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]

"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."

[herotypical]

She knew the story up until this final line. Everything else checked out with her notions of warm friendship. Camaraderie.

"The sea," Buffy repeated; disbelieving. "It all sounds a little melodramatic."

[all7seas]

"No. Just happy."

[herotypical]

"Aha. A good drowning. I see." She teased -- but also sheltered her eyes against the sun and looked at the gently crashing waves. Considered a swim.

"So was that it? Happily ever after?"

[all7seas]

"He was very, very happy." Not a word about she, however; Jack allowed his thoughts to meander down sad paths for a few moments.

"Where's Elizabeth?"

[herotypical]

"Around." Her answer was cagey. Discomfort with her own doubt had driven her away from the object of her affection. Buffy would return to her, she figured, once her mind was settled. Set back on the right track.

"We've just started out. I don't want her to feel...suffocated."

And seemingly in line with the word itself, she tugged at the collar of her cardigan.

[all7seas]

"...You're trying to cover it up, aren't you."

[herotypical]

"...I don't know how to explain it," Buffy admitted. "To her. She hasn't seen it. Yet."

[all7seas]

"Right. Because you can't tell her the truth of it, can you. Wouldn't that just upset your happy little apple-cart?"

He wasn't being fair by sounding bitter. The shift WASN'T her fault, after all. But bitter he felt, nevertheless.

[herotypical]

"I don't have the truth. I have your word."

[all7seas]

"....I think I need to go dunk my head in the ocean, now." Jack tried to get out of the hammock without dumping her on the ground; he was holding so much back behind those clenched teeth.