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

[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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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ slightly hesitant: ]

My Joanna.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, she's lovely, doc. Beautiful child. You must be proud.

[There might even be some wistfulness buried somewhere in that friendly tone, McCoy.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ and here he was thinking he'd be ridiculed for turning into a carbon copy of his daughter. his tone even bolsters him a little. ]

Very proud.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

You look like you. Erm. Sorry, I mean she looks like you, mate. Very much.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ his lips curve into a smile. ] That's usually how genetics go. Whenever I look at her, I can see her mother.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Her mother? Beautiful woman, I expect, Bones.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Don't go there, Sparrow. She'll chew you up and spit you back out.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Well what has THAT to do with her bein' a beautiful wench or not?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

The more beautiful they are, the more it'll hurt in the long run. Like not seeing Joanna everyday.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Aye, well...you must miss her greatly, McCoy.

[And this time the tinge of compassion and sympathy is very much on the surface.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ there's a low murmur from him when he hears that. ]

All the time.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack just falls silent at this, because he doesn't want to say the inevitable wrong thing, and out of respect for McCoy's pain.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy sucks in his breath and smiles. ] Well.. I can think of one good thing to come out of this experiment: getting you to shut up.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that all? Bonesy, I want to change back now, I do. Bein' in this body is a dreadful waste of time once all's said and done. Girl can barely walk a straight line. No strength to speak of.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

My heart bleeds for you, it really does.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Not to mention I'd love a bit of rum, but the girl can't handle it at all.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

And Joanna can?

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

No! what? No, neither of us has any business drinking the stuff now, mate.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Oh, wonderful. That rules out what I'm going to do with my evenings for the next few days.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Well we could braid each other's HAIR, now couldn't we. Bonesy. I've a thought: after this, we need to do something to very decisively prove our manhood. Whether wooing wenches, or going about doing manly things, or whathaveyou. This can not stand.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I don't know about you, but I've already braided my hair twice today. [ he twirls one of the plaits at Jack to reiterate this very important fact. ] Used to do it a lot when I lived with my girl. No amount of practice can prepare you for braiding your own hair -- not that you seem to have much trouble with it usually.

[ dreadlocks. what are those dreadlocks, Jack? he decides to humour him though: ] What do you have in mind?

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

I don't bother doing hair-type things, as a rule. Easier to just let the hair follow its own will, adding things here and there what one finds and might need to keep safe.

First? We forget about Imaginary Woman for one evening and I bring you to the pub and we impress every woman there with our manly mystique.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Emony isn't imaginary. [ the response is automatic, but it also provokes the intriguing question of "what the fuck is she going to think about all this?" and he rubs his bottom lip thoughtfully. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Right. We forget her anyway, and--wooing!

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ a bit sharply: ] Infidelity doesn't sit well with me.