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Leon Vance ([info]leon_vance) wrote in [info]omega_reality,
@ 2011-12-24 18:06:00

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Entry tags:*complete, 2011 12, character: alexis castle, character: april kepner, character: brian kinney, character: derek morgan, character: dominic vail, character: eliot spencer, character: emily prentiss, character: g callen, character: john connor, character: marty deeks, character: nell jones, character: robert callen, character: sam hanna, character: savannah monroe, character: sean hanna, character: tim riggins, character: troy bolton, dead: clay morrow, dead: eric beale, dead: gemma morrow, dead: jenna hanna, dead: kensi blye, dead: leon vance, dead: mike renko, dead: nick green, dead: sheldon cooper, dead: spencer reid, dead: tyra collette

RP: Christmas Eve
Who: Everyone
Where: The chapel and then the rec room
When: Christmas Eve
Summary:

Leon had gone through the service much like a real Methodist service would have gone, using Christmas songs instead of hymns, going through the step in a very non ecumenical way to make sure everyone felt included, but really besides the Creed and the Our Father, everything else was pretty relaxed. The important part was the sermon, the part that made him uncomfortable. Sure, he could pretend to be a minister, but he wasn't one and there was a different quality when you were lying in front of God, but he could give them something he rarely gave people: a piece of the truth.

"If we were in a real church, you'd be listening to the birth of Jesus and the importance of his coming, but those of us who've gone to church through the years have heard those sermons more than ones, and those who don't go don't feel any comfort from it, so I'll tell you about a different story and the thanks given are not just to God. Like all story on Christmas, it starts with a boy born in Chicago, who spent a few years in Ohio and went back Chicago. We were Southern Baptists," he said, smiling at Savannah. "We had our church, the white folks had their own, even though we were all Baptists. Things weren't any better in Chicago. If anything the discrimination was worse. I was determined to get out of there. I started my career when I picked a college, but without knowing a sealed my faith. Everything became classified, my school, the military branch I belong to, the missions. Only a few people have seen my real file. Then there's a second life, a legent, a cover, a life that everyone else knows. Even my wife and kids only know what's in the second file. Only one person ever figured out that I couldn't be in the branch I said I was. When we came here, it was just another cover, another life, and then slowly people arrived, and suddenly I was responsible for people who never lived this life.

"Tonight we celebrate the birth of a man who gave everything for us, who died for us, but as any parent in this room and some who aren't parents know, giving your life for someone isn't the ultimate sacrifice. Taking a life to protect someone is the real sacrifice, and this is what I forgot. Some of us have done this so long that we don't remember why it's such a sacrifice, but watching many of the faces in this room reminded me of that fact." He stopped as Savannah got up and moved through the chairs to leave the house. It was time to bring this to an end it seemed.

"You've made this sacrifice, but tonight is a night of rebirth, a night where we rely on God's love and the love of the ones around us to take the first step, to move forward, because that sacrifice shouldn't be in vain, it shouldn't annihilate all the good that's in us. Each one of you has contributed so much to this team, but it's your personalities, your care, your love that has turned a group of people into something close to family and I want to thank you for that." He nodded toward Brian and watched him go, but this had been planned. "If we were in some other church, we would sing a last song and go home. I'm sure you're tired, want to get some rest for tomorrow, but before we do that, I have a little something as a personal thank you. If you could please, put your coats on and follow me."

He took his own coat and walked to the rec center. This was the reason why he had spent a lot of time with Brian, making more than a few trips into the city, but seeing the final product for the first time made it worth it. Much like at the base, Brian had used little to turn this into 'a club'. The living room floor was much the same as the other houses, but that's where the similarities ended. The walls were covered in shiny red wrapping paper. The kitchen's counter was a bar. There were two sectionals covered with colored fabrics. In the corner sat the stage: a drum set, a sax, a keyboard and a guitar with bows were standing there. Brian, with John's help, had sat up lights and speakers.

"I hear someone wanted a game room. In the small bedroom, we have a TV, game system, controllers and all of that. There's a small weight room where the master room should be. The last bedroom is a small movie theater with a giant TV, DVD, computer hook ups. This is my gift to all of you, and Mr. Hanna, yes, you can start playing for the night," he said with a smile.



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Nick/Dom
[info]_nick_green
2011-12-23 04:01 pm UTC (link)
Since Thursday night, Nick had been lighting things up and making things dark at random - himself, other people, random spots, whole rooms. Naturally, because the world hated him, his penis kept lighting up like a rainbow glowstick whenever he got horny, which was like all the time. He'd hid out in the house as long as he could, but it was Christmas and April and Eliot were going to the mass thing and it was time to put on a brave front like Sam had said and go out.

Nick wrapped his boxers in aluminum foil just in case.

Once Vance stopped yapping and they were at the new club house, Nick had made a beeline for Dom. He avoided looking at Jenna all together, since he liked his head to remain on his shoulders. "I need Dom," he said, and then dragged Dom away from his wife-to-be to a private corner of the room.

"I'm not reading any more fiction," Nick whispered to Dom once alone. "It made me get a power!"

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]dom_vail
2011-12-23 05:13 pm UTC (link)
Dom was confused, but with Nick, it seemed that it wasn't so unlikely, because he came out of nowhere with things that made no sense unless you were following his thought patterns, and as with every teenager, those patterns were as illogical as you could get.

