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]

Because one of these days, Buffy Summers, you are going to realize that he is far beneath what you deserve.

"Dunno. Just. Thought it might."

It was hard not to feel defensive of his family at her words. Teague had raised him to be such. You didn't speak ill of family to those outside it. You had to protect it, with a smile and a pleasantry if possible. And you ran through or shot any man who impeached the family name. That was Teague's way. That was grandmama's way. Her pride was legendary.

[herotypical]

She sat back. "If I was ever gonna think less of you for something, it wouldn't be your family tree. You'd understand this if you'd ever witnessed a Very Harris Family Christmas."

Xander's family was a wholly reprehensible lot and she loved him regardless. "Anything I might've said or not said or almost said -- last week? So very not representative of my real-me's actual feelings on the matter. Savvy?"

She could say that at least. Thank goodness 'Annie' had never appropriated it.

[all7seas]

He would have to take her word for it. He'd never NOT taken her word, Jack realized with the tiniest dose of misgiving.

"Not real-you's feelings. I savvy, Annie."

[herotypical]

"And hey. It isn't like we're not both products of broken homes here, am I right?"

She twined a dread through and around and between her fingers. Counting beads and remembering the most important feather in her hair. Today, of course, her hair didn't have a single ornament or braid -- straight, hardly styled. Consciously au naturel.

"So what if yours in a little more broken? I don't care. I mean I care. In a caring and loving way. I just don't...care in the other sorta way."

[all7seas]

Her father's abandonment -- Jack knew that had hurt her. He didn't feel hurt for the most part over his own misfortunes, or not in the usual way. He'd grown adept at shielding himself from it and would deny anything of the like til the day he died, just as he would deny that his was the most broken of their homes. His father, after all, had stayed.

He turned his head just enough to kiss the side of her neck.

"'S not broken. Look around, eh?" he joked. "Norry didn't knock it down last week."

[herotypical]

Oh, sure. But having Hank not show for her mother's funeral was nothing in comparison to seeing Teague's signature on his mother's death warrant. She shivered.

"James. I have to apologize to him, too. He...wait. Oh. My God."

[all7seas]

"What. Was he shifted out of his barnacle-encrusted shell?" Another kiss and Jack drew back slightly and let his palms settle at her waist.

[herotypical]

"Well. Me and him spent the worst part of an hour arguing over whether I was the Slayer or not. His Slayer, really. He thought he was a Watcher, which means he must've..."

Was that how the Shift worked? Wherever you went, you then thought you were from there? Oh. That poor man. Living a Sunnydale life; seeing all that happened to them and to...her.

Her shoulders squared. "Huh."

[all7seas]

Jack had arrived at the same conclusion almost simultaneously. "...Well THIS should be interesting."

[herotypical]

"And he was buddy-buddy with Willow which means he must've gone back to...oh."

A slight frown. "He's not home right now, is he? Maybe we should -- hmm. Stroll on the beach?"

[all7seas]

"I'm game if you are." He (needlessly) lifted her down from the counter.

[herotypical]

And she (needlessly) allowed this -- but left her hands on his arms. Now that things were slowly righting themselves, she hardly wanted to let go.

"I'm...very game. All kinds of game."

[all7seas]

Continued here.