☤ twenty-nine

[as_damaged]

[Openest Action that Ever Actioned]

[Cameron is an atheist, but in some ways she's all for the holidays. They're an excuse to be happy. Sometimes you need one. So she doesn't think anything of the Christmas decorations everywhere, on buildings and lampposts, garlands around doorways and lights in the trees. How she makes it into work without being assaulted by smooches is anyone's guess. But she does.

Her luck? Her luck is bound to change, at work, after work, on her way home, wherever you might like to imagine you might encounter her.]

[ooc; SCREAM please. imagine this was hours ago ;_; we've company from out of town so my computer access has not been optimal today |D ilu all. um. open for EVERYONE, srsly, the more the merrier imo >D backdating is likely sob sorry ILOVEYOUPOLY

ETA; 3 am where did you come from. more when i'm awake ;.; <333]

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action; SOB I WAS AFRAID YOU WOULD NEVER POST AND WE COULD NEVER TERRORIZE OUR GIRLS

[thenormalsquint]

[Sometime during the day, Angela lost count of how many people she's locked lips with. She does remember, however, that five people should invest in Tic-Tacs as soon as possible and that two people really need Chapstick.

But the day is winding down and she has a couple of tricks to get into for certain residents of her apartment building before they get home, so no more kissing for her if she can fight it. Her path home takes her down the sidewalk right into Cameron's own path. Their association, rather than a friendship, has been polite these last few weeks so Angela nods slightly to the other woman as a greeting.]

Hey.

action; HOW COULD I PASS THIS UP. REALLY. <3

[as_damaged]

[It's kind of a surprise to her, really, how well they've been getting along of late. One couldn't say they've been friendly, no, but it's something a little more than cold civility, and she never expected that. So, doing her part for holiday cheer, she offers a little smile and a nod of her head, hands being too deep in her pockets to wave.]

Evening.

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[thenormalsquint]

[She has a plan to continue walking her way, which Angela manages to do for all of two steps before feeling an urge to double back and call out to Cameron.

The only problem is that Angela isn't calling to get Cameron's attention, but to warn her. That urge has become familiar to Angela today and she knows what's coming and for once today, it's not what she wants to do.]

Oh, fuck me...

[No, Cameron, not you. Not Cameron ever, even though Angela's tugging on her coat sleeve to get her closer.]

action;

[as_damaged]

[The curse doesn't really catch hold of her until that little tug, and she finds herself stepping closer though it's the last thing she wants to do.]

Not again, god, sorry--

[She doesn't want to kiss most people she knows; but even if Angela isn't an enemy anymore, Cameron can't really say she likes her. Certainly not like that. But misteltoe is mischievous, and she finds herself leaning in to lock lips, eyes shut, frustration wrinkling her brow.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Angela clearly has a look of disgust on her face as she puckers up, much like if one was forced to kiss their Great Aunt Marcy, the one who smells like Ben-gay and likes to pop out her yellowed dentures at the dinner table.

Of course, Cameron is much more attractive than any great aunt but that doesn't mean Angela wants to kiss her. It feels like her hands have a mind of their own as they thread into Cameron's blonde strands to hold her in place, going from a light brush of her lips to a firmer pressure against Cameron's.

There is not enough Listerine in the City for Angela right now. Maybe hospital-grade bleach will do her better.]

after work (where Chase can't spy)

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Finishing up the last of his errands is no easy task for Caspian. Kissing runs rampant and the mistletoe itself appears to be smart. It sprouts when you least expect it, making the streets appear 'normal' because it knows when to take people by surprise. He intends to make it home on time, to prepare for tonight's party, but Caspian is not so rude as to pass Cameron without saying hello.]

Cameron?

[Once she was known as Allison. These days he has fallen into the habit of her colleagues. They are infectious like that.]

after work (where Chase can't spy)

[as_damaged]

[Hearing her name makes her pause to see who's called it, and the crowds are thankfully starting to thin.]

Caspian!

[He gets a warm smile; even if she's trying to hurry home and avoid anymore mistletoe incidents, friends are always worth stopping for.]

How are you?

after work (where Chase can't spy)

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[There's something they can agree on...for better or worse. Eventually he meets her at her side, walking along.]

Well. Preparing for tonight. And yourself?

after work (where Chase can't spy)

[as_damaged]

Just trying to get home at this point. [There's a little sigh, more weary than annoyed.] It's been a long day.

[She glances over to see if he catches her drift. Certainly given the infestation-- mistletoe is a parasite, isn't it?-- he must have had a few brushes beneath it.]

action; DUH

[dr_conscience]

[It's not unusual for Wilson to put in a few hours quite early at the hospital, for tasks like catching up on paperwork, filing, or just to pick up a few simple test results, and head over to House's clinic later, or vice-versa. Today, he's done just the former and arrives at the clinic, having escaped the hospital with just a few kisses - though, admittedly, those few were well-chosen for maximum awkwardness. He glances around as he enters, scanning for any sprigs. When he doesn't find any, a sigh of relief accompanies his proper entrance; the first colleague he spots, who just happens to be Cameron, also gets a smile as he enters.]

Good morning.

[Just barely, but the greeting is still valid for a bit longer.]

action; lol i thought that was text

[as_damaged]

Good morning.

[Cameron is as yet oblivious to the mistletoe plague, and so she's in good, untraumatized spirits as Wilson comes along.

