Not So Plain Jane - Dark Desires
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x_projectThis is so AU, but we were curious about what would happen. After finding out, it's a really good thing that this is AU.
Manny meets Jane.
Friday night and the clubs were just _dead_. The DJs were lame, the crowd boring and mostly local teens, and he wasn't even buzzed. So far, his evening was a complete bust.
At least, it was a complete bust until he saw _her_. Flame-red hair left down and loose, a little black dress that left most of her back exposed, with a tiny little skirt that flounced when she moved - the better to show off her legs that Would. Not. Stop. Black stockings added just a little hint of spice to the whole outfit. Couldn't see what she looked like, but she definitely had most of the things Manny liked to see in a woman.
Smiling, he straightened his own attire out and walked over to where she was standing in line.
Finding him hadn't been hard, and enticing him took less effort than breathing. The hardest part was maintaining the enough detail in the empathic shell she'd erected to hide behind - the hiding was easy, she certainly had enough practice, but the shell had to be complex enough to satisfy a cursory scan and hold at least long enough for him to come up unaware. After all, letting him make the first move would be such fun.
Manny, for once, wasn't active scanning past the usual who's out there scan that all psis usually wound up indulging in. "Hello," he told the red-haired woman, and as she turned around he got the shock of his life.
He _knew_ her.
Well, his day went from suck to potentially interesting right back down into suck. But then again, given how she was dressed maybe not. "Isn't this a school night?" he said with just the right amount of grin. "Can't be wasting it standing out here in line," he said, gesturing towards the bouncers at the front of the line. "Allow me, please."
"Oh really, Manuel," she said, smiling a knowing little smile. "Do you really think I need help getting into a dull little club like this? Although the offer's... appreciated. But come on, I need a drink." Stepping out of the line where she'd been waiting for him, Jane strode towards the bouncers at the front who were more than willing to wave her and her companion in without her even bothering to use her powers.
Manuel disliked being made to look foolish, but with a body like that and _that dress_ he'd have followed her back into Xavier's and done her in Scott's bed. "Nice to see your wild side come back out to play," he commented to her as they walked into the club. This one at least was a little bit more interesting, with a DJ who knew how to spin something other than the latest pre-processed American dance tracks. "Compensating for something?"
Actually, fucking Manny before she hurt him might not be a bad idea. Jean might just give up and die straight off, and certainly telling Scott it had happened would be fun. But then again, it would involve fucking Manny. Maybe if she got really drunk... "Yes, that's right," she said idly as she made her way to the bar. "Tired of the goody goody straight edge thing I've decided to let my inner demons out to play and blah blah blah. Please, this is dull." Leaning far over the bar, giving the bartender an excellent view of her cleavage and Manny a perfect shot at her ass she smiled. "I'd like a slow comfortable screw up against the wall..." she said. "Oh, and can you give me a beer?"
Manuel blinked again and then grinned. Empathic input was jiving with the words, although there _was_ something very odd going on inside Jean's brain. But if he really scanned her hard she'd probably know it, that cow. "You heard the lady. Make that a _long_ slow comfortable screw up against the wall," he told the barkeep and flicked a few bills down on the bar. If Jean wanted to be a Bad Girl Manny was definitely up for a little aiding and abetting. The warning bell in the back of his head about the bad men in black leather who would undoubtedly come screaming down on him for having violated Doctor Jean Grey got drowned out by the sight of the tops of Jean's stockings. Garter belts. Manuel almost melted on the spot. But he was too experienced at the game the way she wanted to play it to let her know. Tightening up his psi-defenses, he smiled his most charming smile at Jean. "You've got the dress and you've got the attitude. Do you have the moves?" he asked her with a challenging quirk of his eyebrow.
Turning to lean against the bar she gave him a considering look, letting her eyes run up and down his length before she smiled a slow, sultry smile. "Would you like to find out?" she asked, as though she and every other person with half a brain cell didn't already know the answer.
Manuel rolled his eyes at Jean. "I already know," he said with a grin. "But there's no harm in putting on a little ... show," he added. "That is, if you think you can keep up in your old age." He smirked. Something was _off_ in Jean's mind, but he couldn't spare the attention to go track it down. Not without being blatant. Get her out on the floor and make some ... contact ... and the answer would come to him.
In a manner of speaking.
