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New Species Event - Mass Interaction Log

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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Perhaps he went at night.

[ there is a much more logical answer, somewhere. ]

I doubt he got them for you at all.

[ McCoy shrugs. reasoning with robots gives him a headache. ] I suppose you won’t mind if I throw them out then.

[ with a defensive expression, she steps in front of the vanity table -- between the doctor and the shells. ]

I would mind. I would mind a lot.

Is that your programming talking?

[ a pause, and then it's patently clear who's running this show again. ]

God -- Bones. [ she is glad to have clawed back this much control. ] Don't listen to it. It's...well, it's wrong on a lot of levels.

[ he smirks and his plan to scoop up the sea shells is forgotten. ]

Thought that'd get you back. This is disturbing, Summers.

That's what I said the first time I saw it, too. And all the other times. Really? I hate that thing.

[ she leans back against the vanity -- much more human posture. and she has a headache. all this battle-of-wills stuff is breaking her down. ] Experiment, right? Please say it's an experiment.

Well.. unless you've been turning into a synthetic version of yourself before today and I haven't noticed up until now, I think it's safe to assume this is an experiment.

[ one that he's seemed to have avoided. not that he will brag about dodging it from the way she's holding herself. ] What are you going to do?

Besides freak-out? I don't know. This is the first I've managed to actually be me. I nearly did with Giles. [ and she would again, later, with jack. ] I don't know how long...

Fight it. You managed to snap out of it with those things, right? [ he gestures to the collection of shells on her vanity desk. ]

Maybe. [ she half-lies. she isn't sure she wants to cross that bridge with bones right now -- not if she's just going to fade away again, any second.

maybe she can change the subject a bit: ] It's like layers and layers of disgusto-coding to fight through. Exhausting.

Maybe you should go ask Gem for a little advice. [ because it's hard not to make comparisons to the self-confessed program in situation like this and he rubs his brow. ]

... On second thought, it's probably better if you stay in here. With any luck, that blood-sucking bastard won't hear about this.

[ the topic of gem (and how buffy was insulted by her) fades away in light of what the doctor says next. ]

N-no, Bones. He's gone. It went to his apartment first thing -- everything's missing.

... He is, huh? [ it's hard to be sympathetic since they never got along, but he does try. ] Nice to know their sense of humour is the same as always.

It's probably just as well. The Buffybot's better without Spike actually here to reject it. [ because he'd have to, now. he never -- so maybe he commissioned it, but he'd moved past it. ] That would get ugly.

[ his nose wrinkles in disgust when she says that. seems like the memories of her telling him about the buffy-bot are slowly coming back. ] Remind me why I never tried to knock his fangs out?

Probably 'cause he's just about me-strong without all those useful morality boundaries. Or -- without some of them.

[ she rubs the side of her head. ] Warren's gone, too. That's good. I shudder to think of it ending up in his hands again.

Like I would've let that happen. [ McCoy grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest. ] I'm guessing this whole thing will last a week -- are you gonna be able to hold out that long?

I'm more worried about everyone else having to put up with ooh Spike for a week.

[ no, she's worried. maybe a little scared. she doesn't want to admit it. ]

I'll be the first one to admit I'm not looking forward to hearing it. Can't you -- I don't know -- have someone re-write her program? What about that Wells kid?

[ luckily, later today a turtle will try to do just that. ]

Robotics isn't really Andrew's beat. I'll -- Willow deprogrammed it, the first time.

[ good old Donatello. he sighs. ]

Wonderful.

[ time to fiddle with the shells again. will she end up coming across jack? she hopes not. that would be bad. very bad. and just last night...oh, the thought of going all buffybot to his face makes her feel a little sick. ]

I don't know if it turns off. I mean -- I don't know a way to turn it off without...[ without breaking it. without breaking herself. she turns back to bones and rubs at her wrist. the one that sokka broke and that winry fixed. reattaching all those wires. ]

[ McCoy notices that motion and frowns. ] Have you hurt yourself?

Whatever creature-feature Sokka turned into? It's got the power to haul hands off. I lost it while all robo-cized. Winry got it back on, though.

[ there are no marks. ] Not even a scratch.

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