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

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. ]

[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?

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. ]

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?

No. Just...close your eyes and stand still. [ she takes the half-off turtleneck and begins to tug it off for jack. this way -- despite the overwhelming awkwardness in what is essentially undressing captain jack sparrow -- at least it's her doing the undressing and not him. ]

I guess you would have taken my valuables and that would have been the end of it. Short story.

[With eyes closed, it's much easier to imagine it's him she's undressing and not herself. He crosses his arms after the turtleneck is off.] Or the longer story, in which I held you for ransom. I could do with a good kidnapping, just to keep in practice.

Ransom? And what do you think you'd have got for me?

[ she frowns to herself as the ridiculousness of the outfit is truly revealed. buffy slips around to the back and unzips the skirt far more worthy of her high school days, letting the thing fall to the floor and gently advising, with two guiding hands, for jack to step out of it. ]

[Perhaps for the hundredth time since meeting up with her, Jack curses his luck. He allows her hands to guide him out of the clothing Horner picked out.] Maybe I would've just kept you.

[ the boots are next. this is going to be a little awkward. but she guides one of jack's hands to her shoulder to steady himself while she works it off. ]

You can't just keep people.

You can try.

[Again, submitting. There's no other choice, and Jack's not sad to see the end of those boots anyway.] What are you going to do with these strange clothes, Annie?

Well, I for one am glad that I haven't been triple-kidnapped.

[ and the second boot goes too. which means the stockings are next which means...oh, just get it over with. ] Burn them. It's the most charitable thing I could do.

[Jack loses his balance and flails a bit as she works over the stockings.] Aye; you probably wouldn't have enjoyed it. Though it wouldn't have damaged you, like the others.

[ she reaches up to steady him by the waist. this is weird. like an interactive mirror. she rolls the stocking off the first foot. ]

...Damaged?

]In spite of her "no touching" directive, Sparrow runs a hand lightly over the scar on his exposed abdomen.] Damaged.

[ standing straight again, she reaches for his hand. a little too late. the scar has already been traced. ] I guess I didn't realize how terrifying it looked. I mean -- I've never seen it from this angle. Or not in a mirror.

[Sparrow looks down at their joined hands. Smooth white skin. Something about it is slowly filling him with horror.] Annie--I don't like this. It's too much like going mad. Where's the clothes, be quick.

[ and this is why she had them set out already. a pair of jeans (light wash, boot cut). she dresses the life-size her-doll with a kind of efficiency. like dressing herself. nothing charged involved at all. nope. she simply leaves the thong because she's not giving up any of her actual unmentionables and, hey...there are boundaries. but that bra is going to have to be swapped out. the fit is laughable.

so biting her bottom lip for strength, she tries to make the whole experience as painless and nonchalant as possible. ]

[Jack keeps his eyes shut tightly, hardly daring to breathe. Being Buffy was fine alone or with other people; being Buffy with Buffy is just strange and uncomfortable. Finally he decides that the tension has to break somehow, and a joke is in order:] We'll have to do this again one day. Under better circumstances, of course.

[ she chuckles to herself (literally) in spite of the weirdness of the situation. she is snapping the two clasps of a grey sports bra into place. ] You mean, some circumstance where you're not dressed in women's clothing? Mayb--there. That should be oodles more comfortable. And the turtleneck sweater can just go on over that.

[ she tosses him the sweater and takes a seat on the bed. a sign to do the last thing yourself. ]

[Shrugging off the "maybe", the pirate yanks the sweater over his head. It's kind of easier to put sweaters on when you don't have a mane of tangled dreads on your head.] Better? I'm not used to bein' this hairless, Annie.

...It's called being well-groomed and not having things nest in your hair. There. You look like not-a-hooker now, thankfully.

Hmph. I LIKE my hair, Buffy. [But Jack catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and...while it's not as exciting-looking, it's much more comfortable this way. And warmer, too.]

Here. [ she holds out a hairbrush. ] I can already see the tangles tangling.

Aye! Perhaps you'd look better with a crown of lionlocks, too, Buffy!

[He refuses the brush.] Unless you'd like to do it?

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