So, the enchanted mistletoe is in place.

[contraltoflute]

[...and Descole, typically, has ended up caught under it. Since she can't step out from under it, she's resorted to just sitting down in the middle of the floor, leaning against thin air. If it works, why not? She might as well take advantage of it the best she can, she reasons. She's not exactly happy about what she suspects this is going to entail - she knows mistletoe when she sees it - so she's trying to calm herself down about the whole thing along with waiting for someone to come along to help her out.]

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[th3master.livejournal.com]

[walks around the corner and smiles]

Well hello.

[he smiles]

[contraltoflute]

[...a Layton. Descole hisses through her teeth, pulling away the best she can.]

...Layton.

[th3master.livejournal.com]

Something troubling you?

[he don't step any close]

[contraltoflute]

Oh, it's nothing, I rather enjoy getting stuck underneath mistletoe.

[When all else fails, sarcasm is the answer. Always.]

[th3master.livejournal.com]

I see, would you like a hand or are you waiting for someone inpuricular?

[alway ask evre if the answer is oviuse.]

[contraltoflute]

...anyone but yourself will do, frankly.

[th3master.livejournal.com]

Alright then, good day.

[puzzlingraven.livejournal.com]

Need some assistance?

[contraltoflute]

[She glances up, then grins a little.]

Rather. I seem to be stuck under this godforsaken plant.

[puzzlingraven.livejournal.com]

How strange. I didn't think plants can make you stuck. [Carefully stepping closer though.]

[contraltoflute]

Yeah, well, this place.

...don't get too close, it'll drag you in too.

[puzzlingraven.livejournal.com]

How do you propose I manage to get you out then? [Glances up at the mistletoe.]

[contraltoflute]

...true.

Given that it's mistletoe, I guess we'll have to kiss for it to let me go...

[realmandonpaolo]

[Running over as fast as his legs can carry him. Don't worry, Shescole, your charming knight Don Paolo will save you!

Stops in front of her, panting.]

Can... can I help you... m-my lady...?

[contraltoflute]

[...oh god why. She grimaces a little.]

I. Think I'm okay, actually.

[realmandonpaolo]

Are you sure? I'd be glad to offer you any lip- ...assistance you might require!

[Leans in closer. :D]

[contraltoflute]

I, uh.

Look, I really... I don't want you to get ideas.

[realmandonpaolo]

I will be nothing but helpful and polite.

[contraltoflute]

...I'm sure, but-- well--

Look, what happened before isn't happening again, okay?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

What a pleasant surprise, to cross you in the hall, dear Descole. I don't think we've spoken since our unfortunate first meeting, have we?

[contraltoflute]

[Descole hides a shudder, pulling herself closer against the barrier away from him.]

Pleasant for you, maybe.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

That's not a very nice way to greet someone. At this rate we'll never be able to bury our past differences, good lady.

[contraltoflute]

I assure you, Layton, I'm perfectly content with the company I have in this place, and not in the slightest inclined to 'bury our past differences".

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Company? You appear very much alone to me.

[contraltoflute]

I have company who share my rooms.