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ximilialog2021-12-08 12:04 pm
ruinously) wrote in ximilialog2021-12-08 12:04 pm
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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.
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.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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.
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.
[ 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.
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
2021-12-09 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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.
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.]
[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.]
[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?
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?
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.
Trying to bring some love to the station, I see.
[ 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.
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.
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.
[ 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.
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?
[ 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?
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.
[ 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.
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.]
[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.]
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?
[ 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?
I can think of a number of things that would look much better on you.
[ Amused by Dean's persistence, he decides to let it go. He offers his hand instead, ostensibly for a handshake, but he's just gonna let his hold linger if Dean takes it. ]
James T. Kirk. Pleasure to meet you, Dean.
[ Amused by Dean's persistence, he decides to let it go. He offers his hand instead, ostensibly for a handshake, but he's just gonna let his hold linger if Dean takes it. ]
James T. Kirk. Pleasure to meet you, Dean.
Like what?
[ He'll stick his hand right out, though he does a double take at the name, swallowing his shock down. Chill, Dean. You embarrassed the hell outta Luke. Calm those perky nipples. ]
It's a pleasure, James. Or...do you prefer Jim? Or are you a last name kinda guy?
[ He'll stick his hand right out, though he does a double take at the name, swallowing his shock down. Chill, Dean. You embarrassed the hell outta Luke. Calm those perky nipples. ]
It's a pleasure, James. Or...do you prefer Jim? Or are you a last name kinda guy?
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.
[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.
Like absolutely nothing, for one.
[ Can never get too blunt when it comes to Captain Kirk, apparently. Surprise Dean, he's somehow even more shameless than you probably remember. ]
Jim will do nicely. I prefer being on a first name basis with anyone I'm about to make out with.
[ Can never get too blunt when it comes to Captain Kirk, apparently. Surprise Dean, he's somehow even more shameless than you probably remember. ]
Jim will do nicely. I prefer being on a first name basis with anyone I'm about to make out with.
[ Oh, good. Jim absolutely loves making people blush like that, especially big, grown-ass men. Looks cute on Dean. ]
For what it's worth, I'm very good at making things not awkward.
[ Also very good at getting straight to the point, and it's around now he decides there has been enough chatting for the time being. He cups Dean's face in his hands, then guides him in gently as he leans in to meet him halfway for a kiss. ]
For what it's worth, I'm very good at making things not awkward.
[ Also very good at getting straight to the point, and it's around now he decides there has been enough chatting for the time being. He cups Dean's face in his hands, then guides him in gently as he leans in to meet him halfway for a kiss. ]
[ Dean is thanking his lucky stars he's already done this with another guy so he's far, far less nervous about it. White teeth flash when he smiles, because he can appreciate someone who doesn't bullshit around -- he's always liked that in women, and he's finding he likes it in men, too.
A lot. Who knew.
He leans right in, meeting Jim in the middle, lips parted, kiss light, sweet - to start, anyway. ]
A lot. Who knew.
He leans right in, meeting Jim in the middle, lips parted, kiss light, sweet - to start, anyway. ]
[ 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?
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?
[ Jim has never known how to be shy, and subtlety isn't one of his strongest suits either. Besides, Dean was the one putting up all the mistletoe, so to him that means he wants to be kissed.
If he wondered even briefly about that interest being reciprocated, that worry is gone when Dean kisses him back. One hand rests on Dean's neck, while the other slides down to settle on his waist, parting his own lips and just barely dipping the tip of his tongue to touch the space between Dean's lips. ]
If he wondered even briefly about that interest being reciprocated, that worry is gone when Dean kisses him back. One hand rests on Dean's neck, while the other slides down to settle on his waist, parting his own lips and just barely dipping the tip of his tongue to touch the space between Dean's lips. ]
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