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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's laughing, this is his favorite form of entertainment.]

Dazzler really wasn't kidding when she said you were the grumpiest person at the kissing booth. It's called a kissing booth, darlin'.

[Why does everyone take advantage of him for their entertainment.]

Who the hell is Dazzler and why does she know me.

Wait, did you just call me darlin'??

[Ryan takes advantage of everyone for his entertainment. He's equal opportunity.]

Dazzler was one of the musicians earlier, can't speak as to why she knows you but yes. I did just call your darlin'. Is there a problem with that, darlin'?

[Venomous:]

Yes. I'm Detective Carlton Lassiter. No one calls me "darlin'".

[entirely too cheerful of a smile here] Would you rather I called you sweetie? Honey? Sugar?

[Holy crap it's a 20 year old Shawn Spencer. His fingers itched for at least his police baton.]

Detective will do just fine. Unless there's anything else you need, you should push on and let other patrons through.

[Not that he has . . . any.]

[Yes. Yes it is. Ryan makes a big show of looking around.]

Huh. Would you look at that! There isn't anyone but me. [walks up and shoves the five in your box-jar-whatever] And now, you owe me a kiss.

[He hates everything right now. He will shoot himself in the head and hope the guilt eats Maza away until she wastes away into nothing. He practically pouted up at Ryan.]

You're really going to make me do this. Even though I'm a police officer. And can make your life hell.

[A little threatening couldn't hurt.]

Oh totally. Because the more you make my life hell, the more I make your life hell by causing all kinds of fun musical mayhem.

[There is very little you can do that he won't dish back in another form. It'll be fun, Lassiter.]

[giant pause of 30 seconds]

Musical? Mayhem?

[leans in and invades your personal space]

I can make you sing your secrets.

[It sounds so incredulous that he believed it was utterly possible in this stupid, stupid place. Last thing he needed was to sing about the small gooey feelings that had recently invaded his chestual area.

He leaned forward quickly, eyes squeezed shut painfully and puckered lips dropping a dry kiss on the annoying kid's lips before pulling back seconds later.]

There.

[leans back with a smug, self-satisfied smirk]

See, Lassie? Was that really so hard?

[Stares at him in shock.]

Did you just call me--

[Slams hand down on the booth, barking in his best police voice]
GET OUT OF HERE!

[Totally laughing forever, so so sorry. Stuffs another five in your box/jar/whatever and walks off. He waves and looks over his shoulder, still wearing that totally self-satisfied smirk.]

Thanks for showing me a good time, Lassie.

[He watched him put the extra five in the box and stared at him vacantly as he walked away.

He was having a fever severe feeling he just experienced a time paradox.

He sat back in his chair and rubbed at his face with his hands.]