It's the Most Terrible Time of Year [Mistletoe, Open]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean was just coming back from the hangar after giving his baby a thorough check-over. He wanted to make sure her engine was purring as she normally did. After checking her fluids, and lines, he was pretty satisfied with his findings. The plantsuit sucked, but it did a nice job of losing the grease. Still, he'd take a hot shower any day over a creepy ass throbbing plant hugging his body.

He then came to an abrupt halt as a cheery and familiar voice intoned overhead, "

Please do not attempt to leave the vicinity until you have participated. Participation is required. Why wouldn't you want to participate?

"

"Hey! Hey, enough of this crap, let me out!" What the hell was going on. His green eyes then were directed upward. Mistletoe? Mistletoe shouldn't have the effect of a devil's trap or a fiery ring of holy oil on humans. None of his research included that option. Unless the damn stuff had a spell to it.

Great, well hopefully one of the ship's hot chicks will stop by and take pity on his cute features to free him.

....Any time now. Yeah.

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[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she nodded. She supposed she could have had a telepathic conversation with him of sorts - but well she wasn't quite sure she wanted to be inside his thoughts to be perfectly honest.

"Oh, OK..." She murmured and picked up her pace a little. Now he had her curious as to what he had to say about the Seer.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

He nodded back, and nope, he likes his thoughts to himself still. Dean remained quiet along the rest of the walk. He wasn't going to speak again until they're inside.

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

A couple of minutes later Jean stepped inside the media library and quickly scanned the area. Not sensing anyone else around, she turned to face Dean. "Alright, so what's going on?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean walked over to lean against the wall. He was half tempted to salt the doorway, but held off.

"This Seer guy wants stuff kept to the QT. I'm not sure what he told you, anything about nightmares? Needing psychics to help stop this nightmare guy?"

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"He told me that we'd need to train the others in hopes that they'd be able to resist this dark abomination.." She looks a little confused. "What exactly did he tell you?"