ooc ↻ appointments & messages

[herotypical]

❮ buffy, when i said you could slay vampires and have a social life, i didn't mean at the same time! ❯

catch-all appointments & messages post for herotypical @ luceti; please title and date your top tag accordingly -- think of the childrentimelines! [ written ], [ voice ] & [ action ] are all viable. the addition of funky and hip song lyrics is also welcome (and maybe a little encouraged).

ATTENTION -- looking for old threads? previous appointment posts can be found here and here.

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[herotypical]

"But when it comes to wings, I--"

Buffy pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, okay. Pick a second, easier to say colour."

So much drama for one mediocre cheer.

[all7seas]

"......................Gray, I suppose."

[herotypical]

"This is the dreariest looking non-existent sports team I've ever had to force myself into imagining."

Buffy leaned backwards just long enough to free her legs from the horrid position in which she'd been kneeling. Then, sitting up straight, she dropped the ice-pack onto the bed between them. "When I point at you? You gotta repeat the last line I just said. Like a call and answer thing. Only...quietly. 'Cause it's night and people might be asleep and we're not really at a football game. Got it?"

[all7seas]

"Got it!"

He pulled himself into a sitting position and sat with legs crossed on the bed.

"Now. Cheer me!"

[herotypical]

She looked unconvinced that this would prove to be a good time. Mostly? She felt a little embarrassed. Cheering was so far behind her. She'd last donned a uniform back when she was sixteen and since that hadn't panned out, she'd thrown herself into her Slaying.

But she remembered this and that. A cheer or two. She kicked into the first one with a sing-song whisper:

"Ready?" Clap. "Okay!
Hey," another clap, "hey Sparrow crowd,
we want you to yell real loud!
Yell: Gooooo black!"

And that was Jack's cue, because she was pointing at him and waiting for his response before she dared to continue with the chant.

[all7seas]

"What -- now? I do it now?"

[herotypical]

Oh. That pointed finger started to jab. Insistently.

[all7seas]

"Go ---- black."

[herotypical]

After a mid-chant reception like that one, her (already low) enthusiasm took something of a nosedive. But she was halfway through! She couldn't stop now!

"Mighty Sparrows, we're cheering for you.
Yell: Goooo grey!"

This time, her pointing finger ended up right under his nose.

[all7seas]

"Gooooo grey!" This time he responded with considerably more enthusiasm.

[herotypical]

"Yell it loud and yell it clear," more clapping -- it was an integral part of any cheer. But each one made her more and more sheepish.

"S-P-A-DOUBLE-R-O-W. This is our year.
We're here to prove. We're on the move.
We'll take it to the top. We're the mighty Sparrows and we won't be stopped!"

She ended the simple chant with a self-conscious shrug and a dismissive wave. "That's...it."

[all7seas]

Well THAT wouldn't do. She sounded about ready to give up on him rather than the opposite.

So Jack yelled:

"SPADOUBLEROW! MY YEAR! ON THE MOVE! ME AND ANNIE ARE MIGHTY SPARROWS AND WILL NOT BE STOPPED!"

[herotypical]

"...Shhh! Jack," she lunged forward and grabbed for him. "What did I tell you about it being late? And people sleeping? And cheerleading kinda being lame to begin with and would you just--"

And then she gave a little shriek because in all her rush to stop him, she'd trapped the very very cold bag of frozen vegetables under a thigh and the sudden chill had taken her by surprise.

So much for keeping quiet. Buffy -- brusque and dishevelled -- stood up.

[all7seas]

"Annie? 'M sorry. Don't. Here..."

He picked up the bag and climbed out of the bed. "I'll just.....freezer. With these. And...


Sorry."

[herotypical]

"Nah, it was...spirited. Lots of spirit."

She stayed near and picked an errant thread off his upper arm. Transferred from somewhere on the bed, she thought.

[all7seas]

"I liked the cheer. I feel......cheered. Cheery."

He nervously passed the bag from one hand to the other.

[herotypical]

"I'm sure I used to know better ones, it's just...

It's been ten years. Ten years is a long time."

[all7seas]

That had been how long he'd chased after the Pearl; Jack knew very well the feel of ten years.

"Aye, sweetheart. Be right back?"

[herotypical]

"N-no. Let me, after all..." Her gears froze. Shifted. "After all, you're no longer just a guest here and are totally obliged to carry your weight and okay -- I'll be waiting. Right here. For you."

[all7seas]

Jack leaned close and kissed the curve of her jaw before whispering against her ear: "When I get back? I'm going to cheer you."

[herotypical]

Her shoulders sank. Her chin rose. He...Goodness, but he had a way of extinguishing one fire while lighting another. Had he always had this power? A year ago, when she had been busy scowling at him...well, he'd rarely ever dared to be so close. He'd only ever ventured as near as she'd allowed him and it was a boundary she hadn't realized he was respecting at the time.

Now, though? He got away with so much for just a kiss and a smile and look on his face. Buffy's mouth quirked and she nudged him towards the door.

"Go, then. So you'll be back sooner."

1/2

[all7seas]

It took Jack longer than just the deposit of a melting bag of mixed vegetables in the freezer. He took a moment to stand in the kitchen and inspect the waffle-maker....to consider how very much his best friend would probably not want him here.

Willow slept in Leonard McCoy's room, now. The doctor was long gone. Sparrow still missed him greatly.

"Tryin' to be good to her, mate. To look after her properlike. I don't...I don't mean harm by this," he muttered toward the cabinet where McCoy's whiskey had once been kept. Then Jack shook his head, realizing that he was as good as talking to a ghost. He made a quick return to Buffy.

[all7seas]

"You missed me. You were pining, weren't you. Pining and pining and lost and lonesome."

And Jack dove onto the bed.

how is it you manage to tag JUST as i get back. timing. i swear.

[herotypical]

"Wasting away. All pined out."

Buffy's swimsuit and sarong were left on her room's one chair, abandoned in a sandy heap. No. Wait. Their room. This transition would be a long and strange one -- one she contemplated while sitting up in their bed, picking at the frayed hem on an otherwise nondescript nightshirt. Summer was far too hot for her usual patterned pajama fare.

"How's the back?"

[all7seas]

"Still behind me."

It was sore, of course, but Jack had had far worse very recently. He picked up his Cuddlesome Me pillow and turned it to face the wall. "You'll just have to be gentle, eh?"