as_damaged: (//we're intimate strangers)
Allison Cameron ([personal profile] as_damaged) wrote2009-12-13 01:42 am

☤ twenty-nine

[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]
dr_conscience: (Oh yeah // Part one.)

action; i know how you get confused

[personal profile] dr_conscience 2009-12-13 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
dr_conscience: (Plotting // Mischief)

action; i don't even know. didn't you see, you took my identity and now i don't have one anymore.

[personal profile] dr_conscience 2009-12-14 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a lopsided smirk out of him, and he shrugs as commenting in an ironic tone...]

'Tis the season.

[He heads further into the clinic now, picking up a file off a desk. He glances over toward the waiting patients and then turns back to her with a smile. It's, of course, good-natured, but he's dealing with the awkwardness of today's curse by laughing it off as much as he can.]

I might, uh... check the exam rooms before you go in with some of them.