Post-Event Reaction Log!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody
What: Post-Event Reactions
When: Today (and tomorrow too)
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Most of Luceti was back to their normal selves. Not only that, but they now remembered their trips to other worlds. So how 'bout that?
Rating: Whatever

This is for today and tomorrow, since not everyone will be fully reverted until then. Remember to tag your characters in!

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[all7seas]

"Erm.......................aye."

[herotypical]

[all7seas]

"......Shift?"

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[herotypical]

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[herotypical]

"Aye. Shift.

I mean -- yes. Yes, Shift. Not aye. No ayes here."

[all7seas]

He'd told her once that she could hit him if he ever dared to do that. So when he knelt on the flagstones of the kitchen floor, it was to present her with the side of his face.

"Annie? 'M sorry."

[herotypical]

"Up. For God's sake, up."

Palms on display -- she stepped back. She hated when he hit his knees. And Buffy had done so much worse to him, she believed. Things that went beyond petty jealousies and Shift-induced smooching. A couple Valentine's Days and Luceti Valley had done them worse.

It was all the stuff about Teague that she felt most awful for. Teague and Jack's mother -- and there was still guilt sitting on her shoulders for that one. The Code.

"It's not like I didn't...I mean -- hmm." Well.

[all7seas]

He didn't get up. His mouth felt dry.

"You...didn't...?"

[herotypical]

"What? No." Buffy made a few more get up off your damn knees gestures. "Not like you did, at least." Not that she wasn't sorely tempted -- Annie had been rather feisty in a number of ways. "There was a kiss on cheek. That's it. That's all. Believe it or not."

[all7seas]

Jack got off his damn knees. "I didn't do anything else. It's not like it was in the Valley.


Don't blame her."

[herotypical]

Ugh. He had to say it aloud. Last week, hadn't she just been the complete opposite of that other her? Where Luceti Valley's Buffy had been quiet and doting and pining for Jack, Annie had...

And again, with Albert. God, but the Shifts liked to shove the pair of them together.

Once he was on his feet again, she could look him in the eye. Cool and -- frankly -- a little upset. "Shut it, Jack. When've I ever blamed...?"

She'd taken Jilly into her house. Gone leagues towards reconciling with Raine. "Not that kinda person, thanks."

[all7seas]

He wanted so desperately to ask whom the kiss had been shared with. But...no.

Better just to trust, at this point. Why pick at a sore spot?

Jack scratched at the scar on his wrist, then took her wrist in his fingers and gently clapped her open palm against the side of his face.

There. Better.

[herotypical]

"You're a jerk. I'm a jerk. Everyone's a jerk. Can I just state for the record right now that I am very happy being your first mate and have no intentions of captaining anything. Ever? You, Jack, are the sailor. Not me."

It didn't have to be said and yet she wanted it said, anyway. She was too tired to be jealous or possessive or even vaguely upset. What did she have to feel threatened about? Other than all those past-proposals and a now very wide-eyed view into Jack's past...

Oh. On that subject: "One more question, though."

[all7seas]

Uh oh.

"Aye?"

[herotypical]

"Everything that-me...lived. No. Not lived. Saw -- knew about. About you and your...was it real?"

Where was the line between reality and fiction? "I don't remember much..."

[all7seas]

"I don't remember what you remember. What do you remember, sweetness?"

[herotypical]

"...I remember bits and pieces of what was said around Shipwreck Cove." She remembered what it looked like, too. For now. That, too, would fade. "Tortuga, too. Stories. Reputations."

She danced around anything too specific -- prostitutes and dirty dealings and murky doings. Saying them aloud might just make them truer than she wanted them to be. And as he'd said on the Pearl, he was a different man now.

[all7seas]

"I've done bad things, Buffy. Horrible underhanded things. You know as much. I've never hidden that fact from you. From anyone."

He'd grinned at his own execution over the litany of crimes, wincing only when the justice forgot the "captain" in front of his name. He'd been willing to sell one hundred men into one hundred years of punishment to save his own skin. He'd very nearly damned his own ship and crew through his cowardice.

"Aye. True."

How much would that change? He nervously scratched at his chest, just above Blackbeard's mark.

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[herotypical]

Could she live with them His horrible underhanded things. He'd done them with a soul. But then hadn't he also done other things with his soul and hadn't he...

And here.

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[herotypical]

"Jack..."

[all7seas]

[herotypical]

"Some of it..." She swallowed. "Some of it I don't just know because of the Shift."

Time to be a big girl and get this off her chest. There was no use leaving secrets shackled to her heart -- not after this mess. Not after she'd taken all those proposals in (considerable) stride and now this, too.

[all7seas]

Now that was just...not what he was expecting.

And odd. Tremendously odd.

"It...no?"

[herotypical]

The worst part for herself, she realized, was how very Annie-like this particular scheme had been. It made her realize there were parts of her that...which...well -- maybe there was a bit of pirate in her personality, regardless.

"The Code. Jilly has the key. You told me. And -- well, it wasn't tough to talk her into...and -- now that I kinda have a first-hand notion of what your father's like, I kinda wish I'd never touched it."

Page one hundred and twelve. She didn't have to say it. Her pointed line of questioning two weeks ago would be enough to dig her hole for her.

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[all7seas]

This was the woman he loved. This was the woman he'd sold his trust to and for whom he would do nearly anything. So why was there a budding fear inside at that revelation? Page one hundred twelve. No one spoke of it.

You didn't speak of it. The pages had been so gummed together with time and neglect and not speaking of it that he wondered if they'd had to tear them to read it properly. Oh, God. A new fear that was ancient in his breast sprung up. Had they torn it?! Was it whole and sound?! Teague would have all their heads.

No -- no -- Teague would have HIS head. Specially. He'd wear it on his belt as an example for those who shunned the Code. Who tore it. Worse than hot coals. Worse than eels, even.

And now Buffy knew. How long ago had they trespassed? How long had they known what he was, where he'd come from?