"Think you can handle little old me all by yourself, or do you want to call for backup?" he teased her.
He was curious, she knew that even without scanning him, and at the moment she couldn't feel the vague tendrils of probes she knew had to be there, but if he got pushy... Well, so what. Give him the answer he wanted, or at least part of it.
Jane slid closer into his personal space, stopping just this side of contact tilting her head to breath into his ear, "Oh, don't worry, I can handle you just fine, and you know just how good psis can make somebody feel. And if you use your powers on me, in any way, I will know and I will kill you." The way she said it wasn't a threat, it was a fact, at least as far as she was concerned.
Manuel smiled at Jean with that "Bitch, please." look on his face. "Must you harsh things with your pointless threats?" he said with a yawn. "Your kind of psi doesn't even slow an empath down," he told her, as much into her personal space as she was into his. "Now come on," he said, grabbing her about the waist for a fast dipsmooch. When he let her back up he almost wished he had a rose to bear between his teeth.
Smiling back at him, eyes lit with amusement, Jane reached up to run her fingers through his hair before letting her nails slide around the shell of his ear. "No, it doesn't in the least. But an instinct level control over my TK means I can stop your heart without desires or emotions being involved. I simply would like this be clear between us so we can have some fun without it ever having to come up again."
"Instincts, my dear, are emotions," he told her as he led her out onto the floor. Time to show these kids how a Spaniard teased the crowd. "But your point is taken. And should you decide to mess with me, you can wake screaming for the next forty years. Fear is such a wonderful emotion," he said with a pleasant smile. When the DJ started the next track he put _all_ his years of schooling in dance and his school-of-hard-knocks school of seduction to _full_ use. He did everything but fuck her right there on the floor. If nothing else, she'd always remember this dance, this night. Far better than that hopeless Captain Tightass could ever give her. And, true to the arrangement between them, he never overtly used his powers on her. He did, however, strain to see the tangle of threads in her own mind, relying on proximity and physical contact to make things even sharper and more clear. She was hiding something. Or ... someone?
"Close. Instincts cause emotional reactions, but the actions they cause come first. But, as long as we are agreed, the point is moot." Manuel was good, there was no question of that, and Jane very much enjoyed the, for lack of a better word, dance. Taking him to bed would not be nearly the trial she'd thought, if she decided to go through with it. But as fun as letting him play was, he wasn't good enough to distract her from the awareness that he was pushing his powers, looking for the answer as best he could without breaking the agreement. Aware that he was looking, but that he didn't have his answer yet. And that suited Jane just fine.
The songs blended smoothly one into another, and though Jane couldn't hope to keep up with him on the dancing level, she had years of experience on him with sex and seduction and could match him on that field easily.
Manuel was _impressed_. She was making him _sweat_. And doing it purely with her own body and not her mind. Well, not _that_ part of her mind, anyway. He was a better dancer than she was, that was obvious, but she had some _moves_ that owed more to the bedroom than the dancefloor. Who knew that boring ol' Jean Grey had that kind of knowledge tucked away in her mind? He couldn't help but speculate what _else_ she knew that she didn't usually care to show. Time to take things up a notch, return what he was getting. He had a feel for her now - what she liked to see, how she liked him to move. He pandered to her instincts, to her cravings. He wanted to give her what she wanted.
Jane smirked to herself as she caught the widening of his eyes, part surprise and part desire, and she was more than willing to let him step up the dance. Jean might get off on making other people feel good, and it seemed like Manuel did too, but Jane was quite happy to let other people go to hell if they didn't want to make her happy. But right now, it seemed that Manny did want to. The dance moved closer and closer to being sex standing up with small bits of clothing in the way, and the other dancers moved back to give them space.
Manuel was putting a lot of work into teasing Jean, into making _her_ sweat, but she wasn't reciprocating _nearly_ enough for his tastes. How very annoying. If he wanted that he'd go back to Terry. "No wonder you're out here in the clubs looking for a good time. Is that all you've got, Jeanie?" he asked with a grin. "Americans. No idea of the -art- of love. You think a little bump-and-grind is enough to get you what you want? I'm sure any one of those _little boys_ can give you that much. You want a piece of me, you'd better learn how to work it better than that." He had the feeling that Jean hated being challenged and was more than up for rising to the occasion.
