action + joint post ✪ out of some sentimental gain -- i wanted you to feel my pain

[herotypical]

[ buffy and spike have been out a-missioning -- only it hasn't gone quite as...merrily as they might have hoped. you see, they’re back a little early. spike decided to make an escape attempt and, in doing so, he’s brought malnosso justice down on both their heads. it’s all terribly unfair.

their punishment? one doozy of a bodyswap. spike is buffy and buffy is spike. and neither of them are too pleased about it.

sartre once claimed that 'hell is other people'; however, a situation like this makes a convincing argument that hell is, in fact, being other people. after they argue their way out of a proverbial wet paper bag and manage to find better clothing than the new feather garb they're initially given, they'll be available (throughout the next few days) to be mocked or sympathized with or awkwardly avoided all around town, depending on the individual.

find top comments below for either buffy's thread or spike's thread or -- if you’re looking for a thread with both of them -- buffy and spike. buffy’s tags will come from deadhero and spike’s tags will come from heroatypical. please don’t hesitate to tag all three options if that’ll float your boat. ]

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[SPIKE ONLY]

[heroatypical]

[On the evening of the 24th, Spike wanted nothing more than to stay out of sight and be generally miserable about the turn of events. Which meant locking himself away in his room and finding himself with a deep longing for a radio or something he could blare. He’s just glad he has no mirrors in his room. It’s bad enough having a reflection now. But seeing the woman he loves staring back every single time is too much.

However, on the morning of the 25th, Spike decides enough sulking is enough. The rays of sunshine filtered by his curtains are too tempting, so he steps outside to soak up the sunshine. It’s pretty exhilarating and nothing like when he used a magical ring to resist sunlight. He could feel it on his skin. Or, rather, Buffy’s skin. As a consequence, he makes a point of going around the town soaking up the sun, not bothering with the insides. Of course, he opts to wear his usual black coat, even it’s too long for Buffy’s body.

This keeps up on the 25th and 26th. He’s become a creature of the day, spending his time out doors, save for visits to Good Spirits in the evening time. For the rest of the world, it looks like a rather sulky Buffy wearing her typical fashions, drowned out by a black jacket that drags at the ground.]

The 25th

[vor]

[Gregor has finished his morning ride and is on his way home, his right eye still bruised and somewhat swollen and his clothes smelling like horse. He looks rather glum until he spots Spike, at which point a more neutral and less severe expression comes over him and he changes course to intercept.]

You're back. How did it go?

The 25th

[heroatypical]

[Spike kept walking until he realized this guy, whoever he was, wanted to talk to him. Or Buffy. Whatever.

Didn't he talk to this guy once?]

Bloody awful, that's how it went.

[vor]

[Gregor...tactfully ignores the sudden accent.]

I'm sorry to hear it. Ivan would have liked to have you at the party. [Potentially as Gregor's bodyguard. From Adele.]

[heroatypical]

Well that's too bad for Ivan, isn't it? He can bugger off about his party.

[Cross, very cross. Even if he was enjoying the sunshine, he was way too annoyed about this situation to be friendly like with Buffy's woefully good looking male friends.]

[markofthebrave]

[Sometime on the twenty-fifth.]

Hey, Buffy.

[heroatypical]

[Spike was just in the plaza, casually eating some chicken wings he got from somewhere. Eating food and it being about more than just the taste? It was amazing.]

Yeah? [This was a "Buffy" trying to relax and enjoy the only good bits of the body swap. Not shoot the breeze with Buffy's closest friends.]

[markofthebrave]

[That was not a typical greeting.]

Are you all right?

[heroatypical]

Oh, I'm bloody brilliant. What do you want?

26th

[rashness]

[Rin is... behind the counter. He hasn't actually been able to meet up with Sanji (he may or may not know Sanji had to be incapacitated the very day he came back to Luceti) and he's not sure he wants to run things solo but it felt too sad to see Seventh Heaven without any other chefs running it.

So he's here behind the counter, possibly when Spike's coming in to get chicken wings. In all his fifteen year old glory]

26th

[heroatypical]

[Oh, some kid. Well, Spike heads up to the counter to order. He's not staying for a sit down meal.]

You, kid. How fast can you lot fry up some wings?

26th

[rashness]

Like, chicken wings? Iunno, maybe fifteen minutes tops?

