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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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[FOCUS. FOCUS. timing the gun on the door. Would it make it though- probably. But shooting into a door is stupid. the wood could make it splinter and even with a slug-thrower like this there's little chance of hitting the target fatally. Fatal will matter, because that blonde bitch could rip Fer-

Rip her apart.

Not him. Not him. It's his fault if he dies and it's his stupid fault for having a body this weak but. But.]

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I'm...I'm coming in.

[ it's not like she hasn't got her slay on in a washroom before -- but it's been a while. her privacy boundaries are back up. so she's gentle with opening the door from a far-off angle so she doesn't invade anyone's personal space with the initial eye-full. ]

[The gun now times on her head as she comes in. At this range, even with her healing factor... she's still human, genetically. Biologically. A slug at this distance will cause her head to explode, or at least most of her brain. Nina is sorely, sorely tempted to pull that trigger, but instead- ...That's a wide arc, bad angle. She's hesitating.

No, no-] ...Get in. Close the door behind you.

[It's so weird to hear his voice giving that threat - for that, indeed, is all that statement can be taken as - not because he wouldn't make it, but because her doesn't bother with his accent. Doesn't bother making it sound the way he would make it sound. It makes her shiver a little]

Who's in there?

[ she doesn't step into view yet. she grew up with a healthy dose of don't trust the strange voices and after being satisfied that this isn't someone in the throes of death, she's going to play the caution card. ]

Quess! [That is an oath... from some language. She can't even recall which one right now but she realizes it sounds weird from his lips. No. No. The anger is getting the better of her because goddamn blonde.

She practically snarls out, in a hurried but quiet exclamation-] I said get in and close the door behind you!

[ quess? she doesn't know a quess. either way, buffy reaches behind her and casually breaks off a chair leg. just in case. not as impressive as her scythe but it came from an old habit of doing just the same back at the bronze.

she steps into the room. ]

[And there is a man. He is a rather unimpressive man, apparently in his forties or so by appearance with well kept hair and piercing eyes. The eyes are the only obvious give away to Nina, really, but right now they're wide with something like fear. His clothes are a tad too tight for being otherwise poised and-

Well all of that is less important than the impressive looking pistol which is aimed for right between her eyes the moment she comes into view. at their distance (maybe a yard and a half, tops) there's no way he can miss]

Now, the door. Close it.

[ oh, shit. her heart kicks into an overdrive mode that it had barely touched the two times in recent history that jack had pulled a pistol on her. she had been moderately sure that he wasn't going to pull the trigger. that had helped. this? this is some stranger. oh maybe some stranger. the experiment, after all...

but was this someone pulling a gun on her because it was her or because of the situation? buffy flattens the chair-leg to her side and reaches with her other hand to slowly -- softly -- close the door. ]

Hey, now...those? Those don't help.

Right now, I- [...Wince. She winces at the sound of her own - his own - voice taking that tone. The gun remains in place, eye contact remains consistent, but the head shifts a little, as to the feet. No. No. The discomfort in the person in front of you is practically stagnating the air in here, Buffy]

I... [Gulp, and then she tries to make this less challenging by making the tone more neutral, more calm. More... blase. Yes. In this situation, Fergan would be calm, collected. He would cheerfully tell her how he wanted her dead, without any hint of the rage she's feeling right now. His was a cold fury.

She could never pull it off.]

I would like nothing more than to watch your head explode.

Nothing more? [ her voice gains a slight squeak to the end of it. ] Not even a nice, strong drink?

[ gun at her head. gun at her head. gun at her head. buffy controls her breathing. so it's not like she hasn't down to the wire before. and going straight to the disarm could be bad -- she doesn't know if this is a vanilla style human or not. ]

Look. How about we take the gun out of the equation for a bit?

No. [...

...] No, no, I think not.

[Yes, that is what he'd say. Maybe she should try to act like he would? No. No she can't do that- Buffy's gears are turning now and she can't simulate the act because she's not an S2. Fergan would know what she was going to do before she did it, almost before she thought of it cognitively. Nina can only read body language and she knows right now she's too busy imagining this blonde in pieces to do that effectively.