Of course, if he was wrong it was likely to get very messy very fast.
"Oh, come now, you've hardly proven you're worth the effort on my part," she said, tossing out the little barb mainly in reply to his use of Jean's name. "I mean, really, so far you've offered me sex and alcohol, but the later I can get for myself and the former... well, being able to please Terry or Dani or Bobby's hardly that impressive. And you don't even do passable witty repartee." The boy certainly had pride enough that it was unlikely he's simply stand there and take her teasing.
Manuel switched up to something a little more sensual, a little more from his homeland and a little less club-boy. "I can give you more than you've ever felt before. Best sex you've ever had? Pish. Nothing. I can hit every pleasure-center you own, and I can do it _over and over_ again," he boasted. "Worth it? You have _no idea_," he said with a purr. And just to demonstrate, he used his ability to enhance the sensation of his fingertip along the long bones in her forearm, from elbow to wrist. She'd definitely feel _that_.
Jane's eyes darkened at the use of his powers, a particularly ill advised demonstration. For just an instant, not even as long as it had taken to run his fingers along her arm, her tk tightened lightly around his throat, more to make a point than to threaten him. "I do believe, Manuel, that we said no powers. But then again, you always did seem particularly useless without your powers. Clearly, you are a waste of my time."
"No empathy," he reiterated, after swallowing heavily. "Didn't say anything about the rest of my bag of tricks. Oh, that's right, because _I never told you about them_," he said with a smile, moving up close and draping himself up and down her body. He was no telepath, though, but he could pick up that there was something _heavy_ going down in her head. He'd been enough around crazy folks to be able to pick that much up. "I hear a lot of big talk, little girl, but not a lot of _action_."
Sliding her thigh between his legs, she ran her hands slowly down his body to rest on his hips, pulling him even closer. "That," she said softly into his ear, "is because you bore me, little boy." And she pushed him away and turned to walk off the dance floor, back to the bar.
Manuel shook his head. Oh, no. Not that easy. He lashed out with his power, killing her desire to go much of anywhere. And just to be safe, the second he made contact he delved into her deep, to try to head off any homicidal urges at the pass. His omnipresent shades worked well for hiding his eyeglow, and what the shades didn't conceal, the light show from above obfuscated. "It's not that easy," he started to say.
And got no farther as the pressure closed his windpipe. While trying to regain control of her powers, Jean had been incredibly frustrated that her TK would come on and simply stay on until it burned itself out. Jane, however, had seen the opportunity inherent in such a skill and it had taken less than the time it took to blink to hit that panic-on switch.
The pressure around his throat built slowly, pressing his adam's apple back and tightening the arteries, slow enough that her powers wouldn't burn out anytime soon and she'd probably be able to get ahold of them again. Probably. If he gave her a reason not to let it go until it snapped his neck. And as she gave him that knowledge, she also gave him the knowledge that he was not dealing with Jean Grey.
Manuel had nothing to lose at this point. He was a dead man unless he acted, and acted _now_. So he did something he'd never done in the States - he pushed his power as far as it would go. But not at her - that's be too easy.
He hit the crowd.
Just before he started to grey out he noted with satisfaction that his modification had taken hold and, with luck, would either turn her into the club's joytoy or just rip her to pieces. At the very least, they'd keep her busy long enough for him to recover.
But he'd miscalculated. Between her fear of his powers and the new terror of the crowd, Jane's control of her telekinesis vanished as it slammed up to full power in her terror. The vague nimbus of light that had been hidden in the strobes flashed into true flame, catching on the wooden floor as it hadn't in the lake. As her powers shoved out the crowd around her were thrown into the walls and furniture as the glass behind the bar and in the windows shattered.
And, with no control on her powers any more, the pressure on Manuel's neck increased exponentially, snapping it within a second even as his body was flung back with everything else in the club.
The sprinklers and the noise of the fire alarms covered the sound of Jane's body collapsing to the floor. Of course, once she'd collapsed the crowd, those who could still walk, were no longer prevented from following Manuel's compulsion. By the time the firemen got there there was no chance she'd be recognized as Jean Grey, which was the only thing about the whole situation Sebastian Shaw didn't regret. It took only a small expenditure of his vast influence to get her out of the public hospital and back to where he could deal with her privately.
Manny meets Jane.
