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[inthemoodnow]

Happy December, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, everyone in between and on the outside. As you've probably noticed, this month has brought back that holiday camp tradition of mistletoe. Which, naturally, ain't your daddy's mistletoe, and let me tell you, it ain't your mother's either, and I would know

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[fuckseptember]

...

Okay, you're neither Leto nor one of the carnival people. Is there a fourth double or only you three?

[mind_over_metal]

Normally only three! There was a short period of chaos, however, when there was a whole influx of people for just a very concentrated span of time, and three others joined us then. Including one who was actually the same as me.

...well, really, I suppose there were four, if we count the garden gnome.

[fuckseptember]

The worst part of that is that I can follow the logic... except for the garden gnome, I don't get that part.

[mind_over_metal]

I mean... he was a garden gnome. But the voice was the same, and there was the feeling of... sameness. Except, you know. Garden gnome.

And you? Do you make a habit of hunting doubles?

[fuckseptember]

[and then there were thoughts about parallel universes and a woman-- or two women, a blond and a redhead. Except they're kind of the same person. It's confusing.]

Not exactly. I just thought I'd check. I'm Peter Bishop.

[mind_over_metal]

*holds out a hand to him*

Professor Charles Xavier. And it seems that you carry an interest, at least. Are you acquainted with the two Mr Lees?

[fuckseptember]

[handshake! He sort of clams up as soon as he hears his name, he knows the X-men, also one of the Lees is missing. Also, reading other people's minds is just plain rude.]

I do. And that's rude.

[mind_over_metal]

*raises an eyebrow*

And that's an assumption. I obviously have experience with doubles here, I've met both of the Lincoln Lees, and it's not something most people would necessarily follow the logic of and merely want to "check" about.

And yes, I know, this, but of course I'm going to notice if you're thinking about me.

[fuckseptember]

I can't help it. Most people don't give much thought to what they're thinking about.

[BUT HE CAN TRY. Is obviously not experienced at monitoring his own thoughts, but makes a token attempt to think of leprechauns, which leads to an image of an old man in a labcoat talking about how leprechauns are possible, followed almost immediately by a bad experience with mind-reading... and then it's back to the leprechauns.]

[mind_over_metal]

Believe me, I know.

*chuckles*

You needn't trouble yourself over me, Peter. As charming as you are, you are one of many here and I can assure you that I'm really not paying you close attention.

[fuckseptember]

You'll forgive me for being a little troubled by the fact that you can tell I'm trying.

[mind_over_metal]

You've no right to be troubled when I'm the one getting leprechauns thrown at me.

[fuckseptember]

You should be thankful I'm going for leprechauns, I could do so much worse.

[and before Peter realizes it there are flashes of memories, most of them of gruesome murders and autopsies... ]

... and I am very sorry about that.