"Well, getting a power isn't that bad. Sure, it's hard to control at the beginning, but it can be really cool. I still don't see how the book gave you powers," he said, amused. "And what power did you get?"

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]_nick_green
2011-12-23 05:43 pm UTC (link)
"The book turned my dick into a lightsaber. It was mortifying." Nick kept his voice as low as possible, because he didn't need everyone to know his spooge now lit up the bathroom. "April says it's something to do with light, which is true since I make all sorts of things light up or go dark at random, but is also bad because I made April's butt look like a neon pink sign when she walked out of the room the other day."

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]dom_vail
2011-12-23 05:56 pm UTC (link)
Dom snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure the book didn't do that. Hormones did. That and the fact that you're only looking at women as opposed to dating them, but that's a discussion for a different time."

He leaned against the wall. "Tell me about this power. How do you manipulate the light? Can yo manipulate the light or is it unconscious? The answer might not be to stop reading, but to learn to concentrate on things other than boobs and asses, and then you'll be able to control the light."

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]_nick_green
2011-12-23 06:42 pm UTC (link)
Not think about boobs and asses? Was that humanly possible? Nick gave a small shrug, "I don't know. Things get really bright or pitch black or turn colors. It seems random, except, you know, when there's female parts involved. And, uh, don't tell April about the butt thing. She doesn't know. And she's like my mom, which is gross."

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]dom_vail
2011-12-23 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Dom snorted again. "She can't be much like your mother if you're looking at her ass. How about a distant relative? It's less incestuous," he said, laughing.

"Can you make lights in the air? Change the photons of the air or just solid objects? Try it, concentrate in front of you and make something of light, an object, anything, let's just see what you can do." Hopefully, if he started to train, the physical and mental fatigue would stop the random outbursts.

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]_nick_green
2011-12-23 07:37 pm UTC (link)
"It was just there! I didn't look on purpose!" Nick covered his face with his hands, his ears burning. "Geez. It's April." He said it like that explained everything.

He finally dropped his hands and tried concentrating like Dom asked. He was wearing his tinfoil armor and there were no girls around, so he should be safe. Maybe. Make something of light, Dom had said. Anything. So Nick pictured the first thing that popped into his mind.

A pair of boobs now hung in the air between them. Beige and pink in color, and there was no mistaking that's what they were.

"Oh-em-gee!" Nick waved his hands through them trying to get them to disappear before anyone else saw them. Stubbornly, the light-boobs stayed put.

Nick was going to die of embarassment.

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]dom_vail
2011-12-23 07:45 pm UTC (link)
"And she gets you horny, so I'm hoping that's not like your mother," he said, laughing.

The laughter only got louder as Dom saw what Nick had made. "You know, you can say God or fuck or shit, especially if you're going around making boobs of light." Dom tried with some difficulty to stop laughing. "Why don't you turn them into guns? You should be able to concentrate on that."

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]_nick_green
2011-12-23 07:56 pm UTC (link)
Nick made a strangled sound of mortification, and flapped his hands at the lights, and thought 'GUNS GUNS GUNS GUNS' as hard as he could at the boobs.

The light-boobs listened to his mental pleading and melded into the shape of his sidearm with the same colors. It was two dimentional, but definitely the right image.

Nick's whole head also now had a vibrant red light surrounding it. There was like a bubble of darkness enclosing them in the corner. It was a mess of contradictions.

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]dom_vail
2011-12-23 08:32 pm UTC (link)
Not exactly a show of control, but at least there were guns instead of breasts there. "You're not really concentrating, Nick. You're not thinking with your head, but your emotion."

Dom moved behind Nick and put his hands on Nick's shoulders. "Close your eyes for a moment and think about training. It's a mission we're doing. Your objective is to get the guns, and these guns are made of light, dark light, it almost makes them look like real guns. That's your target. The success of the mission depends on those guns. Now concentrate and open your eyes and show me those guns."

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]_nick_green
2011-12-23 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Nick closed his eyes, because he was making a mess anyway and this way he didn't have to see it. He did his best to do what Dom suggested. He had a mission. The guns were the target. He needed to make those guns to succeed.

It wasn't instant, but the red around Nick's head slowly faded to nothing, the darkness surrounding the corner disappated, and the gun mid-air disappeared. A different gun made of dark light that looked almost solid formed in Nick's hand, pistol grip where it should be. His eyes remained closed for a while longer until he began to get antsy, wondering if he'd done it, and peeked. "Hey, cool!"

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]dom_vail
2011-12-23 09:23 pm UTC (link)
"Cool indeed," Dom said, before patting Nick's back. "You'll do fine. You just need to learn to focus, maybe meditation can help, yoga, something that's going to make you focus, and we'll get books for that, books that don't create problems, how's that? But you don't have to worry about it tonight. Have fun, sing, talk to people, and we'll get the books next week."

He stepped around looked at Nick. "And, if you feel out of control, do what you just did, close your eyes and think of a mission. It can be any mission, guns, a Christmas tree, something that will make you focus."

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Re: Nick/Dom
[info]_nick_green
2011-12-23 09:34 pm UTC (link)
The gun popped out of existence as if it hadn't ever been there. Nick grinned at Dom. "Okay. Thanks!"

Nick bounded off, pleased with himself, and in search of the food table.

He didn't notice the rainbow trail of light that followed behind him.

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