Friday night and the clubs were just _dead_. The DJs were lame, the crowd boring and mostly local teens, and he wasn't even buzzed. So far, his evening was a complete bust.
At least, it was a complete bust until he saw _her_. Flame-red hair left down and loose, a little black dress that left most of her back exposed, with a tiny little skirt that flounced when she moved - the better to show off her legs that Would. Not. Stop. Black stockings added just a little hint of spice to the whole outfit. Couldn't see what she looked like, but she definitely had most of the things Manny liked to see in a woman.
Smiling, he straightened his own attire out and walked over to where she was standing in line.
Finding him hadn't been hard, and enticing him took less effort than breathing. The hardest part was maintaining the enough detail in the empathic shell she'd erected to hide behind - the hiding was easy, she certainly had enough practice, but the shell had to be complex enough to satisfy a cursory scan and hold at least long enough for him to come up unaware. After all, letting him make the first move would be such fun.
Manny, for once, wasn't active scanning past the usual who's out there scan that all psis usually wound up indulging in. "Hello," he told the red-haired woman, and as she turned around he got the shock of his life.
He _knew_ her.
Well, his day went from suck to potentially interesting right back down into suck. But then again, given how she was dressed maybe not. "Isn't this a school night?" he said with just the right amount of grin. "Can't be wasting it standing out here in line," he said, gesturing towards the bouncers at the front of the line. "Allow me, please."
"Oh really, Manuel," she said, smiling a knowing little smile. "Do you really think I need help getting into a dull little club like this? Although the offer's... appreciated. But come on, I need a drink." Stepping out of the line where she'd been waiting for him, Jane strode towards the bouncers at the front who were more than willing to wave her and her companion in without her even bothering to use her powers.
Manuel disliked being made to look foolish, but with a body like that and _that dress_ he'd have followed her back into Xavier's and done her in Scott's bed. "Nice to see your wild side come back out to play," he commented to her as they walked into the club. This one at least was a little bit more interesting, with a DJ who knew how to spin something other than the latest pre-processed American dance tracks. "Compensating for something?"
Actually, fucking Manny before she hurt him might not be a bad idea. Jean might just give up and die straight off, and certainly telling Scott it had happened would be fun. But then again, it would involve fucking Manny. Maybe if she got really drunk... "Yes, that's right," she said idly as she made her way to the bar. "Tired of the goody goody straight edge thing I've decided to let my inner demons out to play and blah blah blah. Please, this is dull." Leaning far over the bar, giving the bartender an excellent view of her cleavage and Manny a perfect shot at her ass she smiled. "I'd like a slow comfortable screw up against the wall..." she said. "Oh, and can you give me a beer?"
Manuel blinked again and then grinned. Empathic input was jiving with the words, although there _was_ something very odd going on inside Jean's brain. But if he really scanned her hard she'd probably know it, that cow. "You heard the lady. Make that a _long_ slow comfortable screw up against the wall," he told the barkeep and flicked a few bills down on the bar. If Jean wanted to be a Bad Girl Manny was definitely up for a little aiding and abetting. The warning bell in the back of his head about the bad men in black leather who would undoubtedly come screaming down on him for having violated Doctor Jean Grey got drowned out by the sight of the tops of Jean's stockings. Garter belts. Manuel almost melted on the spot. But he was too experienced at the game the way she wanted to play it to let her know. Tightening up his psi-defenses, he smiled his most charming smile at Jean. "You've got the dress and you've got the attitude. Do you have the moves?" he asked her with a challenging quirk of his eyebrow.
Turning to lean against the bar she gave him a considering look, letting her eyes run up and down his length before she smiled a slow, sultry smile. "Would you like to find out?" she asked, as though she and every other person with half a brain cell didn't already know the answer.
Manuel rolled his eyes at Jean. "I already know," he said with a grin. "But there's no harm in putting on a little ... show," he added. "That is, if you think you can keep up in your old age." He smirked. Something was _off_ in Jean's mind, but he couldn't spare the attention to go track it down. Not without being blatant. Get her out on the floor and make some ... contact ... and the answer would come to him.
In a manner of speaking.
"Think you can handle little old me all by yourself, or do you want to call for backup?" he teased her.
He was curious, she knew that even without scanning him, and at the moment she couldn't feel the vague tendrils of probes she knew had to be there, but if he got pushy... Well, so what. Give him the answer he wanted, or at least part of it.
