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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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[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

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]

[herotypical]

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.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

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]

[herotypical]

[ 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.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

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?]

[herotypical]

[ 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.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

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]

[herotypical]

[ 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.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

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]

[herotypical]

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.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

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]

[herotypical]

[ 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. ]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[herotypical]

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. ]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

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]

[herotypical]

[ what's that...smell? oh. god. her hair. buffy risks palm-burns to smother out the flame against her shoulder. ]

What the Hell? [ her eyes flick quickly from firefighting to watching nina. ]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[Was that funny?

It should be funny. But it wasn't. Nina grimaces. She meant for that to be humor, didn't she? She could have tested it elsewhere but... her mood just was too foul for that to mend it, right? Damn. That said, no verbal reply]

[herotypical]

[ she took a step back. if she got close to the smashed mirror she might be able to grab a shard of glass. more efficient than a wooden stake. ]

Now I'm going to have to get a hair cut to even that out.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

How unfortunate. [Flatly. Droll. ...His head shifts again]

I see you haven't changed.

[herotypical]

What can I say? I'm the lucky one.

[ she was going to say something along the lines of maybe i like me too much but stopped herself. sparrow would disapprove. she is supposed to hold information like that close to her chest.

she rolls her shoulders back. false relaxation. ]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Lucky, sure. That's possible.

[Woman you are too obvious, you're forcing yourself. And you stopped short- you know the reason behind it, but you're not telling her? Unlikely. You're far more obvious than that, you simple, stupid, bumpkin]

[herotypical]

It's a habit of mine.

[ even tones. god she just wants the gun out of her face. ]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

You cannot make a habit of luck, Summers.

[That was snarled. She's angry okay :C]

[herotypical]

And yet I do. Call me Paradox-Girl.

[ licking her lips. this was getting ridiculous. perhaps she should try to disarm him. her. whatever. ]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

In that case, you will survive me pulling this trigger.

[And then, with that little quote as her only warning, she pulls the trigger. It's unlike her to give a warning like that, but she's angry enough that she's being theatrical. Sloppy]