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i'm half-awake in paisley print -- i can see the world clearly but i have to squint
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What: Somehow, Jack has talked his way into helping look after the under-the-weather Doctor McCoy
When: Backdated to Wednesday morning
Where: House Seven
Summary: A lot of awkward silences are predicted.
Rating: PG13? Perhaps higher for implications or language. We'll see.
It was mid-morning on a Wednesday and Buffy was still in her pajamas. After her post-waking-up shower, she decided to slip right back into something comfy and casual. It made the day seem that much more inviting. And her evening had gone latter than expected, tending to the delirium-tinged sickness of Doctor McCoy. She probably doesn't even remember inviting Jack Sparrow over to "help" -- which is all well and good, because if she remembered she would probably rescind the invitation.
She began her day in the kitchen. Coffee had to be made -- for her. Bones was getting lemon in hot water or maybe some NeoCitran knock-off. Plus orange slices, because she has made it her own personal mission to get as much vitamin C into the doctor as she can manage. She took great satisfaction in crisply slicing the fruit, releasing deliciously orangeish smells into the air.
Once the coffee was successfully brewed, Buffy took a tray of everything into the lounge. She gently attempted to rouse Bones from his stupor on the couch.
(ooc; posting order -- bones, jack, buffy? sound good?)
What: Somehow, Jack has talked his way into helping look after the under-the-weather Doctor McCoy
When: Backdated to Wednesday morning
Where: House Seven
Summary: A lot of awkward silences are predicted.
Rating: PG13? Perhaps higher for implications or language. We'll see.
It was mid-morning on a Wednesday and Buffy was still in her pajamas. After her post-waking-up shower, she decided to slip right back into something comfy and casual. It made the day seem that much more inviting. And her evening had gone latter than expected, tending to the delirium-tinged sickness of Doctor McCoy. She probably doesn't even remember inviting Jack Sparrow over to "help" -- which is all well and good, because if she remembered she would probably rescind the invitation.
She began her day in the kitchen. Coffee had to be made -- for her. Bones was getting lemon in hot water or maybe some NeoCitran knock-off. Plus orange slices, because she has made it her own personal mission to get as much vitamin C into the doctor as she can manage. She took great satisfaction in crisply slicing the fruit, releasing deliciously orangeish smells into the air.
Once the coffee was successfully brewed, Buffy took a tray of everything into the lounge. She gently attempted to rouse Bones from his stupor on the couch.
(ooc; posting order -- bones, jack, buffy? sound good?)
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The first was being routinely jostled awake by the Slayer, whether it was for her meals she dutifully brought for him, or from hearing her return from work or her patrol. And the second -- probably the most irritating one, actually -- was the intense inflammation in his neck, caused from sleeping awkwardly on the couch.
"'orning," He offers grumpily, rubbing the back of his neck and ignoring the aroma of coffee and oranges slices stinging his nostrils.
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Standing under a steady hard spray of hot shower water had helped wake him up somewhat. It was even better after he'd taken his clothes off.
He'd stood dripping on the bathmat for quite a while, staring at the pile of sopping clothing. Bones didn't need a pirate today. Bones needed a trimmed-up Best Mate who wasn't so much a reminder of death-by-drowning.
So it was an almost completely different man who emerged from Building 4 to make his way to House 7 that morning with a bag full of "medicine." Blue jeans. Sweater. Warm coat. Scarf Luna had knitted him, of course---wouldn't do to look cold.
And Buffy and McCoy might have wondered at his sudden appearance in their living room, considering he obviously did not use the front door.
"Morning, Bonesy! Buffy!"
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She laughed--awkwardly, guiltily, uncomfortably--and looked from Jack to Bones with a slight wince. "Right, doc...I kinda-maybe-sorta told Jack he could come and be helpful. Y'know, provided he actually does help." This last phrase is spoken like a challenge to the pirate.
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"Can no-one.. in this damn place.. use the front door?" He croaked the grievance angrily, his irritation spiking with each word. He growled at Jack before looking back at Buffy with an expression that seemed to say Why, Oh God why?
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"Window wasn't battened down, so I thought I'd chance it. Look at you, McCoy--strong enough to wrestle the Leviathan himself. And Buffy hinted you were all feeble-like."
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Buffy resolved herself to staunchly sip her coffee and not be bothered by any of this, until..."Which window did you come in?"
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"OUCH! See, Buffy? Quite a powerful lad still." Could he remember the things Jack had said to goad him into waking up back at the lakeside? Hopefully not.
"What window.....what window.....OH. Your window, lass. Erm...be right back." And the pirate got up and headed into the kitchen for something to staunch the blood.
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"Why with the Rocky act and--Jack?" Oh yes, she was yelling after him. "Didn't we have a conversation about my window, last night?"
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Buffy was now standing somewhere approximately in the middle between Jack and Bones. She wanted to make a comment about his blood getting all over their tea towel but--God, was it really worth it? Clearly this was just one big disaster. So--like a strange kind of surrender, she pointed the orange slices out to Bones.
"Hey. Vitamin C, now."
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"Windows are for letting air in, not damn annoying bastards!" McCoy snapped at the man, rolling his eyes as she Buffy tried to direct his attention to the orange slices instead.
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"Force of habit?" She echoed, miserably--before mouthing a quick God, I'm sorry to Bones.
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It must have been a good sign that McCoy had so much energy to act so childishly right now, as he popped the orange slices into his mouth in rapid succession and chewed on them thoughtfully, eyes narrowed to slits as he willed the persisting nausea to give him a break.
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"I've brought you some special things what will help you mend, Bones."
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"Your special things better not include booze, Jack."
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"I severely doubt that somehow," He murmured thickly, although the prospect of alcohol being smuggled into the house was definitely appealing. McCoy had been gagging for a drink after what happened, but he knew Buffy would not approve; especially with the cup of hot lemon water currently being shunned.
"Got a cure in there for the common cold? Not damn likely."
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"Dunno, mate--might surprise you, eh?"
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Maybe she could just...leave. But then more punches might fly.
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"Move! Let me see."
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Verb Tense? What do pirates care for proper verb tense!
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