Jane slid closer into his personal space, stopping just this side of contact tilting her head to breath into his ear, "Oh, don't worry, I can handle you just fine, and you know just how good psis can make somebody feel. And if you use your powers on me, in any way, I will know and I will kill you." The way she said it wasn't a threat, it was a fact, at least as far as she was concerned.
Manuel smiled at Jean with that "Bitch, please." look on his face. "Must you harsh things with your pointless threats?" he said with a yawn. "Your kind of psi doesn't even slow an empath down," he told her, as much into her personal space as she was into his. "Now come on," he said, grabbing her about the waist for a fast dipsmooch. When he let her back up he almost wished he had a rose to bear between his teeth.
Smiling back at him, eyes lit with amusement, Jane reached up to run her fingers through his hair before letting her nails slide around the shell of his ear. "No, it doesn't in the least. But an instinct level control over my TK means I can stop your heart without desires or emotions being involved. I simply would like this be clear between us so we can have some fun without it ever having to come up again."
"Instincts, my dear, are emotions," he told her as he led her out onto the floor. Time to show these kids how a Spaniard teased the crowd. "But your point is taken. And should you decide to mess with me, you can wake screaming for the next forty years. Fear is such a wonderful emotion," he said with a pleasant smile. When the DJ started the next track he put _all_ his years of schooling in dance and his school-of-hard-knocks school of seduction to _full_ use. He did everything but fuck her right there on the floor. If nothing else, she'd always remember this dance, this night. Far better than that hopeless Captain Tightass could ever give her. And, true to the arrangement between them, he never overtly used his powers on her. He did, however, strain to see the tangle of threads in her own mind, relying on proximity and physical contact to make things even sharper and more clear. She was hiding something. Or ... someone?
"Close. Instincts cause emotional reactions, but the actions they cause come first. But, as long as we are agreed, the point is moot." Manuel was good, there was no question of that, and Jane very much enjoyed the, for lack of a better word, dance. Taking him to bed would not be nearly the trial she'd thought, if she decided to go through with it. But as fun as letting him play was, he wasn't good enough to distract her from the awareness that he was pushing his powers, looking for the answer as best he could without breaking the agreement. Aware that he was looking, but that he didn't have his answer yet. And that suited Jane just fine.
The songs blended smoothly one into another, and though Jane couldn't hope to keep up with him on the dancing level, she had years of experience on him with sex and seduction and could match him on that field easily.
Manuel was _impressed_. She was making him _sweat_. And doing it purely with her own body and not her mind. Well, not _that_ part of her mind, anyway. He was a better dancer than she was, that was obvious, but she had some _moves_ that owed more to the bedroom than the dancefloor. Who knew that boring ol' Jean Grey had that kind of knowledge tucked away in her mind? He couldn't help but speculate what _else_ she knew that she didn't usually care to show. Time to take things up a notch, return what he was getting. He had a feel for her now - what she liked to see, how she liked him to move. He pandered to her instincts, to her cravings. He wanted to give her what she wanted.
Jane smirked to herself as she caught the widening of his eyes, part surprise and part desire, and she was more than willing to let him step up the dance. Jean might get off on making other people feel good, and it seemed like Manuel did too, but Jane was quite happy to let other people go to hell if they didn't want to make her happy. But right now, it seemed that Manny did want to. The dance moved closer and closer to being sex standing up with small bits of clothing in the way, and the other dancers moved back to give them space.
Manuel was putting a lot of work into teasing Jean, into making _her_ sweat, but she wasn't reciprocating _nearly_ enough for his tastes. How very annoying. If he wanted that he'd go back to Terry. "No wonder you're out here in the clubs looking for a good time. Is that all you've got, Jeanie?" he asked with a grin. "Americans. No idea of the -art- of love. You think a little bump-and-grind is enough to get you what you want? I'm sure any one of those _little boys_ can give you that much. You want a piece of me, you'd better learn how to work it better than that." He had the feeling that Jean hated being challenged and was more than up for rising to the occasion.
Of course, if he was wrong it was likely to get very messy very fast.
