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! ♥

Comments

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Now, now, McCoy. A little looking never hurt any girl's honour.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Your upbringing consisted of scrubbing decks and holding people at sword point for their valuables. I'm a boy who was raised to be a gentleman from the old south -- which one of us is right?

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Not even a peek? [Because the pirate has already had many, many peeks, Bones.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ he shakes his head. ] Not even that.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Right! No peeking, then! Pirate's honor!

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ can he trust this pirate honour. . .? oh, who knows. ] We've got an understanding then.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Aye! We have an accord! [Jack doesn't need to use his eyes, anyway.] Luck to you, small female version of McCoy! May we meet under manlier climes soon enough!

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Right. I suppose I'll see you whenever the duel is then.

[ he raises his hand to wave him goodbye, but. . . hrm. that feels a bit too comradely, so he lets it fall back to his side and into the pocket of the child's jacket as he turns on his heel and walks away. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack returns the half wave, suddenly feeling mighty despondent. It wasn't a topic he was at all in the mood to think about, nor was the position McCoy would take up during said duel. Scowling, he takes himself off toward the lake, ruminating on the many dishonorable ways he could win--or lose--on the field of honor. ]