She's only coming towards him because there's a file she needs sitting on a counter by the door, but she pauses in front of him, with an odd look. It's a sudden compulsion she hasn't entirely processed when she stretches up to plant a kiss on his lips. And then stands there looking stunned at herself, eyes wide.]

action; i know how you get confused

[dr_conscience]

[He returns the brief kiss - not that he has a choice in the matter, exactly. Luckily, he has been initiated into the curse (though he'd rather not think about by whom), so he's not terribly surprised or traumatized. So after she pulls back, he raises his hands reflexively, reassuring...]

It's not just you.

[He glances up to find the offending plant and plucks it from the door frame, holding it up between two fingers so she can see it. He tightens his mouth into a sharp, somewhat ironic almost-smile as he raises his eyebrows and inclines his head slightly toward it.]

Watch out for these.

[Sighing, he deposits it in the nearest trashcan.]

Apparently, it's a very festive curse.

action; wait, what? who are you? how did you get this number? don't call here again.

[as_damaged]

Mistletoe.

[She groans as he pulls the sprig down, comprehending. Typical for the City; and here she was in a good mood this morning.]

No wonder everything's so heavily decorated...

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I see you're keeping your head above ground.

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[as_damaged]

Having weighed the options I like it better here.

[He doesn't get the satisfaction of her flinching; as unpleasant as being buried alive was, Cameron's still in the pretend-it-didn't-happen stage of dealing. She does feel her heart sink a bit as she turns to face him and notices the dark green splotch above him.]

Good morning.

[She's stalling.]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

In the end it's the only choice.



What's so good about it? The thirteen shopping days left until Christmas?

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[as_damaged]

[That gets a little smirk and a raised brow as she taps the edge of a stack of papers on the desk to even them out. There are certainly people she'd mind kissing more than House; the main reason she doesn't want to is that she can never quite sort out when she stopped wanting to, whether she really did stop, even if they've done it before and she found it surprisingly unfulfilling. Admittedly the circumstances were different.]

It could be worse?

[She offers, rounding the desk to approach him. She's neither enthusiastic nor hesitant, standing on tiptoe to reach up and give him his kiss, lips lingering maybe a moment longer than they strictly need to, to satisfy the compulsion. Maybe. It's anyone's guess whether she's merely testing a theory, or what she might have learned.]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Funny how when you don't want to run into someone they're always around the next corner, and when you do...

Not that Chase is saying he does, though he has noticed the way the day seems to have flung him headlong into everyone but her. By now it's late, his hair is mussed from too many people using the opportunity to wind their fingers into it, his lips slightly swollen from some of the fiercer onslaughts. He's drunk a lot of coffee in lieu of something stronger. And, with work done with and just the route home to navigate, he turns a corner and there she is.]

sob bby sorry for making you wait <3

[as_damaged]

[It isn't that Cameron's been avoiding him. She hasn't been looking for him, either; this curse is awkward enough without mixing in the fragile mess of their history.

She's thinking about it, actually, trying to work through whether she's relieved or disappointed, when Chase steps out in front of her. She stops short, eyes wide as she reflexively looks up, checking for mistletoe.]

its okaaaaay you are having the funs!

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[His chin tilts with the same trajectory, upward, checking, and then he looks back and laughs to see her doing the same.]

I think we're clear. You must have had the same kind of day I have.

[It's not a question, not really. Knowing in this case might not be much better than the gnawing curiosity he's living with now, and he'd definitely sooner not admit to her some of his own encounters. Besides, he's more than capable of nursing faceless jealousy, if need be. It's less likely to get him into a fight.]

Heading home?

i am! getting fresh air and sunlight. except it rained >>

[as_damaged]

[She meets his eyes when he laughs, and nods with a faintly embarrassed little smile, still wary. Clear isn't always clear. It's like the stuff is growing out of the walls; but for the moment it seems safe.]

Yeah.

[It answers both the question and the statement. You're better off not knowing, Chase, really. She doesn't show the experience nearly as badly as he does-- her hair still neat, or perhaps just quickly rearranged for the sake of propriety. The City's seen her at her worst too many times already.]

You, too?

hospital action!

[knockoff-hero.livejournal.com]

[Jaime was still stuck in the hospital, largely immobilized. Thirteen days and he would get his superpowers back, not to mention his closest friend, 'closest' in the most literal sense possible. The Scarab was still refusing to show up on x-rays, but he knew it was there, and that had required many explanations. You'd think City doctors wouldn't be surprised by much anymore, but Jaime's life was an extra level of weird, as usual.

He yawned, having only just woken up, and stared up at the ceiling. At least someone had decorated for Christmas. That was cheery.]

hospital action! pardon my delays ;_; <33

[as_damaged]

[By and large the patient rooms have been safer than the public areas, and Cameron's spending as much time doing her rounds as possible. She checks his chart when she comes in, briefly; not a regular patient of hers, but one she's looked in on before.]

Jaime. [She shoots him a bright, professional smile.] How are you feeling today?

[Not great, obviously. But there are degrees of badness, and they're worth inquiring after.]

hospital action!

[knockoff-hero.livejournal.com]

Hey--

[He looks over. Oh, it's the hot doctor again. Who totally has a name that he should remember and use.]

--Dr. Cameron. As well as can be expected, I guess. Pretty bored.

hospital action!

[as_damaged]

[She's gotten 'hot doctor' before and honestly at this point she tries to take it in stride, but it's always nice to know she's made more of an impression than that.]

I can imagine. But it looks like you're improving pretty steadily. [Another glance at his chart.] Any pain?

[When she looks back up at him, she feels a little unsteady; it's a special unease that's already all too familiar, and she looks up as casually as she can manage to find the offending plant.]