EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: It's a beach! There's fruit! Love in the air! Classy private rooms in the mountains!
When: From sunrise to midnight! (AND IT'S TODAY! FEBRUARY 18th!)
Where: Out on the beach, centered around the teleporter/tunnel exit area. But it feels like July out there! Ain't that just the shit?
Summary: Summary? Why does this need a summary. I said everything up there. And then I'm gonna say even more after this. Why do we need this field? Seriously, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Rating: KEEP IT CLEAN, KIDS. Take your dirty smut to an appointments post!

Long Ago In A Distant Land, Akai, the fully functional fonbot, unleashed a fairly standard mod post. But a foolish player kept asking questions and come on, do you really need to know that much? Now everyone wants to play out their ships and get into fruit shenanigans and undo to evil that is AKAI.

((No, but seriously guys, look at the mod post, you know what to do. Everything you need is there. Mass log post, remember to tag your characters name here, and do your thing.))

OH YEAH! So like, assume there is stands (or you know, beach-appropriate huts) here and there that are stocked up on bathing suits (and curtains you can change behind), stands with beverages, and snacks. Nobody's really operating them, new stuff just gets Shifted there (BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT WATCHING). The Malnosso are the most considerate bro-ginization ever.

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[all7seas]

"Annie?" His voice broke on her name, washing over it. He didn't want to have another discussion about Elizabeth Swann or why no one should love broken Buffy Summers. He didn't want to hear about how he had it all wrong, or about how they were such good friends. He just wanted to hold her again. He'd been shifted to think he was Cordelia's lover; when would Buffy wake up and realize she was under a shift as well?

[herotypical]

She tried to force some measure of the casual into her approach by choosing one of the hammock's two trees to lean against. Gingerly tucking her wings close against her back and she picked at the securing rope while she waded through her words.

"I was too harsh on you. The other day." Jack, as she knew, was not always amongst the village's most mentally well-balanced population. Perhaps this had been some sort of dire relapse. Not just a Shift.

But then, that didn't explain the tattoo. It didn't explain the long and sturdy charcoal feather she found in the little treasure-box on her vanity; the one she had opened up in order to hide away that spiralling gift of a shell.

[all7seas]

"And I pushed you too far," he returned evenly. How dangerous was it to meddle with the mind of a shifted person? He could attest to the power of this shift. It made people into things wholly other than themselves.

"But I still love you. And I'm not sorry."

[herotypical]

"Liz and I," she started. Stalled out. Swallowed hard. Stared up at the sky and singled out one pretty little cloud in her sight. Never mind. Talking about that blooming romance with Sparrow felt like...like something she didn't actually want to do.

She'd found a little cloth doll, jammed between her mattress and the bed's headboard. It looked as though it had been playfully hidden there. Yet another thing that only managed to confuse her. Because what if she...?

"Hey. Have you tried any of this weird-looking fruit?"

[all7seas]

"Hmmmm? Nah. I haven't been so very hungry today." Aaaand he'd NOTICED that it seemed to be doing weird things to people. He looked rather interested in it, though. "You up for sharin'?"

[herotypical]

"...I bet they'd be ace on -- uhm -- waffles. O-or in a smoothie. Or other things you do with fruit."

[all7seas]

He almost winced at waffles. Almost. The rum was helping Jack keep his finer feelings in check admirably. He stretched and sat up in the hammock, letting his legs dangle down toward he sand, and reached out a hand toward her.

"Let me try, then."

[herotypical]

She lightly lobbed one in his direction -- still maintaining distance.

"You've got a knife. Right? So slice it up."

[all7seas]

First he sniffed it. Then he gave it an exploratory lick. Winced slightly at the sour flavor. And then Jack Sparrow drew his wicked dagger and began slicing up the fruit. He tossed one piece back her way.

"Cheers."

[herotypical]

Her initial bite was large and healthy; she expected the slight sweetness that she had encountered when she had shared a piece with King Arthur. This was not the same taste. "...Nngh," she wrinkled her nose and frowned and felt the back corners of her mouth seize with sourness.

"I think we got a bad one," she cautioned even as she tried a smaller nibble.

