish come true and finding some way to help the two of them have a nice Christmas.]

Hello, there!

[punchedhitler]

[He wanders over because now he has to start a conversation]

Rosella, right?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's right, and you're Captain Rogers, from the army. It's so very nice to see you! And how are you today? Well, I hope?

[punchedhitler]

You can call me Steve, really.

And I'm okay. There's a lot of-

[He is interrupted by mistletoe. He sweeps up Rosella and kisses her on the mouth.]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Of mi--oomp!

[How does this happen to her EVERY SINGLE YEAR. HOW. You would think that sooner or later she would know better.]

[punchedhitler]

[He puts her down and takes three steps back]

I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[It strikes her as almost funny, almost, because she can remember so vividly when that was her reaction, too, back before she'd grown accustomed to seeing this curse every December and had come to terms with the awkwardness of it.]

Oh! No, don't worry, it's quite all right, it's just the--

[She looks around, spots it, jumps to rip it down--]

--mistletoe. It's a curse, that's all. We get it every year, around this time of year.

[punchedhitler]

It doesn't really make it all right.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Well, no, perhaps not, but there's really no helping it, either, so there's no sense in getting too upset about it, is there?

[punchedhitler]

I'm sorry either way.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Really, it's quite all right, believe me. There's no need to apologize.

[There is something undeniably strange about a situation where Rosella is the one with the liberal attitude toward kissing. And yet.]

[punchedhitler]

You're really used to this, aren't you?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

We do get it every year, and it's one of the City's favorites. This is my...goodness, my fourth time seeing it now, actually. So yes, I rather suppose I am, a bit.

[punchedhitler]

You've been here a long time.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid so. It was three years at the beginning of August, so I'm closer to three and a half, by now.

[punchedhitler]

That's a long....

[Pause]

Don't you get lonely?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

For home?

[She nods a little.]

Sometimes. Three years is a long time to be away, especially when there isn't much in the City that really looks like home. It's all so tall and...well, modern. But it's not as though I don't have friends here, too, and that's lovely in its own way, really.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve watches her for a minute]

Where are you headed, Miss Rosella?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Well, I was heading for my Warehouse to get a helmet of mine--have you ever seen one, the sort that goes over your whole head with a part in the front made of glass that one can see through? My friend used to have me wear it on curse days like this, to help with the, er, kissing.

[She makes a face at the mistletoe in her hand.]

But it's rather a long walk, and I wonder if it might be a bit useless to try, with the mistletoe being the way it is already.

[punchedhitler]

I'll walk you over.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Oh, but it's not out of your way...? I don't want to keep you if you've errands to run, or...

[punchedhitler]

No errands.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Well, if you're--oh, bother, look out.

[As she darts to the side, getting well out of the way of a new sprig of mistletoe that's come creeping to replace the last.]

Er, that is, I'd like that very much, so long as I'm not keeping you.

[punchedhitler]

[He sidesteps when she warns him and then back next to her, and begins to walk]

Not at all.