it's such a cold day down here in hell; & it's a ways to heaven

[ruinously]

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Raleigh Becket, & YOU!
LOCATION: Various!
DATE: All through December
CONTENT: A catch all for both Raleigh & Dean, feel free to tag in.
WARNINGS: n/a for now, will warn in subject lines if it comes up.





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mistletoe - open

[ruinously]

[ Dean can be found carefully affixing mistletoe above various doorways and in every corner of the station, meticulous in his task. It’s Christmas, this is important - and this year, he’s gonna celebrate properly, with drinks and tinsel and eggnog and an ugly ass sweater that he’s currently sporting - and he's gonna celebrate with actual human beings (mostly), dammit.

It's been a while.

If ever.

When's the last time he and Sam did anything like this? The Christmas before his vacation in Hell hardly counts - it was sad and depressing and he was scared shitless (rightly so).

At any rate - he's busy, and can either be found hanging it...

Or under it. ]

[winscenario]

[ Jim isn't too upset about the mistletoe, all in all. It's a lovely tradition in his own honest opinion, for what has somehow managed to survive the test of time all the way to the 23rd century when it comes to an equal parts religious and capitalist Holiday.

He likes Christmas regardless. Or the Winter festivities, more generally speaking, though he hasn't ever celebrated anything like it in his life.

Anyway, he pauses as he makes it around a corner and to the doorway leading to the mess hall, only to find a (cute) guy in what's possibly the ugliest fucking sweater he's ever seen in his life, having just finished hanging that mistletoe over the door. ]

Ah. So you're the culprit.

what are your fourth wall prefs 👀

[ruinously]

[ It could be worse, somehow. Dean is sure of it. Mistletoe is one of the more innocent pranks a person could pull - plus, it seems like people have been taking advantage of it - he sure has, when the opportunity has presented itself.

Like Skywalker. Boy oh boy oh boy, Dean’s whole life has been made.

At any rate - yes, he’s certainly the culprit, caught red handed taping another piece firmly in place, and he turns, cheeks flushed pink, lips twisted in a guilty grin. ]

You got me.

I'm cool with it!! Just don't tell him he's fictional and we're golden ♥

[winscenario]

[ Oh, it definitely could be worse. In fact Jim doesn't think this is bad at all, it's pretty great so far as excuses go to get to kiss anyone. Within reason, of course— forcing anyone is absolutely out of the question. ]

I certainly have. [ He steps up to Dean, hand resting on the doorframe, head tilting with an appraising look. ] Right under the mistletoe too, just my luck.

yisssss

[ruinously]

[ Oh yeah, Dean isn't in the business of forced kisses. Who wants to do that? ]

Not that I'm hard to pick out of a crowd.

[ Dean straightens his sweater (it's terrible, it's hideous, he loves it), and flashes a little grin, because who doesn't enjoy living out all their closeted dreams on a spaceship where no one seems to care? ]

It's your lucky day.

[winscenario]

In that sweater, you wouldn't be, no.

[ The jab comes with a light, playful tone, a slight raise of an eyebrow and his smile still in place. It is pretty damn hideous, but Jim can look past it. Or... you know, later suggest they just remove it from the equation altogether. ]

Maybe it's yours, [ He shoots back, crowding into Dean's personal space. He doesn't seem at all bothered by Jim's direct approach, so. ] Feels like we should at least exchange names first. Don't you?

[ruinously]

What, you don't like my 'fit? It's all the rage back home.

[ He adjusts his sweater, smoothing a hand down the front like it's a fancy Armani suit. ]

Could be mine. [ He doesn't shrink back, just smiles, a flash of white teeth. ] Dean Winchester. You?

[bossily]

Are you really, actually just waiting beneath the mistletoe you hung?

[Clara's amused voice pipes up from off to the side, seemingly out of nowhere. She's small and quiet and stealthy like that. Her eyes are focused more on his sweater than on him at first, and she finds that everything about Dean is so completely sweet and charming that she doesn't feel right making fun of him.

At least not too much. ]

There's such a thing as too keen.

[It's a playful, gentle tease. She doesn't want to actually offend him. She does, however, step in beneath the mistletoe. A hand goes to his cheek to help guide his head to tip down enough that she can rise up on her tiptoes. A peck is placed to his other cheek, and she pulls back with a smile. It's not likely the action he's looking for, but it's what she feels comfortable offering.]

[ruinously]

Aw, c'mon. I'm not that desperate.

[ He's just fixing it, promise! Scout's honor, all that. He grins at her, lets her make all the moves, touch his face and pull him down.

Not quite what he thought, but that's a-okay. He isn't turning it down, lets her pull back, his smile turning warm. ]

Merry Christmas, Clara.

[bossily]

Happy Christmas, Dean.

[Her head tips back so she can glance up at the mistletoe, before looking back to him. She isn't sure she has any more kisses to give. But she can offer a conversation. Her hand reaches out to him, fingers waggling.]

Come on. I'll help you hang the rest.

[She just knows there's bound to be more.]

[ruinously]

[ A conversation and friendship -- frankly, he's desperate for that kind of connection. This is the first place he's had friends in a very...very long time. ]

You bet there's more.

[ He bends down with a wicked little grin, reaching around the corner to drag a very large box into view. He plucks out a handful of little sprigs and deposits them right into her hands. ]

There you go. Time to create some chaos.

[bossily]

[Well. She can't say no to that. Clara takes the plants from him, grinning. They're tucked safely under her broken arm, the sling keeping them in place. Her good hand reaches out to grab his, tugging him along after her.]

