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y'all know what this is for....

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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Sure thing, 'Lucky'.

[And now we have food. Derek will wait juuuuust long enough to be polite and let Buffy have the first piece.]

[ she loads her plate up with a slice -- but leaves it for the moment in favour of some sipped coke. ]

So, human-boy. [ she smiles. ] I mean...I'm assuming that's the current case 'cause I'm not getting any vamp-tingles on the spine.

Yeah, I'm human again. Can't smell anything like I could...or hear it, either. My pulse's even back up to 62. Definitely feeling the cold, too.

[Derek is loading his plate down like he hasn't seen food in a month...which is probably pretty close to right. Getting between him and the pizza is probably a bad idea right now.]

That's a relief. It's kinda creepy, knowing people are smelling you. Seriously.

[ look at her, trying to eat daintily when anyone who has known her for long realizes she has a terrifying appetite thanks to all that exertion. ]

Sorry. It was just...well.

Yeah.

[Creepy. but natural at the time.]

[Derek does not bother with 'delicate'. And he'll keep eyeballing Buffy's plate, too. It's either a threat of imminent eating of her share, or his silent way of telling her to loosen up and just eat.

Hey -- I've dealt with it way before you. Two vampire exes, remember? Though...one still very much in the no longer an ex category.

Glad to hear it's still going all right. Also glad he doesn't have it like me.

[Yes, that's Derek's concession to the fact that he probably won't stay this way.]

Sure you won't try an anchovie?

Yep. All right is definitely the way that it's going. [ okay so that answer was just a touch too glossy. and even if she doesn't really want the anchovy, she holds out a hand. ]

Fine -- lay it on me.

Here you go.

[He generously hands Buffy three before decorating his own slice with a few more.]

Three? A whole three?

[ she stares at them in her hand like it's a bad dream. ]

You don't have to eat all of them...it's just in case you decide you like them.

If you don't, no harm done.

Right, right.

[ she tentatively takes the teeniest nibble out of the first and...oh. face. sorta like that face she pulled back when you both got whiskey'd up. ]

[Derek chuckles.]

It's better if you chase it with beer. 'Course...you gotta like beer for that to work.

Ew, double gross. I think I'll stick with me non-anchovied slice and coke. Brownie points for trying, though?

Sure thing.

[He'll take another bite of pizza, enjoying every minute of it.]

...You know, if this doesn't last, we really need to find a way to...at least get it back under control. Been playing with the idea of staying in the tunnels, but I don't know how much good that would do.

[ okay. she takes another bite, mulling it over. serious mode. ]

...I've heard that John can reverse the things that happen after death, here. [ so she's been doing a little boning up. ] But I'm not sure if you want to trust him.

Yeah, that's the rub, isn't it? 'Sides, part of the problem is that I lost a little more of my soul when I died. Should've lost it all, but I didn't. They brought back what was left of me after that fight.

[Derek eats a little more, looking thoughtful]

Dunno why it's reversed right now, but I know that's part of what's still missing. They just managed to alter my body. Not so sure John could do any better.

Maybe he can make the alteration permanent. [ still, she isn't so sure she'd trust him either. ]

...maybe. Although if that were the case, I'm pretty sure someone would have already done it so that I didn't go on an all night feeding frenzy at some point.

I don't know. You've been playing it close to the chest -- and I get that they monitor us, but...but maybe they don't realize just how close you were. [ might still be, next week. ]

...they'd have to be pretty sloppy not to notice, don't you think? If they had to bring me back...wouldn't they have had to check me out first?

I don't think that's how it works. They're not in charge of the bringing back -- it's just a part of this world. Like the wings.

...Maybe, but I'll be honest. I'm not convinced they're as lost in the dark as they pretend to be.

[Now his eating is turning thoughtful.]

Dunno about John, either. But I'll think about it. Few more pieces out of me might be worth it if it'll keep me from hurting other folks.

And keep you fighting fit. Remember, they want people like you and me for the drafts.

...trust me, as a vampire, I'm still fighting fit; maybe even more so. Just a lot less picky about my targets and what I do to them.

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