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[summer_poprocks]

[There's a filthy-looking Roxas sprawled limply in a snowdrift, his feet bare and old-fashioned clothes tattered. The snow where he lays is tinted red, as is much of his hair, and all around him on the ground are various sized stones. Anyone coming closer will be able to see just how much damage a few rocks can do to a person. It isn't at all pretty.]

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[heaaarts]

[ You saw this coming. You know you did.

It's December 1st, dressing room residents! Just like every year, scattered throughout the dressing room, sprigs of mistletoe line the doorways. Some hold just small pieces, some large, ornate balls, but all are tied with ribbons of red, white, and brown, gold, mint greens and icy blues.

Kiss under the white and you'll find yourself sprouting a small pair of angel's wings, but kiss under the brown and you'll get antlers. (If you're really unlucky, your nose may start to glow.) The red, well, some see Christmas as a holiday for love and lovers. The blues bring snow and frost, but the greens have no effect at all. As for the gold, well... That could be anything. ]

{ ooc: some of you wanted spells. use your imagination for the gold, do what you want. the effects last as long as you like. }