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[fourteen]

Who: EVERYONE
What: SHENANIGANS
When: ANY OLD TIME (between Jan 24 and Jan 30 anyhoot)
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: Everyone becomes that which they love, covet, adore, or otherwise desire, and it ends exceptionally well for every single person involved. Hooray!
Rating: Who even knows. Anywhere from G to R, I would suppose.

No cut for this -- this is a MASS INTERACTION POST for the You Are What You Love event! For those of you who don't want to have to post up actual entries in your characters' journals (though you are of course still free to do that), this is the place to be all week if you just want to toss out random shenanigans! (Or more serious shenanigans. Or whatever brand of shenanigans you prefer, really.) There's no real need to state your date/location in the subject line of your tag, but you may feel free to do so!

Please threadjack like bosses, and above all, have fun! ♥

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[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Well I haven't been you for very long, now have I?

[Just long enough to see you naked, Buffy. And get drunk with Kennedy.]

[herotypical]

I would've thought any amount would be too long to be not myself. I mean -- that's a trip I've been on before. [ but she doesn't have to worry about this body double sleeping with her boyfriend. she hopes. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Oh God. No. No. No. No. No. No. And no.]

It's just an experiment, Annie. I'll--would it make you feel better if you were to set about strictures for my use of you? Since you're fond of rules and all.

[herotypical]

[ she nods, but rather than answer him directly, she asks a question of her own: ] Did you get the whole package?

[ she means the slayer powers. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Nah. I'm very decidedly not strong.

[herotypical]

Huh. Then be extra careful in these heels before you break an ankle and I have to carry m--you.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

If it's all the same to you---no more carrying.

[herotypical]

So be careful. You can't just tromp around in those things like they're work boots. Heel, toe. Heel toe.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Buffy---I know how to walk.

[herotypical]

Oh, gee. I didn't know you had so much practice with -- what are those? -- three inch heels.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Not practice, just natural grace and agility.] Annie, if I were to break something, would it heal when my body comes back?

[herotypical]

No guarantee. So treat that like it's yo-- [ no wait that sounds like a terrible idea. ] Let's just focus on you getting back to mine and getting out of that and into something way more tasteful.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

You don't think I'll treat you well, Annie? Erm...getting out of...

Mother universe, she hates me.

[herotypical]

[ oh, god. she's going to have to undress him herself, isn't she? it's the only way to do this without getting wigged out by...what she now properly realizes has probably already happened. ]

Hates you? What about me? I'm definitely getting hated, here.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

What? You're FINE, aren't you! You're yourself! And I'm---

Argh!

[herotypical]

[ oh, thank god. there's the house. buffy veers towards the window. she's not marching this parade through the front door. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack stumbles after, forgetting how difficult it is to walk on high-heeled shoes in the snow. Not that he ever knew how difficult it was in the first place. And he's so familiar with this entrance by now, it's nearly second nature.]

Watch out--it's been sticking a bit.

[herotypical]

[ she clambers inside, trying to ignore the comment that suggests jack's familiarity with this. then, she holds a hand out to him. he's short, now. and without his natural strength or her slayer strength, he might need the extra help. ]

Take my hand.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Bugger. [This is so awkward. Yes, his natural strength is gone, and he has no supernatural strength. But mostly it's the damned thigh-high boots.] Door wouldn't have been better, Annie?

[Huffing, he scrambles up the side of the house with a good hold on her hand.]

[herotypical]

[ is she seriously this light? buffy is surprised while reaching down with the other hand to help left her body double up to the sill and then allowing 'him' to clamber in the rest of the way himself. ]

And give everyone else this view? No thanks.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes...about that...[Jack tumbles through the window with none of his usual grace.] Good Lord, Buffy! Clumsy, you!

[herotypical]

You're just not used to it.

[ she crosses over to her closet. picking out a few things here and there. things she doesn't mind probably losing. ] And just think -- that, right there? Is pretty much basically me when you first tried to maraud me. The day of the famous tacoing.

[ she'll let that sink in a bit. deslayered, then. he probably could have taken her if he had pushed past what skills had been learned rather than bestowed. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack? Is busy peeling off clothes. The turtleneck is off first, then the skirt.] So what you're saying is, I could have had you that first day?

[herotypical]

You missed your cha-- Hey! [ she steps forward. ] Stop it.

[ she can't quite handle watching him undress her in front of herself. so she reaches out to grab an arm. ] Just...God, let me do that. My body, right? [ well. no. her body is hers. it's not like it was a swap.

still, the words hung strangely between them after the conversation that had taken place in the way early morning. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Aye, I missed that opportune moment. Though thinking back, not quite sure what I would have done with you once I had you, am I?

[The pirate submits, knowing that now there's no chance of rabbiting off.] Shall I close my eyes and go by touch?