Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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[herotypical]

"...So why didn't you take it sooner?"

And if she heard one whiff of captain goes down with the ship then she was kicking him on the foot. And not playfully.

[all7seas]

"I made a promise to Norrington, Annie. No casualties. I had to get them all off."

The pillow felt so soft and comfortable against his cheek. He had no idea where McCoy had procured it from; the other cots only had rolled-up blankets.

"And the captain should go down with his ship."

[herotypical]

One swift kick.

"Whoever came up with that should be bought a pair of cement shoes. See how they like it."

[all7seas]

There was a rather pathetic nyaahhaaahowch as foot met pirate.

"Can you do the kicking and punching and slapping later-like? Leg hurts."

[herotypical]

"If you're alive enough to complain then you're alive enough to get all the comeuppance you deserve for me thinking you weren't alive at all. It's just logical."

There was no logic anywhere to be found in that sentiment. Nope. But Buffy eventually softened because -- hey, getting everyone else to safety? Not a bad way to potentially go. She herself had been one of the very last to leave Sunnydale before Spike's sacrifice and rendered it concave.

[all7seas]

"Next time I'll be sure to jot a little note on the journals, shall I? Just a little 'OH HELLO BUFFY HOW ARE YOU LOVE OH AND BY THE WAY I'M CURRENTLY ON FIRE AND FALLING INTO THE SEA, BUT PLEASE GIVE MY REGARDS TO NORRINGTON AND I'LL MEET UP WITH YOU LATER.'"

[herotypical]

"That'll do. I guess. Maybe."

She sulked rather magnificently, this one. A sulking made all the easier because she was finally finding herself in a relatively comfortable position against the here-and-there charbroiled pirate. Getting reacquainted with the fact that he was alive and relatively safe afforded her the peace of mind to be a brat.

[all7seas]

With a grumble, the equally-sulky Sparrow settled back down. He tried to clasp her fingers in his, because it was the easiest way to keep contact with her without jarring some burned-up bit of him.

"Next time, then."

[herotypical]

"Remind me to get that in writing when we get back to the village." Hands held, then. She lifted his fingers and kissed them for a brief second.

[all7seas]

"Signed and sealed," promised the pirate. This was comfortable. Jack found himself drowsing off again.

[herotypical]

And Buffy let him drowse. She fell silent but remained alert, one arm still carefully tucked around him. It soon turned into a lesson in staying rather still as she didn't care to disturb the pirate with no good reason.

She wouldn't leave while he was still asleep -- still sensitive to her own dislike for that sort of thing -- but when he does wake again she'll kinder and much less high-strung over the whole thing. And she'll leave him with another tin mug of water before finally making her return to the battlefield.

Over the last few days of the draft she will stop by, but mostly just to check in from afar.