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Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: Avengers/Police First Annual Carnival ~~and Shenanigans~~
Where: Central Park
When: Saturday and Sunday
Warning: TBD
Summary: here
Format: Para to start and then quicklog -- tag yourselves in!

Staying awake for nearly 48 hours was nothing new to Janet. She had been a graduate student, once, not too long ago, and there was a time right before her dissertations were due that she stayed awake for nearly five days on nothing but coffee grinds and a prayer. Everyone had just finished setting up for the carnival-- food stands, a stage, everything colorfully decorated, and some reporters hanging around-- and Jan, in all of her OCD glory was triple checking every piece of wood, nail, and screw.

It wasn't terribly large but there were a fair number of booths and people who couldn't wait to dunk, watch eat pie, or kiss some of their city's finest. Janet was pretty sure that every old lady in the city would give their meds and cane to have a chance to kiss Tony Stark.

Tiredness was starting to hit her but it was overwhelmed by anxiety. If anything went wrong, it was going to be completely on her. So far, so good but she didn't want to jinx it.

Jan took a sip of her eighteenth cup of coffee and said a little prayer to any deity listening.

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[He blinked away his blank staring and looked up at her, eyebrows rising in query.]

Selina. I didn't take you for the carnival type. Unless you're here to pilfer all the cotton candy.

[ Leans over a bit, still smiling. ]

Shouldn't you be more polite to prospective customers?

[ The tiniest bit more serious. ]

How'd you get stuck with this gig anyway?

[His eyebrows possibly arched even higher.]

Depends on how much you'll give for a [pause, not a suave pause, an awkward "oh god why am I at this damn booth" pause] kiss.

[expression darkens]
Maza. The power's gone to her head. I think she's going rogue.

What's the going rate?

[ Smile grows, if possible. ]

I always did like Elisa.

I don't know, a dollar?

[Though surely, he thought, he was worth more than 8 bits.

His frown turned from thoughts of Maza to Selina.]

Yeah, you would.

[Stupid women.]

That's not a lot for charity.

[ She takes a seat on the corner of the table. ]

You're not jealous that Tony has a longer line, are you?

[ Tony indeed has a long line, which Selina seems to be the only one talking to Lassiter. ]

No it's not, but I don't think anyone will yell if you donated more

[He glanced at his empty money box. Then, of course, she had to bring up Stark, so his eyes turned to glare enviously at him. Not that he really wanted to kiss so many people, but just the sheer fact he had so many and Lassi had none--one--whatever was a bit unflattering.]

I'm not jealous of--

[He turned back toward her and was surprised to see her on the table]

--oh! uh, hello, yeah, so not jealous of trading a hundred different strains of flu and mouth herpes.

You make it sound so enticing.

[ She slips a dollar out of her purse and puts it in the money box. ]

Tell you what, I'll donate more based on how good the kiss is.

It's a filthy carnival practice, I'm surprised health services allowed us to do it.

[At her suggestion he could only really gape at her, stunned, mouth hanging open. Syllables escaped his throat, but nothing very definitive, until he swallowed hard, eyes darting around the perimeter.]

That's not putting me on the spot or anything. . . .

[ She just laughs. Because in some ways, she's really a terrible person. ]

Not up to the challenge, then?

[She really, really is. It cannot be stated enough.

His stunned look turned into a serious business kind of glare. Now it's a challenge, is it?]

I never back down from a challenge.

[Part of his mind thought now he owed Shawn more than the DVD set of "The Mentalist" now. Maybe the first season of "Medium," too. But one cannot simply back down from a challenge.]

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[ Leans forward, but stops a couple inches away from his face. After all, she made the first move by paying... ]

That's always good to hear.

[Of course, she was going to make this more difficult than it needed be.

He puckered his lips, closed his eyes and covered the distance. Which may seem like he was utterly disgusted by kissing Selina, but that's not the case. That's just how he kisses when he has to think about kissing someone.

He's kinda awkward.]

[ Selina's not awkward. In fact, she's quite good at this. Maybe that will help him loosen up a bit. ]

[If anything you can't kiss Catwoman and say you were a deadfish about it. He was sure Shawn would press for details later on anyway. He softened under the kiss and leaned more into it, but he remained a proper gentleman about it.]

[ She could push further, but really, she's tormented the poor man enough. She breaks the kiss and straightens, though she remains seated on the table. ]

Mm. Not terrible.

[When she broke it he came back to himself enough to realise he was probably redfaced, maybe even redeared. Trying not to grin nervously, he hemmed and straightened his tie.]

Thank you. Your kiss was worth more than a dollar, too.

Oh, I'm well aware.

[ She's waltzed away with priceless jewelry with little more than a kiss and a spritz of the right perfume. ]

[ Shawn is berating Tony when he looks over at Lassiter's table again to see Selina locking lips with the detective. His left eye twitches, he frowns for half a second before wiping all these disgusting hints off him and waving Tony goodbye. He makes a beeline for Lassie's kissing booth and launches himself into the detective's lap, arms around his neck. ]

Hey Lassie! ...Catwoman.

[ Oh, there's bitchiness there. Yet, Shawn is grinning impishly and focusing entirely on the detective. ]

Miss me?

[ Because he doesn't know how to be subtle/control himself/not be a nuisance, he smacks a big kiss on Lassie's lips like they've been separated for 10+ years and Lassie just came back from his sailor voyage and Shawn was in a dress on the shore weeping into a handkerchi--no. What. No. He pulls back with a loud POP and turns his evil grin on Selina. ]

Hey, Catwoman. Guess what.

[Lassiter sat there, blank, mind trying to catch up to what the hell just happened in such a short amount of time.]

[ If anything, Selina looks more amused, particularly at the expression on Lassiter's face. ]

It's Selina. And what?

[ Time to restore Lassiter's manliness! You'll thank him later, Carlton. ]

I just kissed you. Kissed you by-kissing-Lassiter kissed you. Shawn Spencer kissed Catwoman. All over here. I have witnesses.

[No, he's going to beat you upside the head later.

He began to shove Shawn, trying to get him off him before he got too comfortable and decided to spend the rest of the carnival in his lap. Once off him he snapped:]

That'll be 30 dollars, Spencer.

[ Selina just... stares at Shawn. Because he's not making any kind of sense to her. ]

Huh?

Ha!

[ Shawn points a triumphant finger at Selina as Lassie basically pushed him off. He lands on the wet ground and scrambles to his feet, still pointing. ]

You know what I mea--thirty dollars?