MISTLETOE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2025

[siberia]

you know what to do. whether it's magic compulsion (feat. magical attraction or not), that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

platonic is ok too. feel free to leave your own comment or reply to one of mine with a blank if you want me to write a starter!

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[gumai]

[ And Date listens. The more insight he has into Gustave's world, the more he understands a bit more about Gustave himself. Gustave describes it as desperation, to find the solution, to make progress, but Date also sees it as hope. Throw everything at the wall, see what sticks, because something inevitably will stick.

And something did, didn't it? Even if Gustave hasn't gone back yet to check, but Date likes to have faith that Lumiere is still standing, with everyone there waiting for his return. Even if it means Date will lose him eventually too.

He's mostly done with his cider by the time they're in line for the Ferris wheel and so he drops his cup in a trash can nearby and tucks his hands away in his jacket. There's a raised eyebrow at the description of Expedition 60 because that seems... like some crazy survivalist TV show. A bunch of naked bodybuilders... Date is glad he isn't into bodybuilding so the image isn't even sexy to him. ]

Do you think... if you all figured out how to fly, the Nevrons would have figured out how to fly too?

[ Just an idle thought that comes to mind as Gustave describes the difficulties in getting to the continent and the different methods of traveling. But he thinks too of this serpentine Nevron eating the wheel Expedition. ]

Like, evolution. You all adapted so they adapt too. Or maybe it's less symbiotic than that and I'm reaching.

[ A shrug. He's still wrapping his head around Nevrons as a whole, really. ]

[9999]

[ after he brought them up, Gustave did briefly worry that Date was going to start taking an unusual interest in Expedition 60. Random unknown Date fetish dodged! This time. ]

I... have no idea, to be completely honest with you. I'm no Nevron specialist, outside of putting them down. But I can tell you that plenty of them already know how to fly.

[ High enough to intercept flying vehicles? Maybe. He's pretty sure he's seen some big ones way up in the clouds, if only in the distance, including that serpent Date's thinking about. ]

If you want my opinion as an Expeditioner, I don't think they're evolving or anything like that. We're just uneducated, outnumbered and outclassed.

[ after that disaster on the beach, he feels quite confident that it's not an arms race between them and the denizens outside of the dome; they're closer to a bunch of organized mice trying to take down a pack of wolves. They never really had a chance. There's no skill involved, no competition - only sheer luck. A grim look creeps briefly onto his face, but Gustave does his best to let it pass him by, and, not for the first time, prays that his wish actually worked. ]

[gumai]

[ Wow, that's even more depressing than he thought it'd be. He was envisioning something different, the Nevrons adapting to the humans but if the Nevrons are just all powerful and too strong to fight... what a shame. Date watches Gustave as his expression grows grim and before he can stop himself, he's lifting a hand to ruffle Gustave's hair. ]

Well, once you go back home, it'll be fine. Once you're there, you can figure out what to do next about Nevrons.

[ Unless his wish got rid of them? He's not entirely sure how detailed Gustave got, or what the wish would've changed even with Gustave's guidance. The point is: Lumiere is back to normal and everyone is alive. That's all that matters, right? ]

Look, it's almost our turn too.

[ It's true, they're next up for the ferris wheel, it looks like. ]