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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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

That's just the effects of this damn experiment talking.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ still, she does stand up and walk. urged along by him. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ her passivity is so disturbing right now, but keeping her out of Scotty's sight is important right now. he doesn't want to come home and find him tinkering away with her. ]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

...I don't think this is my room, Doctor.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Trust me, it is.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

But the window! It's so...sunny. It wouldn't do at all for my room. How could Spike stay in it?

[ what is in the room is a collection of strategically placed candles that had yet to be tidied away since the night before. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ what the hell have you been doing, Summers? that can cause house fires. ]

I'll close the drapes for you.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ it's called ~romantic atmosphere~, bones. someone got a little lucky last night. ]

That's very kind.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ oh my. time to move out. ]

Yeah, right. [ McCoy mumbles as he releases the robot and moves over to the windows to close them. ] ... The hell's happened to this?

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ don't move out, bones. there's a dinner rota to stay for! so much kraft dinner! ]

Hell's happened to what, Doctor McCoy?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ who's to say he's moving out :|? ]

This window. I could've sworn I... [ he sighs. Why is he even questioning this? ] ... if you remember any of this, you should know you're not getting off the hook that easily.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ SOB EITHER WAY THERE WILL BE A LACK OF RADIOACTIVELY ORANGE NOODLES IN YOUR LIFE, BONES. ]

Off the hook for what?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ real food will taste like ash in his mouth. maybe he'll forgive her. ]

Breaking the window.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Why would I break a perfectly good window?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You tell me.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Oh! Maybe there was a fire. A fire by the door!

[ so helpful, buffybot. so helpful. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ ... it's kind of sad how the explanation from the robot is a hell of a lot better than flesh Buffy as McCoy crouches down and begins to clear up the candles. ]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ the buffybot's attention, meanwhile, is fixated upon a little tray of beach sand and small, beautiful seashells arranged in it. it is the most human she has looked all throughout the encounter. a flicker of buffy summers trying to get over the programming.

it doesn't last long, though. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ and for a man who is always looking for that speck of humanity in people, he manages to catch it and looks at the collection of shells on the tray. hm. keeping an eye on the bot, he leans forward to picks one of them up. let's see if that snaps her out of it. ]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ hollowly, at first: ] They're very pretty, aren't they?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, they are. Where'd you find them?

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

I -- [ an abrupt pause. ] I don't remember.

[ a memory conflict between the bot and buffy's actual life. alert alert. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Come on, what's the use of all those memory banks if you're not even going to try and use them?

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

I must have gone to the beach. These look like they're from the beach.

[ a satisfied smile. did she get the answer right? ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ a disapproving shake of his head. no, you didn't get the answer right. ]