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[inthemoodnow]

Happy December, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, everyone in between and on the outside. As you've probably noticed, this month has brought back that holiday camp tradition of mistletoe. Which, naturally, ain't your daddy's mistletoe, and let me tell you, it ain't your mother's either, and I would know

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[redemption_fail]

Did anyone point out that it's not the kissing that's odd?

[inthemoodnow]

Listen, people don't get nearly a panicked when they suddenly turn blue with chartreuse spots, and that's a lot more unnatural for most of the people around here. And I say that a person who knows that, in the right hands, chartreuse can be used very well. The kissing is definitely a thing.

[redemption_fail]

They actually might where I come from.

Making people do things against their will seems to be a feature of this place.

[inthemoodnow]

They're not here, though. Living in a multi-dimensional zombie-infested farm camp with a giant squid monster in a silo. Which, if we're talking about being forced to do unnatural things, ranks a lot higher than kissing. But yeah, that's pretty much the flavour of things.

*extends a hand to him*

Captain Jack Harkness.

[redemption_fail]

*looks at your hand for a second before shaking it because how to do these local customs?*

Guy of Gisborne. What are you Captain of?

[inthemoodnow]

*takes it in stride without batting an eye, giving him a warm, firm handshake back*

It's been a variety of things over the years. Right now, you could say... sort of an investigative unit.

Gisborne, huh? Where's that?

[redemption_fail]

England. Near Nottingham.

What do you investigate?

[inthemoodnow]

Things that have come from very far away. Strange things that are where they don't belong. A place like this camp? Would be really damn high on our list.

[redemption_fail]

Someone was investigating vampires the other day. You're right that this place is strange.