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!

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[all7seas]

What? No! I don't like the sounds of that at all, tiny gnomelike person!

[simplestgift]

You'll treat me wi' respect or I'll leave right noo. If ye dinnae treat me wi' respect at home, I cause hell. I'm only on your great boat of a hat right noo oot o' the goodness o' me heart.

[all7seas]

What if I were to feed you to the cat?

[There is no cat. This is a very calculated bluff.]

[simplestgift]

[The creature gives a smug little look, making it clear he's not afraid of the threat, flips off the edge of Jack's hat, and shimmies down a dreadlock. He will not tolerate this.]

[all7seas]

Oh for the----wait. Fine. No cats. No cats and a bowl of cream twice daily, with a bit of bread crumbled in, and a walnut.

[simplestgift]

[all7seas]

Two walnuts?

[simplestgift]

And honey? And no ordering aboot?

[all7seas]

Aye. We have an accord. Now--get back on the hat, if you please?

[simplestgift]

[Archie considers this a moment, wondering if this is worth it. Because it's Jack Sparrow, and the part of him that's not a compulsive cleaner is screaming that this is a terrible idea.

Then again, being at Jack's house would mean practically zero chance of Dawn seeing him like this. So he climbs back up.]

[all7seas]

[And actually, Archie, Jack's house is already spotlessly clean, mostly. Because Jack IS a compulsive cleaner--at least of his personal space, if not his person. He gives an "I won!" grin as the elf climbs back into place and begins again the walk toward Cullen House.]

Perhaps you'll even figure out how to get the wretched smell out of the curtains, eh?

[simplestgift]

[You didn't win, Jack. As far as Archie is concerned, the arrangement will be mutually beneficial or it won't exist at all.]

If I feel like it.

[all7seas]

Trust me, boyo---you won't want to live with it. Like a whore's perfume, it is. Put you right off your cream.

[simplestgift]

I can stand you well enough.

[all7seas]

[Oh, that was a low blow, goblin. Even lower than "mop." Jack 'accidentally' stumbles, jerking the hat about a bit.] Whoa! Whups! Sorry, what was that?

[simplestgift]

[Sorry, Jack. If you can't get used to this, you're not having a little kitchen helper. Archie grabs an overhead twig and climbs on to a tree branch, practically disappearing into the similarly-colored bark.]

[all7seas]

Oh bugger, now he's---OI! You won't get far in life with a skin that thin, diminutive troll-man!

[simplestgift]

[Thing is, Jack? He's sitting comfortably in a tree, and you are without a kitchen helper. If you're going to be like this, he'll just go to Sayo's house and clean up around there. He's sure she knows how to do things properly. He gives a broad grin to show just how put off he is by all this. Which is not at all.]

[all7seas]

Fine Italian silks! Copper fixtures! A little basket for you to sleep in by the fire! Look at what you're passing up, boyo!

[simplestgift]

I'm not a pet, Jacky. [Bonk. An acorn got thrown down onto Jack's hat-covered head.]

[all7seas]

Oi! Stop that! Right. The basket will be private-like, and I'll invite a series of beautiful pixies to dance for your pleasure.

[simplestgift]

[Snort.]

[all7seas]

Well? Have we an accord, or haven't we?

[simplestgift]

I've a different proposal, if you'll listen for a moment of yer life. [Whoa, almost forgot to do the accent.]

[all7seas]

[Hmph. It sounded...different, there.]

Right----I'm listening, small goblin.