Reunion and Time Traveling Finale

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The time-traveling group returns to find an invasion of newcomers.
When: November 20th and Onward
Where: Luceti enclosure
Summary: Who let all these New Feathers in here!? ...Wait, that guy's familiar...
Rating: May vary, as usual high ratings should be taken elsewhere

The adventure to the past is over; the villagers have all been sent home to their own time. But things are different. The changes of the past have echoed into the future. And the world has responded in the strangest way. Why are so many people here all of a sudden? And why are their memories such a mess?

Who really knows?

Comments

B.) 1/3

[hollower]

[It's probably in the split second that Sanji begins his exploring that Perona tries to make a not-so-subtle dash to the Clothes Shop, arms tightly clamped over her bare chest. Honestly it could be fate or destiny knocking, but right now all it sounds like is two bodies smacking loudly and painfully into one another.

And cursing. Cursing is highly probable.

Thankfully, Perona's not about to give anyone, man or woman, a peek at her chest and keeps herself covered up even after stumbling into...whoever the hell this is. That doesn't matter anyway, she's going to high kick the idiot's teeth out his ass in the next second anyway so. As if her mood wasn't shot enough...this is just going to end up being a day. The better she finds a bed to crawl into and sleep for five days straight,the better.]

Aah! Are you blind?! Watch where you're going! If you'd made me slip, I swear I would have blown your head clean off, you--...you...

2/3

[hollower]

[Oh my god.

The memories strike Perona hard the moment she sees Sanji's face, and she's stunned to silence for a good long while, in pure disbelief. How long has it been? Does he even remember her? Could he possibly, m-maybe...]

M-Mr...Cook? [Her voice is quiet, like a whisper. She had been thinking his name, his actual name, but Luceti seemed to filter her words some. Could this be the same man? Please, please, oh please let it be him.]

3/4 >__>

[hollower]

[And then it dawns on Perona that she doesn't have a shirt on.

8D]

Eyaaaahh! Don't look! [TURNING THE FUCK AROUND WITH HER ARMS CLAMPED EVEN TIGHTER AROUND HER CHEST DEAR GOD WHY.]

4/4

[hollower]

[Was...Sanji wearing a dress just now?




8|a]

1/3

[concasse]

[Oh right back at you, asshole, Sanji is going to rip the head from your shoulders and then stuff it down your body cavity because he is kinda busy flaunting a dress for the umpteenth time in his life DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THIS IS--]

The fuck are you--

[concasse]

[Visibly choking on his tongue. There's only one woman he knows who sounds that irate and means every drip of ill-will when she's pissed off.

And calls him Mr. Cook.

And is staring at him like a deer in headlights, damn it. He opens his mouth, only to promptly close it when he doesn't know what to say. She-- she remembers him. Shit, that much is obviously, and it's more than he would have ever hoped. His mouth begins spreading into a smile.]

Perona--

3/4 FSOFHIDSO

[concasse]

[OH BLESS BABY JESUS YOU'RE NAKED--]

4/4 B]

[concasse]

[No no no no no NO, BAD SANJI. He recoils, slaps both hands over his eyes, and turns away with determination lesser men can only dream about.]

M-my apologies, Perona-chan!! [And lucky for everyone involved, Sanji didn't get a sneak-peek. Perona guards her treasures well.] I-- uh, here, why don't I give you my--

[He's already reaching down to unbutton his shirt... and abruptly remembers he doesn't have one. Because he's in a dress. Because fuck you, Luceti.]

Shit.

/DEAD

[hollower]

[It takes all of Perona's restraint not to just whine and cry and probably run into the nearest available place (oh, what a scene that would be) to hide for the next millennium. Shirt? That'd actually be really nice, Sanji clothes were--

...Erm.

Looking over her shoulder, Perona stares at the cook's attire, her mouth hanging open for a few seconds. Luceti, you have got to be shitting her right now. Did they honestly slap Sanji in a dress and her in a pair of pants? WAS THIS FUCKING PLANNED?! Because so help her she's got at least one ass to kick. But...hm. Couldn't they just trade? That might actually work for the better.]

You're-- [She snorts. Sorry, Sanji, but you look ridiculous. White is so not your color] Your dress will do. We...eh, w-we can trade. B-But if you even try to peek, I'll knock your skull into your stomach! Do you hear me?!

[NO MERCY EVEN FOR YOU, COOK.]

[concasse]

[... Sanji hears loud and clear...

That Perona wants to get naked.

FOR ENTIRELY GOOD REASONS, SURE, but. He still slowly, slowly cants his head so that he's peeking over his shoulder, hands remaining glued over his eyes.

Should... should he thank Luceti for this? Or curse it? This is a real world problem and the chef is torn.

... Then again, she's going to be wearing his dress. And Luceti did not outfit him with underwear. It doesn't seem fair to make her undress first, either.]

I would never, Perona-chwan~! On my honor~!



... Oi, but you, uh... you might want to turn around.

[He remembers the last time you saw him naked.]

[hollower]

[...Sanji's going to take off his clothes. Th-That shouldn't excite and embarrass her so much. And as if Perona wasn't practically melting into her hair already, Luceti is so very gracious in slamming the memory of, uhm...that time right into her head.

Thanks a lot. 8|

E-Even if he wasn't...r-really...bad...to look at.

////

Her wings puff up like a balloon, and the response she spits out is at least a good two octaves higher than her voice normally is. This is crazy; scandalous! They're both in some goddamn alley and they're about to take off their fucking clothes. UGH SHE'S THINKING TOO MUCH ABOUT IT, LET'S JUST GET THIS SHIT OVER WITH.]

A-A-As if I'd look! [SWINGING AROUND AGAIN AND SQUEEZING HER EYES SHUT.] When you're done, drop it in front of me and tell me when you've turned around again.

[concasse]

[Sanji mumbles something that hopefully sounds like agreement; embarrassment isn't a face he wears often, but his movements are jittery, and it isn't from the weather.

Yes, as if Perona-chan would look. That's just obscene.

God he wants a cigarette right now.]

A-alright, it's in front of you! [She'll be able to hear the sound of the dress catching on the ground... Which means Sanji is bouncing toe to toe, bare-assed in the freezing cold and -- okay, definitely embarrassed now, he truly hopes Perona isn't interested in sneaking peeks at his shriveled junk. Not that he's ever have a reason to be shy before, but the poor man's pride won't be able to take that kind of blow today.]

You can grab it now, Perona-chan! [Sanji has turned around, as promised, arms folded resolutely over his chest to keep out the frigid air. In his haste, he's forgotten the rough expanse of bandages covering his torso.]

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