"Oh, come now, you've hardly proven you're worth the effort on my part," she said, tossing out the little barb mainly in reply to his use of Jean's name. "I mean, really, so far you've offered me sex and alcohol, but the later I can get for myself and the former... well, being able to please Terry or Dani or Bobby's hardly that impressive. And you don't even do passable witty repartee." The boy certainly had pride enough that it was unlikely he's simply stand there and take her teasing.
Manuel switched up to something a little more sensual, a little more from his homeland and a little less club-boy. "I can give you more than you've ever felt before. Best sex you've ever had? Pish. Nothing. I can hit every pleasure-center you own, and I can do it _over and over_ again," he boasted. "Worth it? You have _no idea_," he said with a purr. And just to demonstrate, he used his ability to enhance the sensation of his fingertip along the long bones in her forearm, from elbow to wrist. She'd definitely feel _that_.
Jane's eyes darkened at the use of his powers, a particularly ill advised demonstration. For just an instant, not even as long as it had taken to run his fingers along her arm, her tk tightened lightly around his throat, more to make a point than to threaten him. "I do believe, Manuel, that we said no powers. But then again, you always did seem particularly useless without your powers. Clearly, you are a waste of my time."
"No empathy," he reiterated, after swallowing heavily. "Didn't say anything about the rest of my bag of tricks. Oh, that's right, because _I never told you about them_," he said with a smile, moving up close and draping himself up and down her body. He was no telepath, though, but he could pick up that there was something _heavy_ going down in her head. He'd been enough around crazy folks to be able to pick that much up. "I hear a lot of big talk, little girl, but not a lot of _action_."
Sliding her thigh between his legs, she ran her hands slowly down his body to rest on his hips, pulling him even closer. "That," she said softly into his ear, "is because you bore me, little boy." And she pushed him away and turned to walk off the dance floor, back to the bar.
Manuel shook his head. Oh, no. Not that easy. He lashed out with his power, killing her desire to go much of anywhere. And just to be safe, the second he made contact he delved into her deep, to try to head off any homicidal urges at the pass. His omnipresent shades worked well for hiding his eyeglow, and what the shades didn't conceal, the light show from above obfuscated. "It's not that easy," he started to say.
And got no farther as the pressure closed his windpipe. While trying to regain control of her powers, Jean had been incredibly frustrated that her TK would come on and simply stay on until it burned itself out. Jane, however, had seen the opportunity inherent in such a skill and it had taken less than the time it took to blink to hit that panic-on switch.
The pressure around his throat built slowly, pressing his adam's apple back and tightening the arteries, slow enough that her powers wouldn't burn out anytime soon and she'd probably be able to get ahold of them again. Probably. If he gave her a reason not to let it go until it snapped his neck. And as she gave him that knowledge, she also gave him the knowledge that he was not dealing with Jean Grey.
Manuel had nothing to lose at this point. He was a dead man unless he acted, and acted _now_. So he did something he'd never done in the States - he pushed his power as far as it would go. But not at her - that's be too easy.
He hit the crowd.
Just before he started to grey out he noted with satisfaction that his modification had taken hold and, with luck, would either turn her into the club's joytoy or just rip her to pieces. At the very least, they'd keep her busy long enough for him to recover.
But he'd miscalculated. Between her fear of his powers and the new terror of the crowd, Jane's control of her telekinesis vanished as it slammed up to full power in her terror. The vague nimbus of light that had been hidden in the strobes flashed into true flame, catching on the wooden floor as it hadn't in the lake. As her powers shoved out the crowd around her were thrown into the walls and furniture as the glass behind the bar and in the windows shattered.
And, with no control on her powers any more, the pressure on Manuel's neck increased exponentially, snapping it within a second even as his body was flung back with everything else in the club.
The sprinklers and the noise of the fire alarms covered the sound of Jane's body collapsing to the floor. Of course, once she'd collapsed the crowd, those who could still walk, were no longer prevented from following Manuel's compulsion. By the time the firemen got there there was no chance she'd be recognized as Jean Grey, which was the only thing about the whole situation Sebastian Shaw didn't regret. It took only a small expenditure of his vast influence to get her out of the public hospital and back to where he could deal with her privately.
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Date: 2006-04-26 12:20 am (UTC)Damn, that was good. Creepy, but really good.
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Date: 2006-04-26 01:49 am (UTC)Very creepily done, people.
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Date: 2006-04-26 01:59 am (UTC)(MANNY AND JANE. Just. M&J.)
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