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[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[straightening his tie, Jay grins as the elevator door opens, revealing MiB customs. Damn, it was good to be back. Not technically existing kinda puts a cramp on the usual holiday plans, but being back at work was just as good.

He steps through the door, surveying the room as the platform lowers him to the floor. Clearing his throat, he puts his game face on as he moves forward through the usual crowd of aliens that come to Earth for the holidays.]

Bee, make sure you double check that passport, that Clorithian looks pretty suspicious.

En, take a look in that Miclondian's bag, don'tcha see it movin'?

Yo, Are! Whatcha doin', man? You know we don't let Ziplorians leave without a disguise!

[as the agents skittered off to do as he ordered he goes off to get some coffee. Seeing the worms in their usual spots, he can't help but grin.]

'sup, dudes? See you got yer jobs back. Zed finally forgive you for swiping those smokes?

[Neeble waves a handsat him, "Chuka la fuanda! We were framed!" Gleeble scoffed, pouring Jay his usual cup of dark roast, "yeah! We'd NEVER do anything like thaaaaaat!"]

Yeah, sure man, whatever, jus' keep yer worm butts outa trouble!

[As they shout curses and throw sugar packets, he shakes his head and steps out the door, sighing happily as he looks around/. All the agents running around, Zed up in his office yelling at someone on the phone, some skimmer's picture on the main screen... this is about as close as he's ever felt to having a real home and family. It was just missing one thing...]

((ooc: open for dream hoppers :D))

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[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[the jukebox that was .... always? .... in the corner of the break room kicks on. Elvis. Blue Christmas. and there's a familiar face leaning against it, holding a ridiculous Christmas mug full of coffee]

Slick, don't you ever take a break?

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[turns, trying (and failing) to hide his excitement]

N'aw man, you know me. What the hell else am I gonna do?

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[Kay's eyes narrow a little, somewhere between amusement and deep thought - and probably a fair combination of the two. then, suddenly, the expression disappears, and he's wearing his usual poker face as he nods toward the door]

C'mon, let's take a walk.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[Nods back and starts towards the door] A'ite. What's on your mind, man?

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

Eggnog. I was actually wondering if we could ever get a carton in here without it disappearing before I could get some.

[he clears his throat] But, seriously? C'mon, kid. It's Christmas, sure, but you really think I'm gonna let something like that get in the way of what's important, here?

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

I keep tellin' ya to put a mini fridge under your desk, but do you listen? Noooo.

[looks over at his partner, smiling] Thought never crossed my mind.

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[siiiigh, as they start walking the halls, already in step] Section five, sub-section alpha, article five-nine-blork, line one-fifty-six and a half. An agent's work area is to be kept strictly to regulated specifications, and any and all planned modifications must be cleared by the renovation sub-committee after renovation forms are filled out in sextuplet and the puce copy is sent to Bob for approval.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[cracks up] Man, what're you gonna do if they ever change those regs?

Wait. On second thought, don't answer that.

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

Oh, they did. Two weeks ago. [breezes over to the shooting range and pushes the door open]

Here we go.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

Right. Of course they did.

[steps through the door, eying Kay] What're we doin' here?

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

Target practice.

[and the targets start sliding into place, shifting across a range that looks less and less like New York as the backgrounds slide ... and more and more like Paradisa and the town. the targets are familiar ... demons, spiders ... Legato ...]

C'mon, kid. Toe the line, let's see if you still got it.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[looks at Kay in shock for a second. Having Kay here was one thing. But the connection to Paradisa? It had to be just the dream... couldn't it? He regains his composure and pulls out his gun with a smirk]

Like I could ever lose it.

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[Kay looks as though this is just business as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. he walks over to the weapon rack and hefts up his favorite BFG, the Series 4 De-Atomizer. he nods, almost imperceptibly, to whoever's behind the one-way glass in the control booth, and the whole rogue's gallery starts coming at them at once.

but at first, he doesn't fire a single shot. this isn't his test, after all]

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[doesn't have time to react to Kay pulling out the big guns before the gallery starts moving. In a flash he's firing at all targets, easily avoiding hitting any of the innocents moving around. Legato gets one between the eyes, a shot goes right over Puddleglum's shoulder to hit a demon square in the chest.]

[f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Continuing here (http://olbustedhotness.livejournal.com/1502.html).))

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[the jukebox that was .... always? .... in the corner of the break room kicks on. Elvis. Blue Christmas. and there's a familiar face leaning against it, holding a ridiculous Christmas mug full of coffee]

Slick, don't you ever take a break?

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[turns, trying (and failing) to hide his excitement]

N'aw man, you know me. What the hell else am I gonna do?

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[Kay's eyes narrow a little, somewhere between amusement and deep thought - and probably a fair combination of the two. then, suddenly, the expression disappears, and he's wearing his usual poker face as he nods toward the door]

C'mon, let's take a walk.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[Nods back and starts towards the door] A'ite. What's on your mind, man?

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

Eggnog. I was actually wondering if we could ever get a carton in here without it disappearing before I could get some.

[he clears his throat] But, seriously? C'mon, kid. It's Christmas, sure, but you really think I'm gonna let something like that get in the way of what's important, here?

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

I keep tellin' ya to put a mini fridge under your desk, but do you listen? Noooo.

[looks over at his partner, smiling] Thought never crossed my mind.

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[siiiigh, as they start walking the halls, already in step] Section five, sub-section alpha, article five-nine-blork, line one-fifty-six and a half. An agent's work area is to be kept strictly to regulated specifications, and any and all planned modifications must be cleared by the renovation sub-committee after renovation forms are filled out in sextuplet and the puce copy is sent to Bob for approval.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[cracks up] Man, what're you gonna do if they ever change those regs?

Wait. On second thought, don't answer that.

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

Oh, they did. Two weeks ago. [breezes over to the shooting range and pushes the door open]

Here we go.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

Right. Of course they did.

[steps through the door, eying Kay] What're we doin' here?

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

Target practice.

[and the targets start sliding into place, shifting across a range that looks less and less like New York as the backgrounds slide ... and more and more like Paradisa and the town. the targets are familiar ... demons, spiders ... Legato ...]

C'mon, kid. Toe the line, let's see if you still got it.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[looks at Kay in shock for a second. Having Kay here was one thing. But the connection to Paradisa? It had to be just the dream... couldn't it? He regains his composure and pulls out his gun with a smirk]

Like I could ever lose it.

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

[Kay looks as though this is just business as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. he walks over to the weapon rack and hefts up his favorite BFG, the Series 4 De-Atomizer. he nods, almost imperceptibly, to whoever's behind the one-way glass in the control booth, and the whole rogue's gallery starts coming at them at once.

but at first, he doesn't fire a single shot. this isn't his test, after all]

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[doesn't have time to react to Kay pulling out the big guns before the gallery starts moving. In a flash he's firing at all targets, easily avoiding hitting any of the innocents moving around. Legato gets one between the eyes, a shot goes right over Puddleglum's shoulder to hit a demon square in the chest.]

[f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Continuing here (http://olbustedhotness.livejournal.com/1502.html).))