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

[herotypical]

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.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'll be the judge of that.

[herotypical]

[ she holds the hand out -- glad to be off the subject of the seashells. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ and McCoy will look over it. there may not be any scratches, but he can't rule out nerve damage. ]

Do you feel any abnormal sensations? Any numbness or tingling sensation? [ he fires questions at her as he continues his examination. ]

[herotypical]

It's a little stiff, but that's all.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

How long ago did this happen?

[herotypical]

Two hours, maybe. Not longer.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Try flexing your fingers for me.

[herotypical]

[ she first wiggles them all at once and then one at a time. ]

See? Fitter than a fiddle.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

No stiffness?

[herotypical]

Just kinda feels like I slept on it funny.

[ although maybe someone else slept on it funny. she can't quite recall. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ oh, you wicked little trumpet. he grumbles but does let go of her wrist. ]

Well, amazingly? I don't feel there's anything broken.

[herotypical]

I'm guessing to long as it gets repaired, I do too. Which is nice -- I kinda want to keep my hands.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

How about that. I'm losing trade to someone who tinkers away with machinery.

[herotypical]

Next time I lose a limb, I'll come straight to you.

[ wow she had not intended for that to sound so gross. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ he's not so grossed out. ]

Glad to hear it.

[herotypical]

[ of course, there is a medical consideration she would like to discuss with the doctor. what with all these candles and...well, now wouldn't be the time even if she did feel up to asking him. ]


For what it's worth, pretty much everyone's been intent to bring the Buffybot to you. They all think it's me after a head-injury.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy will snap those candles so fast if he heard what happened in here. ]

Is that supposed to make me feel any better? [ it does though. ]

[herotypical]

[ but it was so sweet and not at all torrid. ]

That was kinda why I said it.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You're only sweet on me when you want something.

[ j'accuse. ]

[herotypical]

That's not entirely, always true.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

But mostly.

[herotypical]

I'm not looking for anything right now.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

All right. But the next time you want to meditate? [ he waves the candles bunched up in his fist at her. ] Do it with something that won't end up with the entire house burning down.

1/2

[herotypical]

Bones...you don't meditate with candles. These aren't even particularly --

[ she pauses. ]