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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[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ it's a newer piece of programming than the spike obsession -- left over from when the real slayer was dead and the scoobies so consistently had to remind the robot how to be buffy. to remember to breath. silly, little things. ]

Willow's going to let me make the sandwiches. You can help, if you want. [ she could be addressing either of them, really. ]

[all7seas]

Tacos?

[i_speak_softly]

[Muttering to himself as he re-removes a few lines of code at a time, to see if it results in any improvement.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Oh. I've never learned how to make tacos. Willow and Tara just let me do sandwiches. I'm very good at sandwiches.

[ this is actually in improvement, at least. and once the laptop is unplugged? the real buffy will have an easier time fighting back. ]

[all7seas]

Turtle! How do we help Buffy OUT of...Buffy?

[i_speak_softly]

[This is sensible conversation, at least, if much more empty-headed than Don would normally expect of Buffy.]

I'm moving 1.2.2 live, then I'm out. I think the code changes are causing the program to divert to alternate stable subroutines...

[He'll recompile one more time, then jack out and stand back to see what happens.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ there's a shudder and a twitch when the bot's disconnected. it turns to donatello, first. ]

...You're leaving? [ a stilted smile. ] It was very nice of you to visit.

[all7seas]

[Jack is just waiting to see if ANYTHING good comes of this.]

[i_speak_softly]

It was nice seeing you. Will you be all right on your own?

[Act normal; see if the program responds in kind.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Of course. I spend a lot of time on my own. When I patrol, when Dawn's at school and Willow and Tara aren't home.

[ so very factual. she straightens up in her seat. prim. ]

[all7seas]

......Not so bad, I suppose.

[i_speak_softly]

[He sighs and packs up his computer.]

Good enough for a few days, I guess. Let me know if she starts getting worse.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Thanks for visiting, Don. Come again, soon. Turtles are always welcome.

[ although no longer in a frenzy over spike, she is still very chipper. and kinda...lacking in any of buffy's clever little quirks. they never translated well into the bot's programming. especially the patrol-related puns. ]

[all7seas]

[Jack is sort of just rubbing his temples and muttering.] A few days. A few days, I suppose. Right. I'll call, eh? I'll call.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don offers a friendly parting wave to Buffy and, in a supremely gracious gesture, gives Jack a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He'll probably wash his hands a lot later.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ she returns the wave, none the wiser, before turning back to the pirate. with none of the scoobies to turn to at the moment, jack's the closest thing that resembles authority in this situation. poor, broken bot.

later -- once the experiment is done -- buffy will have to remember don's patience and thank him. and possibly apologize. ]

[all7seas]

[Geez, Don, he's not THAT filthy. That would be Scruffington you're thinking of. But Jack is very grateful the turtle came along, in any case.]

Better, Buffy?

[Not very hopeful-sounding.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ the robot is quick to re-arrange her top and hide the control panel. she has to be buffy. you can't be buffy with a control panel on display. ]

That was very refreshing. [ ... ] Would you like something refreshing too? [ a quick protocol search and... ] Tara likes a tall, cold glass of milk. Would you like a tall, cold glass of milk? [ for some reason, she has decided that what tara likes jack will also like. ]

[all7seas]

For some strange reason, I don't actually. [So much curdled milk at his house.] I'd really rather have you back in the closet.

[Buffy, where ARE you?]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

It's a little cramped in there.

[ and yet, she stands. seemingly compliant. ]

[all7seas]

But all the lovely shoes, eh? [Now he tries to take her hands so he can lead her back to the room.] And...and safe.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

The shoes are lovely. I have great taste.

[ with trust given a little too freely, the robot takes the pirate's hands. ]

[all7seas]

[Ugh, it feels...so unnatural. So not-Buffy. But Sparrow continues to guide her back to the closet, breathing a sigh of relief when they finally reach their destination.] Now you've just got to stay inside until Spike gives the good word, eh? Lets you out.

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ she blinks a few times. the vampire's name holds far less sway over her coding, now. ]

...But what about tonight's patrol?

[all7seas]

Cancelled, actually, on account of...we're...clean out of wooden stakes. Not even a splinter. So? You? Stay here. [He will attempt to close the doors again, now.]