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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[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.

[herotypical]

And not so happily this time, she suspected.

However: "I was just...uhm, gonna ask you. If you wanted to go swimming."

With me.

Anything to douse the heat.

[all7seas]

"You want to go swimming. With me. CaptainJackSparrow." His fingers knuckled, then opened, then curled together again into tight fists. Yes, he wanted this; wanted her. The last thing Jack wanted, though, was to force something that wasn't there on her part. He'd done that before, in his madness. Now HE was the lucid one -- he was sure of it. He couldn't mistreat her like that.

[herotypical]

"If you don't want to..." she shrugged. A brave, insouciant front when what she wanted most in this very moment was to hit those waves with him nearby.

Buffy levered her way out of the hammock and buried her toes in the sand -- seeking out the cooler, moister sand below the topmost layer.

[all7seas]

"I think you know exactly what I want," Jack said quietly. He couldn't have made himself more plain, before. "But maybe this time I should...just go it alone."

[herotypical]

"Right." Her agreement was rushed. Sudden and quick and hard upon his words. Those nervous fingers -- busy with her cardigan collar still -- froze. Things had never felt so simultaneously right and wrong at the same time.

Something broke. A thin glass tube of impulse shattering inside her chest and spilling determination into her veins. "Too bad," Buffy huffed and rushed him. Lifting him up over her shoulder like a fireman might.

She began to march towards the water.

[all7seas]

".....That was unexpected." But certainly not unwelcome, not by a long shot. "Darling. Most beautiful." With both palms he drummed a light, happy rhythm against her bottom as she carried him. "Hauling away her prize. My Annie."

[herotypical]

"This," she announced as she carried him, "is payback for locking me in the closet."

So close. Closer, now, than they had been in the hammock. Her arm tightened around his waist. Possessive.