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]

"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."

[all7seas]

Now he had her pinned in the shallows. No more rogue waves; no more surprises -- just this lovely, golden-haired slaying angel beneath him and gentle cool water lapping at them both.

"Maybe you should let some of that anger out, hmm? Go 'head, love. Unleash it upon me." Jack leaned close to her, not quite kissing her yet, but definitely in kissing radius. Maybe just barely brushing his lips against hers. There was plenty of wanting her, still, but mostly there was relief that she was coming back to him. Dear God, it had been a week. Far, far too long.

i'm off to bed! night!

[herotypical]

She worked against his hands -- straining upwards to catch his mouth and willingly setting out for obliteration when one concern (stronger than the others) snagged her attention and she leaned back down in the water. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

"We should...hmm, migrate?" There had been strange little doors carved into the hillside. Like some sort of underground motel. "As much as I like the equation of you plus me plus seawater, it does kinda occur to me that there's a whole...shindig going on."

SAFE JOURNEY TOMORROW!!! <3

[all7seas]

"We should. Will. Are going to." Jack's mouth still tasted tangy from that fruit. It wasn't an unpleasant taste; something about it, though, was exciting.

He had to let her up. But first, Sparrow sought out her mouth to kiss her. It was both an I missed you kiss and an I need you kiss, all wrapped and rolled and delivered in one.

waiting for the shuttle right now. i swear it's as warm as spring out

[herotypical]

Going to. It was both a promise and a stall. She searched out the vestigial sourness in his mouth -- navigating the competing tastes of seawater and him. No -- not competing. Complementary.

Shallow waves continued to come around them; the water spent and released and regathered its energies in ignorance of the pair's growing resolution. But when Buffy finally broke that kiss, she asked a question against the slope of his throat: "You're positive? You're sure? Shifted? The while week?"

She didn't quite successfully remember but she felt desperate to take it on faith.

\0/

[all7seas]

"You only have my word for it," came the gravel-voiced answer, even as he reached up to touch the mark of that sparrow. His word and other signs.

and now? waiting for dad.

[herotypical]

"But your word feels..." His fingers were on her shoulder and she sighed. Sweet melancholia, wasn't it?

"I don't remember. But I know. Kinda like..." But she didn't want to talk. She wanted other kinds of communication -- so she tightened her leg around him and tried for the flip, lifting her wings out of the muddy sand. Looking to pin him back.

/hugs

[all7seas]

When Jack wanted to be flipped, it was so easy to flip him. So, so easy. It was a familiar, intimate gesture that he had grown to anticipate and love. Black wings squelched down into the cool, wet sand and he found himself looking up at her.

"How'd I ever get you to trust me in the first place?"

[herotypical]

"You have a very disconcertingly earnest eyes. Sometimes."

Of course -- even Buffy understood that most of that sometimes involved performance and guile. So she smirked above him while her knees squeezed his sides. "All chocolatey and...and convincing."

[all7seas]

"You'd be surprised, love, what I've gotten with these eyes." Jack settled his hands on her thighs. "All sorts of treasures."

[herotypical]

She freed his shoulders so she could playfully cover her own ears with her hands.

"I don't want wanna hear!"

[all7seas]

Slowly the pirate sat up, letting his hold rest against the small of her back. "You don't want to hear. And I don't want to tell. Are you back? Is this you? Are you unshifted, now?"