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]

Ordinarily? I'd say go for it. But I'm not exactly keen to experiment and see what the corresponding damage is on little old non-electrical me.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Good point.

[herotypical]

I just need to get better at fighting back. Keeping control.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You're doing a good job so far.

[herotypical]

[ except this headache is near unbearable and she knows giving in will make it go away. ]

Yeah. What can I say? I'm used to winning.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ briefly, he is reminded of Jim when she says that and crosses his arms. ]

Are you hungry?

[herotypical]

[ she had a great morning-after feast with the pirate but...ah, being a robot builds up an appetite. ]

Starving.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'll make you something.

[ probably a small meal since he isn't going to risk watching her stroll out the front door looking for Spike. ]

[herotypical]

[ she smiles. ]

I'd like that.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ without another word, he leaves her bedroom and heads into the kitchen and begins looking through the fridge for any left-overs. hah, wishful thinking. ]

[herotypical]

[ she follows him into the kitchen. she doesn't want to be a loner just waiting for the robot to come back. ]

This is kind of a random experiment -- I've mostly seen people turning into, like, animals.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Animals? [ McCoy echoes from somewhere in the fridge. ] I'm guessing it's not a "you are what you hate" experiment. 'Cause I'd hate to turn into that pointy-eared bastard.

[herotypical]

Winry's green. But Derek's a hawk. It's all -- I don't know what's up.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

... Orion? [ he closes the fridge. ]

[herotypical]

[ oh. she hadn't thought of that. ]

Maybe? I'm not sure. The Buffybot was driving that conversation and it was a whole bunch of nothing useful.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You haven't seen any.. uh, blue-skinned people with antennas, have you?

[herotypical]

N-not yet? Is there someone here who looks like that?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Andorians. If you see them, don't go near them.

[herotypical]

...Why?

[ eventually, she will come across mulder as one. i think. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Because they may not be home grown ones, but it's possible they're still carrying around that goddamn disease of theirs. I wouldn't put it past those bastards to do something like that.

[herotypical]

...Disease? Don't like the sound of that.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

So, do us both a favour and stay away from it.

[herotypical]

Right. Blue aliens are taboo.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ if McCoy had his own way, most of these different species kicking around would be taboo. now he feels inclined to hide in the house until this damn madness passes. ]

[herotypical]

[ are you a closet speciesist, mccoy? ]