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.

Comments

[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.

[all7seas]

"May I please have more? Payback? Will you pay me back more?" Jack folded his arms around her waist from behind, trying not to squash her wings. Tender.

[herotypical]

His questions drove shocks down her spine -- shocks that ended with quiet little flip-flops in her stomach. It was growing undeniable: she wanted him. But her brain hadn't quite caught up to cursed fruit. For now, she focused on wading out into the water until the drag and his weight and the height of the narrow-cresting waves practically hauled her to her knees.

Buffy resisted for a heartbeat or two before giving in entirely. The pair of them went momentarily under. It was a better answer than words.

[all7seas]

This time, she was throwing him into the sea. And Jack was happy.

By the time the pirate surfaced, he was only oriented on getting close to Buffy Summers again. The cool water did nothing to chill that flame out of him. If anything, he was fueled not only by her nearness but by the memories of having her out here in days gone by. Just the two of them.

"I thought you'd forgotten entirely," he mumbled, reaching for her and trying to pluck that cardigan away completely.

[herotypical]

Memories were still murky; however, proximity managed to lift this or that to the surface. Feelings or touches or the sensation of sand captured between feathers.

"This," she blundered her way through the wrong terminology, "is a spell." Confusion and excitement wiping the word 'shift' from her mind.

And the cardigan floated away.

[all7seas]

There was something like a cross between a sob and a laugh -- quickly smothered by a more manly grumble -- and Jack took her hands in his -- tried to kiss them.

"A shift," he corrected gently. "Shifted. You're shifted. But it's breaking." Please let it be breaking. Jack kept his back to the waves, not caring when they broke over his hips and pushed him shoreward. This water, maybe, was helping her remember.

He wasn't making any connections with the fruit yet.

[herotypical]

The fruit and these feelings were the only thing she managed to connect. Only -- troublesomely -- it felt more like a restoration than a ruse. Like lying through truth. An important lesson; lessons.

And with a sudden gasp, Buffy remembered their first kiss. "Jack," her voice was quiet and taut. "We...oh, God."

[all7seas]

"You're remembering! Are you? Remembering? Annie, please tell me you remember and that this shift is bloody well over?"

[herotypical]

Oh. She knew this feeling. Trying to sort between the induced and the actual. Buffy couldn't quite shake her admiration for Liz -- and guilt over her overcharged nervous system. It was a frightening feeling but it was quickly drowned out by a second wave of citrusy influence. Sugars hitting her bloodstream.

"Overish. I..." She felt half-shells and pebbles underfoot in the heavy sea-bottom sand. She pressed against them as she leaned upwards. Searching his eyes.

"Remind me."

[all7seas]

"My love. My Annie." Jack leaned in to remind her with all of his heart and soul, except just then a rogue wave decided to have its way with him. It rolled and curled and engulfed Sparrow as it plunged toward shore in a rush of whitewater.

[herotypical]

One corner of a kiss. An almost-kiss. And it seemed as though having that kiss interrupted was more frustrating than suddenly coping with an insistent sea that caught her off guard. She stumbled backwards -- drawing him with her. Tumbling once again into the water and foaming waves.

[all7seas]

What followed was a lot of coughing as Sparrow tried to deal with the seawater that had infiltrated his lungs. "Right. Not. Not how I wanted that to play out," he managed once he'd recovered a little. Sitting up in the shallow water, Jack glanced over at her and wrung out a dreadlock or two.

"Um. You willing to give it another go...?"

[herotypical]

She pawed at her eyes. Spluttering.

"You locked me in a closet!"

[all7seas]

He launched himself at her with every intention of wrestling her to the sand. How could he do otherwise, with such an accusation passing her lips?

[herotypical]

"I'm not sure what I'm more angry at," she felt her wings hit the wet sand and lifted her hips against him -- prepared to swing a leg over his waist and flip him should the urge arise. "The locking or the fact that you actually thought that'd hold me."