It was rule one: never impersonate a Klovian]

You don't have anything against me. [ it's a feint. she wants to be corrected -- to tell her what's going on. ] So let's just chill.

I do not. [A simple confirmation. No. There's nothing she has against Buffy, but even a child could see though that. The pistol remains where it is. And now she cocks the head to the side a little. Damn overweight Klovian brain]

[ buffy's eyes slide from the gun to his gaze. his gaze to the gun.

her chin lifts. her breath evens out. ] Then we're on one page that's the same.

However... despite that, killing you is very tempting.

[Is. Very. It is. She keeps picturing it because that's easier than accepting and rationally responding to this situation. Her head lulls a little and then cocks to the opposite side. She never keeps Klovian bodies long, how are they ever used to this balance?]

[ ever so slowly, her hands are rising in flat palm-revealing gestures. the chair leg still wedged between the thumb and index finger of her right hand. ] Ever anyone tell you that you don-- [ she notices the head lull and her eyes narrow. ]

Are you even okay? I mean...whoever you are, of course you're not okay. You're pointing a gun at a stranger's head. That's like the least okay thing you could...but -- uhm, right. I mean okay in the medical sense or maybe in the did you get enough sleep last night sense. You look a little...twitchy.

Summers, you could not even begin to treat this so stop it.

[UGH. Okay, okay. focus. ...Wait he just blabed her name. Oh well, she'll pretend it's okay]

[ bones? he's the one who calls her 'summers' and this week has people being all kinds of misidentified. but then there's the gun to her head and...well, there had been the instance of evil-bones in the past. and he had hurt her. hurt her a lot. but he -- oh. oh, she gets it.

her eyes widen. nina? well then. this truly did need caution. ]

So...we do know each other.

No, we don't. [That was said sharply] You seem to think we do, but really... what do you understand?

[She's telling her too much. Telling her the sort of things she only tells people she's about to kill... well, maybe she is about to kill Buffy. It would serves her right. But the dead come back here. It would be pointless.

...So much fun though]

I understand that you're probably in a body you don't want to be in, right now.

[ her breath is evening out. painstakingly trying to recall what little jack sparrow has taught her about defusing these kinds of situations without resorting to the fists and the headbutting and the crotch-kicking. ] Backed up by the fact that this isn't a someone I saw walk into the bar today -- you changed in here.

Congratulations, you now have the IQ of an average quentis. [Sarcastically. Yes, yes. That would be how Fergan would do it, right? She shivers again, hearing it in his voice, but somehow when she tries to sound like him it's a little better]

[ is it safer...playing few cards and being accused of having the iq of a whatever? maybe. but nina should note the palpable lack of fear on buffy's face. since the gun had been aimed, she has shown surprise and anger and confusion. but she hasn't been afraid. and it goes beyond the lack of permanent death in luceti. ]

I know why you're him. [ barely a whisper. thanks to her conversation with willow she figures she has this thing found out. she's counting on nina perhaps not having made that leap yet. jack's pointers pound through her brain. find out what they want. use it. ]

[There is a distinct pause here. She had her own assumptions. She had her own hypothesis. But Fergan. There's only so many things this could mean, and if there's a reason - as Buffy claims there is - then... no. No. The head lulls to the other side, and she smirks. She's bluffing, but she is an amazing actor. So enjoy the fearful crazy eyes, Buffy.

Nina is in a horrible mood]

I don't particularly care. [That comes out as a snarl, almost. Hearing that in his voice is strange. It's not as painful as hearing some other things though because the idea of him being so unrefined.]

So you just really, really hate mirrors.

[ translation: you cared enough to smash it. buffy chooses to walk a fine line between swift observation and careful snark. she figures the sympathy route won't work here. ]

No, I do hate being in this form. However, the why does not matter.

[...And now she makes a rookie mistake. it's born of being so uncomfortable. She goes for overkill. She decides to try if T5 is still working. focusing on a point at the end of Buffy's hair, she narrows her eyes and tries to light it on fire. A vein bulges in her head - his head - but otherwise there's no movement from her. Well aside from the fact screwing up a little with concentration.

And, success. A little bit of flame sprouts up there at the bottom of her locks]

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