☤ 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.

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.]

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;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I see you're keeping your head above ground.

[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.]

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.]