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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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[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Aye. Buffy? [Jack gets to his feet, patting lightly at the newly-arranged hair.]

[herotypical]

Hmm?

[ she holds up a small hand mirror to show off her handiwork. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack takes it and uses it in conjunction with the vanity mirror to get the full effect.] You'd do wonders on a ropewalk. But Buffy: you're not going to think of me all different-like after this, are you?

[herotypical]

That doesn't involve walking on high wires, does it?

[ she crosses her arms loosely. ] Jack -- I don't think different-like of you right now.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[He swivels the mirror to look at his reflection instead of the hair.] So you always think of me this way...

[herotypical]

I don't always think of you as a she, if that's what you mean. [ far from it, actually. ] But this? [ a hand gesture to him in the mirror. and it's weird for both of their reflections to be there. ] That's not you.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Nah, not a girl. Weak, though. Not...not any sort of...[He reaches up and slowly begins to undo the braids.] I'd better go.

[herotypical]

I warn people about you, Jack.

[ the implication being why would she warn them against someone weak?

and then she sees him messing with her hairdo and... ] Hey!

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Warn people? [He continues to fuss with it.] Warn them?

[herotypical]

Stop that. [ she reaches for his hand. ]

And yeah -- warn them. Like one of the DEFCON levels. Not five, though. Maybe two.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack's hand skitters away from hers and continues to try to work the hair tie free.]

Buffy! I know not your DEFCON, but that wounds me deeply. Wounds me.

[herotypical]

Wounds you? [ she steps closer to stop the destruction of this poor hair masterpiece. ] Two's red. Totally respectable. Strengthened security measures. You gotta remember the sliding scale involved where five involves, y'know, the end of the world.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Buffy! [Jack is complaining, now. Maybe even whining. But he submits to her rather than swatting her interfering fingers away.] How'm I meant to have any luck with the wenches if you're warning people?

[herotypical]

[ she bites down on her lower lip while she fixes the braid. ]

I can't win. Either you think I think you're weak or I'm ruining your chances with the ladies.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[But Jack hadn't been talking about weak in that way.] I only meant "weak," Buffy, in the sense of...someone who can't look after himself.

[Reaching up to stop her fixing the braid again.]

[herotypical]

[ so she lets herself be stopped. ]

You...no, that's not it.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[The pirate carefully untangles her fingers from his hair and goes about taking out the braid.] I can, you know, well enough.

[herotypical]

I know that.

[ she does. but if she doesn't act like she doesn't, she'll run out of excuses (to herself) to be around him. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

And if you're makin' them see red when they see me, well...I've no chance at all. Marauding. Wooing lovely wenches. Nothing.

[herotypical]

Fine. Have it how you like it -- I won't breath a word on your reputation either way.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Now the hair is back to its unfixed state. Jack tucks a lock behind one ear as he makes for the window.] I'll be seein' you, then.

[herotypical]

Just...be fair. [ she doesn't want to say good. she doesn't want to come down too hard. she just...she doesn't want to find herself the butt of nasty rumours next week. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Aye. Fair. [Because it's SO FAIR TO POISON OTHERS AGAINST HIM, BUFFY. He swings a leg out the window and climbs down into the snow beneath.]

[herotypical]

W-wait!

[ she remembers something at the last minute and grabs it from behind the closet door -- then, buffy rushes to the window before he's too far off. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack pauses just under the window.] Yes?