[He said that non-committing like, because he's frankly not 100% sure what's in the back food storeroom right now and he might need to search a bit. Nothing is prepped, so it actually might take longer, but it seemed better to give a lower estimate]

26th

[heroatypical]

Bloody hell, so much for fast food. [He sighs and massages his temple.] Fine. Fifteen minutes. I'll wait.

25th

[theoniongirl]

[Jilly was up early, and already scrambling eggs when Spike made an appearance. It wasn't quite on par with what Hollom had been able to do, but it was serviceable enough, and when she hears someone coming into the main area she's quick to look up with a smile]

Hey! Did you want some-

[there was just the slightest of pauses when she sees that black coat dragging on the ground, but manages to continue on after her falter] -breakfast?

25th

[heroatypical]

[He hadn't been thinking about it, but he was hungry. And he realized he didn't have to stomach a glass of pig's blood before he just ate something else just because. This would be a real and proper meal.]

Do I? Bring it on, bird.

[theoniongirl]

[oh...oh goodness. She knew this one. The last time this happened, it had been her with a British accent, and Buffy believing she was Jack's pirate rival.

...had Buffy just come back home to a shift?

A quick mental tally told her everything seemed normal about herself...but then, she'd been convinced everything was normal about being Archie's sister for a week, too]

...Sure. Consider it my welcome home.

[almost done, it didn't take her long to finish cooking, and she portions the food out onto two plates. It's only a few minutes before she hands Spike a plate of eggs and toast]

So. [you'd think this would get easier, considering how often this conversation managed to come up]

...How're you feeling?

Late afternoon, 25th

[want_take_have]

[With Buffy gone, Faith had been making a point of doing thorough patrols. Not that there was anyone to really witness it, but it was something she wouldn't have done. Before. So she did it now. Unfortunately, patrolling when there was nothing to fight actually turned out to be a lot more exhausting than the regular kinds of patrolling, as well as being painfully and utterly boring. Longer nights meant longer hours sleeping in..and it's moved on past noon before the other slayer drags herself out of her apartment in search of an easy lunch.

In the daylight, she's not being particularly aware of her surroundings, so she very nearly strides right past the darkly-clothed blonde before freezing and doing a double-take]

B?!

Late afternoon, 25th

[heroatypical]

[It's Spike that keeps them from colliding. He gives the other Slayer a once over and suddenly.

Well suddenly he remembers the first time he met her. Well wasn't this downright ironic. He did his best to disguise his British accent. The perky smile would need some work, but he managed to look. Amicable.]

Faith. Nice night for a stroll, isn't it?

[want_take_have]

[her eyebrows shot up. Not looking for an accent, she didn't hear one, but even she could tell something was...off.]

Riight.

[the coat got a pointed look] What's with the look?

25th.

[greenjacketed]

...Richard Sharpe wondered why the pretty little barmaid wasn't at her post. Was she drinking instead? Did she have the night off? The Major had long ago put away any wishes to win the blonde's heart -- Sparrow had been rather pointed about how taken she was. But it wouldn't hurt to get to know her, would it?

Besides, after hearing Jack tell him about their last fight...

"Miss Summers? Ma'am?" He settled an elbow on the bar a few stools down but didn't yet sit.

25th.

[heroatypical]

He winced in annoyance. He hated being called 'Miss' already. And Ma'am even worse. He gave the major a dirty look.

"Look, if you're wanting a drink, you can sod off. I'm not a bloody barmaid."

[greenjacketed]

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened some more. See -- she was a mighty fine lady and plenty of people had nothing but good to say about her. Except for that vampire but...well, Sharpe doubted he ought to trust her. So Buffy's language surprises him. Offends him, almost. Somehow.

It certainly shocked him into a moment of silence.

"Pardon me, miss." He clung to his formality. "But I rather think you are."

[abidinglaw]

[Late afternoon on the twenty fifth, Norrington happens past Buffy. But it isn't. The double take that follows almost causes his board-straight back a case of whiplash.

He cannot bring himself to speak. Part of that comes from not being able to bring himself to utter that ridiculous name.]

[heroatypical]

You have a problem, mate?

[He glares over--- no, up at the sailor. He doesn't fancy being stared at, especially in this new state. He's not a slab of meat or what have you.]

[abidinglaw]

[He makes a quick recovery. He's been preparing for this.]

I am sorry, I thought you were someone else.