[all7seas]

"Figures, eh?" he said miserably, taking another bite. "Lately, nothing seems good for us. Everything's been like poison."

[herotypical]

"Well, that's a little drastic-sounding."

She sucked sour fruit juice off the web of skin connecting her thumb and index finger. Trying to learn how to like the taste. The surprisingly pleasant tartness.

[all7seas]

"Sorry -- love of my life goes off and courts the girl who killed me. You're right. Whatever was I thinking, hmm?" Another bite, and he darted his head to lick away juice that was trickling a path down his wrist.

[herotypical]

A deep breath. Buffy's skin was slowly growing hot -- she blamed the cardigan.

"Courted. As in past tense. As in successfully courted." Her free hand lighted upon the hammock's cloth. "But..."

[all7seas]

He turned away, feeling his own skin growing hot. But that was a perfectly normal response around Buffy Summers. He just never thought he'd come to hate it this much.

"What."

[herotypical]

"...Someone hid this big, freaky portrait of you in the false bottom of my weapons chest. Was it you?" She wanted to narrow her eyes; they remained wide. And she was left unable to remember the fact that she had hid the picture.

[all7seas]

"Buffy!" Jack laughed and leaned back in his hammock again, suddenly savoring the tart sourness of the fruit. "Buffy, you hid it there. And thanks for tellin' me, by the way; I'll have to make good use of that information."

[herotypical]

Her own acerbic demeanor was being chipped away. Chiseled in some places; melted in others. His laughter made her laugh even though she wanted to frown.

"Why would I do that?" She tore her last chunk of fruit in two and popped the first piece onto her tongue.

[all7seas]

"Because you couldn't stand the sight of me on your wall, actually. Frightened you. 'Salright. I have that effect on wenches." A toe against the further palm tree sent the hammock swinging again as Jack ate the last of his share of fruit.

[herotypical]

"Wenches," she repeated. A sweet-and-sour mix of feelings. Buffy still gingerly held her own last share between her fingers while she lifted one foot and freed it from a low-heeled sandal. Summer fashion. She had sorely missed it. This glimpse of July was reinvigorating. Energizing.

She mistakenly identified the weather as the source of that electrification along her skin.

"Maybe that's why I hid it. Maybe I hid it because you lumped me into a category like wenches." An innocuous enough statement until she realized that it was as good as admitting to her own doubts. Admitting to try and trace motives and histories she couldn't remember.

[all7seas]

"You really cannot remember?" He sat up and looked at her thoughtfully before scooching over to make room in the hammock. "If you join me, I could tell you the tale?"

[herotypical]

The second sandal fell next to its mate just as she swallowed the last of her snack. Her tastebuds kept on ringing long after.

"I really should..." Buffy glanced back over the beach -- one Shift warring with another as the fruit worked its enchantment, severing her from her desire to fall back and find Elizabeth. "Hmm. Okay. One tale."

She climbed in next to him.

[apirateslife]

"Once upon a time, there was a sad and lonely madman. And he felt these feelings for this woman that she didn't return."

Oh, it was so lovely, being close to her like this -- watching those sea breezes tickle her cheek and stir her hair. Shifted, he reminded himself. A kiss will earn a punch in the mouth, likely. Jack lay back down and folded his arms behind his head, trying to focus on the waving palm fronds high above. Everything was warm and dappled with sun and shadow. Everything felt warm and his blood, suddenly, felt hot.

"Erm...Where was I?"

[herotypical]

"Sad and lonely," Buffy prompted as she crossed her legs at the knee and let her bare ankles hang over the edge. She felt his warmth and fancied that she could sense his heartbeat. A pulse. A pace-setter.

She busied her fruit-sticky fingers with something else. Anything else. Retying her loose bun or hair or toying with the thick jade dragon ring she wore around her neck. Even now. Even still.

[all7seas]

"Right. Thanks. Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely madman what had deep attractical and romanticist feelings for this woman. And she was his most beautiful, always. And she fed him lots of good foods and made him get an apartment when he was living under a wheelbarrow. And he would've done anything for her, really.

One day she told him she loved him and he threw himself into the sea."