I know just the place. Come on.

[ruinously]

Oh yeah?

[ He is easily dragged by pretty ladies, by all means. ]

Lead the way.

[spacedisaster]

That sweater sure is something, man. [ Says Peter, standing there wearing his own weird Christmas sweater as if he's got any right to judge. He's smiling and seems to generally be in a good and relaxed mood nowadays. He's ever celebrated the holidays with so many people (so many humans!) in decades, so he's pretty thrilled about it. he doesn't even seem to mind fo the fact he's standing under the mistletoe that Dean in hanging up. ]

Trying to bring some love to the station, I see.

[ruinously]

It's kinda great, isn't it?

[ He turns, flashing a bright smile, gesturing at the one Peter is wearing. ]

You're is pretty awesome, too. And yeah -- I guess I am. Like...the Christmas Cupid, without being a fat baby with wings.

[spacedisaster]

I think it makes you look very distinguished. Red's your color.

[ It's good to have people to joke with about these sorts of things. Some folks in the station are a bit too serious for their own good, but Dean's fun to have around. ]

Why thanks, most people don't know what movie it's from, but seeing their confused faces is also entertaining. Please me you have Die Hard in your world. Lie to me if you must. Hah...yeah I think I like you just fine with your normal looks. Although having wings would be useful, I know a guy around here who's got a pair.

[ruinously]

Oh hell yeah, we have Die Hard. It's only the best Christmas movie ever.

[ He pauses. ]

Except maybe next to Home Alone. That's a classic. And yeah, no wings for me. A little to angelic for my tastes.

[spacedisaster]

It's one of my favorites for sure, and it even has a happy ending. I've never seen Home Alone. What is it about?

[ That movie was first released in 1990, and back then Peter was already living with the Ravagers. There were not a lot of family movies to see up there. ]

for luke--

[ruinously]

[ Dean felt kinda (extremely) bad about bombarding Luke with a million questions right when he got to the station, so it's time for him to deliver that promised drink.

Viveca stocked them up pretty well, so he's got a bottle and a couple glasses and he's...realizing he isn't exactly sure where the hell Luke is staying. So. Enjoy the inbox message he sends. ]

Hey, Luke -- forgot to ask where you're rooming or where you wanna meet up for this cocktail.

more open mistletoe~

[unbreachable]

[ Raleigh doesn't really know who this 'Dean' guy is, but he hung the stuff everywhere. It's in every doorway, every corner, hanging over his own damn room, even.

Wild.

It's kind of fun, though -- and while he's not in the business of kissing people who don't want to be kissed, he has no hangups about the people he does kiss.

So if he runs into you coming through a door while he's distracted, lost in his thoughts...well.

Here's your chance. ]

sometime before this dumbass ends up in medbay-

[groupiedrifter]

[Newt's honestly sleepy enough that he almost doesn't notice anything himself. He just kind of bumps right into Raleigh right when he's about to wander out himself, cursing colorfully when he goes and spills some of his soda on his shirt.]

Hey!

Aw, man, my shirt-

[But whatever mild inconvenience he feels is pretty short lived. Whatever, he always gets stuff on his shirt. Mostly blood, but we don't need to discuss the reasons behind that factoid. Instead he looks up at the tall pilot and brightens a bit.

Oh, hey man! Uh. [... He remembers relatedly they had some weird memory-sharing dreaming back on the last mission. Boy, will that make things more awkward? He smiles sheepishly, pushing up on his glasses.] How's it going?

neeewt pls

[unbreachable]

Sorry, man, sorry about that--

[ Get it together, Raleigh. Stop talking to ghosts in your head and pay attention to the world around you. Yancy isn't here, won't ever be here. He's dead and gone, and these people are alive and warm. Dwelling in the past does nothing, the only thing that rewinds is a song, as they say. ]

It's fine, everything's fine. [ Just a tad awkward, no big. ] How're you doin' Newt? Feel like it's been a while.

[groupiedrifter]

Eh, it's nothing. People run into me all the time.

[Or, y'know, he runs into them. Not that he's gonna say that. The woes of being a bite-sized fellow that all the tall supermodels run into all the time. He almost asks 'has it really been a while?' because really, it feels like he has only just left that mission behind. Sometimes, he feels like he's still kinda dreaming. It's fine, it's whatever.]

Sure has. I'm fine, though! Just feel like I've got the worst sleep ever for a month straight, so I'm trying to, uh. Recalibrate. Which is why soda and coffee have become my new romantic relationships.

[unbreachable]

[ uh huh. woe is you, newty. hard day when Raleigh Becket knocks into you. ]

Yeah, me too. That was wild, wasn't it? If I never do it again, it'll be too soon.

[ Coffee gives Raleigh the shakes, so he's been leaning on tea and liquor, but. You know. ]

What d'you think of all the decor? That guy knows mistletoe is poisonous, right?

[groupiedrifter]

Hey man, mistletoe is cute! We could use all the warm and fuzzy kissing we can manage around here, especially when missions take so much outta people. [He wrinkles his nose at Raleigh, but he's grinning all the same.] What, it's not like you don't have your lengthy history of making out with people back during your wild and free rockstar-slash-Jaeger-pilot days.

[Everyone knows y'all got mad puss, buddy. Or peen. Or whatever you're into.]

I'm used to dealing with things that start out poisonous. Kaiju biologist, y'know?

Might as well continue the trend.