New Species Event - Mass Interaction Log

[lucetimods]

Who: Anyone!
What: All in here
When: Today, Tomorrow, Until April 2nd
Where: Anywhere in Luceti!
Summary: People in Luceti wake up as something they weren't before. An elf, a gremlin, a vulcan, or perhaps a mermaid? Try living in someone else's shoes... if they can even wear those.
Rating: Not recommended for those with weak constitutions, raging hormones, shipping goggles, or people just too cool and attractive for this kind of thing.

No need for LJ Cut! Mass action style stuff all around town. You can use this if you don't want to make a post. Or you can make a post anyway. Have at!

Comments

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

That's why I have to check all the shady places.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You could always, oh I don't know, stick to the journals? They usually come in pretty handy when people are returned, you know.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

But I think he would want me to look for him. Anything less just seems...inappropriate.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Inappropriate?

DAMN ME AND MY BAD HABITS

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

We're supposed to love each other, Doctor McCoy.

/slaps your wrist

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ ... it sounds like she must have taken a tumble somewhere, because didn't they break up weeks ago? plus, Jack all but told him they were together yesterday and McCoy grumbles. ]

The sooner we get you checked out, the better.

/so reprimanded

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

It's a shame that Willow's not here. She usually checks me out when I'm damaged.

[ march march marching along. ]

/so dominant

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Really? I didn't know Rosenberg knew any first aid.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

She looks after me. Of course she knows things -- she's smart. And gay!

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

So I heard. Funnily enough, we didn't discuss this subject while she was here.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

I think I miss her.

[ this said as she quite jauntily walks up the stairs. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You think?

[ McCoy asks incredulously as he holds open the door for the oddly behaved slayer. ]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ she breezes inside and doesn't bother to remove her shoes or her jacket. robots feel no discomfort. ]

I do think. She is my best friend. It's right to miss her.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Just... take a seat, Summers.

i made this icon just for this thread :>

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ the buffybot sits at the dining table and leans forward, hiking the back of her top up and revealing a skin-panel that looks like it could be removable.

enjoy that, bones. ]

dflmgdlgmd also 1/3?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ having Buffy at the dining table wasn't the exact place he wanted her, but he could at least take comfort that she was actually complying with him and not acting like a damn infant about this check-up. he drapes his medical satchel over the chair and watches with confusion as she lifts her shirt and... ]

2/3

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

3/3

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

What the hell is that?

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

My control panel. [ her voice is muffled against the table. it doesn't look like a comfy position -- she apparently doesn't care. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ and McCoy is just stunned by this revelation. ]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ she takes his silence as a sign of something horrible. ]

Is something wrong?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy really doesn't want to touch that panel, but he has to know. the doctor leans forward and his fingers hover over it before he finally taps it. oh god, please be warm and soft and flesh like it damn well should be. ]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ she twitches. pure reaction. the panel is cold and hard and metal. this is definitely not buffy summers. not the right one. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ and he retracts his hand like it's been burned. ] Who the -- no, what the hell are you!?

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

I'm Buffy.

[ said very simply. ] I'm the Slayer.