Seen around. 'TIS THE SEASON!

[head_psychic]

Because kissing under the mistletoe is an ancient and festive tradition... and it's important to share love at this time of year.

Two ways to play:

Request kisses.
If there's someone you'd like a kiss from, repost the picture above in a comment. Please be considerate--tag the muse's in-character contact post, or an old meme post, something like that. Don't tag a prompt response, a fic, or an RP thread. You may also post the picture to your journal, and mark the entry locked to whomever you want the kiss from.

Offer kisses.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.


Nice, season-ish meta kisses? Come on! (If only for the sake of shutting Shawn up, because he's been humming "Deck the halls" in my head all. Day. Long.)

Comments

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

Pyro! John is so not amused with me, but I love Shawn. <3

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

(ooc: I know close to nothing about X-men so I really do hope it's not too out of character!)


When the gunshots started he panicked. He jumped behind a shelf and heard dolls, toy soldiers and Lego castles burst under the fire. People around him screamed, dropping their Christmas shopping, storming towards the exit.

It took Shawn a moment to calm down enough to be able to think through the situation. He recalled everything out of the ordinary he had seen so far and then realized they were after him.

But why?!

"If you stay here you'll be a sieve pretty soon," a voice nearby sneered.

Shawn looked up at the guy behind another shelf. He scowled. "Well, thank you, Captain Obvious. I think they already made your action figures but the gunfire smashed it."

"Chill, I'm here to help you. Since it's Christmas and everything."

"Sweet! Who are these guys?"

"Religious fanatics. Determined to clear the Christian holiday of peace and love from mutants. Always gives us hell of a lot of work to do. Alright, you tell me how many, where and what weapons and I'll take care of the rest."

Shawn stared at him.

The guy waited for a moment, impatience slowly finding its way on his face. "Hello? Care to save our asses?"

Shawn still stared. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your articles drew a little too much attention to yourself, pal. You know, all those solved cases, Santa Barbara's most famous psychic and so on. Those guys? A little anti-mutant group that mostly acts around the holidays."

"Anti-what?"

"Mutant."

"I'm not a mutant!"

"Let's recapture that. You're a psychic. Them with guns? Not happy about this. I'm Pyro. Now, enough information exchange? Can we save ourselves?"

Shawn stared.

"Just tell me how many, psychic boy!"

With the gunfire closer Shawn quickly closed his eyes and recaptured the scene. "Two on the left, machine guns, one behind the counter with something weird and flashy that looks like a gun from Mars Attacks, another one behind the shelf next to the window, handgun."

"Took you long enough!"


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Shawn looked around, debris and broken toys all around him. His mind was racing, searching for things to say, for anything to turn this into something funny but he couldn't. Well, maybe Gus' face when he said "Some anti-mutant organisation tried to kill me".

Let alone the guy that...

Shawn closed his eyes and shook his head. He did not do that freaky fire stuff. No way. He tried to will the pictures out of his head although he knew he wouldn't be able to.

"Hey, you still meditating or what? Well, that's fine with me, I'm heading off anyway. You're some police working guy, aren't you?" Shawn opened his eyes. The guy was right in front of him, folding his arms, tilting his head in a cocky way, completely unaffected by the the fact that they had just destroyed a whole toy store. Shawn's heart wept at the thought of all the laser guns and walkie talkie's now destroyed. "You take care of the explanation stuff, alright? I got other things to do."

"Alright." Shawn blinked and shook his head, because alright was something really stupid to say when there were so many unanswered questions left.

"Fine. Keep your head up, psychic boy!"

It was then he spotted the mistletoe.

He didn't know why. Maybe it was all the irritation and confusion and the fact that some crazy people just destroyed a whole store in a freaky attempt to kill him. Or maybe it was the fact that this little thing up there was the only thing still intact in this surrounding of shards and broken stuff.

Shawn's hands enclosed around the guy's collar, pulling him close and kissing him boldly, almost furiously. When he let go he found himself able to grin again. "Takes more than some religious fanatics to crush my Christmas spirit."

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

*L* I adored the exchange between these two - so funny! Kudos for the destruction of stuff! <3

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Phew! I'm glad you like it! :D