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[ooc: Log Post with SDC Crew and anyone who can wing by]

WHO: Fujiko, Jyabura, Lambo, Ipin, and everyone on the SDC ship with a bunch of surprise guests as they can manage it
WHAT: Jyabura and Fujiko are hiding from Friday the 13th and just to prove they are cursed, everyone keeps interrupting their hiding
WHEN: Friday the 13th (March, 2nd in a row)
WHERE: Jyabura's Room and SDC ship in general -- under the bed (not in)
WHY: To see how many interruptions we could get in one day and to fit in as many people as possible. Seriously, if you think you can have a MMverse reason for stopping by or just really really want to, DO SO :D We promise to love you for it.
WARNING: It's like PG (but with bad language because that's how a lot of the crew members are). Nothing too violent/sexual happens because anytime they think about it, someone crashes in. And the crackier the reasons, the better.

They'd made a blanket fort. Okay, Fujiko could acknowledge it was a little um... childish at best but she'd been serious about taking Silver's sarcastic suggestion to hide under a pile of blankets to heart. It worked for Gold Roger (sort of) so there had to be something to do it. They were stocked up. Painkillers for Jyabura after his fight from the night before, he was healing faster than any regular human could but she still worried. Grapes in case they got hungry and water bottles. Laptops, check. Books, check. And a mountain of blankets. The space under Jyabura's bed wasn't very big but it was fortifiable and that's what counted most. They weren't going to fake their own funerals (though after the sparring match it might have been easier to do) just in case it made Fate more mad than not. Still, hiding seemed like a very good idea and to hell with anyone who thought otherwise.

Besides the time at least would give her the chance to really focus on getting rid of Mello's virus. And however much he refused to admit it, Jyabura needed the rest.

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Jyabura was perfectly comfortable hiding in a blanket fort under his bed as long as he had company. He thought of it like being somebody who played video games in his mom's basement all day: if you did it by yourself you were a hopeless, creepy loser, but if you did it with your girlfriend you were a guy who liked video games a lot and had a cool girlfriend. Granted, this was lamer than video games, but it was an exercise in caution and fuck anybody who said otherwise.

His excuse for being in wolf form was that it made it easier to fit under the bed, which was true, but in actuality it was because it made it hurt less. He wasn't about to complain (much), considering he'd won, but the fact was that he'd taken a beating and it hurt like a bitch. He crossed his paws to rest his chin on and sighed, long and miserable, possibly to test if it'd get him sympathetic ear scratches.

Fujiko was a massive sucker for sad wolf sighs. She couldn't bring herself to actually hug him in full human form but as a full wolf she found it delightfully easy to do. She scooted closer to hug him around his fluffy torso before pulling his head into her lap and petting behind his ears softly. "Poor thing," she moped, hugging him again for good measure. "You did all that for me..." She grabbed some of the snack food and fed him pieces, refusing to let him move as much as she could avoid it. He needed to rest and heal up and he was extremely comfy in her lap.

And little though she wanted to admit it, it was kind of fun hiding in the dark under his best with blankets all around roughly hiding them from view (except a small peephole so they'd be sufficiently forewarned of incoming danger) it sort of reminded her of camping in tents back when she was younger and before she realized why hotels were so beloved by businessman and travelers.

Jyabura made a mental note that sad wolf sighs were to be employed with regularity. Even though she was obviously trying to keep him still. Well, he could put up with being still, but only because he was comfortable. Yeah. He stretched, rolling onto his side and rubbing his nose against Fujiko's hand in a silent request for more petting. He was injured, and therefore felt justified in milking it for all it was worth. Besides, she didn't seem to mind.

The busty girl didn't mind at all. In fact she might have been enjoying it to freakish levels that would have made her question her sanity if she gave it more than a passing thought that she didn't care whether she was sane or not. Happily stroking his ears and neck, Fujiko probably really couldn't be any happier. Even playing with jewels. Gems had a nice distracting quality but they got sold as soon as they got boring and Jyabura was anything by boring. Occasionally in between typing with one hand (unable to bring herself to stop petting him) and fixing her laptop, Fujiko would bury her face in soft gray-black fur, nuzzling him right back.

"Hey, you're captain next week right?" she asked petting the spot between his ears with long luxurious fingertips. It was immensely convenient he could still talk as a wolf, even if it gave his disguise away in a second.

"Hmm?" said Jyabura, thoroughly distracted by the petting. "Oh. Yeah." Talking like this was sort of annoying - it felt weird, somehow, and it was bizarre hearing his own voice sound almost more like growling than speaking. But a combination of laziness, head scratches, and the prospect of more pain to ruin his good mood meant that he didn't feel like turning back yet. "Why?"

"Did you have any plans in mind? I was thinking of taking off for a couple of days but I don't want to leave you. Especially not like this," Fujiko answered. She liked the growling tone to his voice. It sent shivers up and down her spine, like when he got mad enough as a human to start growling. And it was sexy as far as she was concerned. "Lucci's photos got scattered all over, apparently there were a bunch of bidders... who knew? Anyways it's too far for him to get to and I was thinking of a raid. The publishing company does some information texts. Could be really useful. Also, I figure, we're pirates, right?" She almost winced at the words. She was a spy, a theif, even an assassin but a pirate? Really? Where had her standards gone. Still she rolled with it, pirates didn't mean the same thing as back on her planet. Well... not always and that was good enough in her book. "So we pay for books?"

It was weird to convince him to raid a publishing company.

"Plus it looks like they run a blackmail scheme on anyone they can. There's rumors of them even blackmailing certain marines and government officials. So there's got to be at least some money there and if we can wrangle it, maybe even certain useful pictures. We wouldn't be extorting money out of those marines -- it'd be a surefire way to get killed but if we ever really need to get the government off our back..." She liked to be prepared. They didn't need to have the money or blackmail or informational texts yet. Still, it was a chance opportunity and the only reason she'd survived in life so far was by taking things she wanted before she needed them. Then when she needed it, it was never an issue because she was already prepared.

"I'd normally do better alone but..." She leaned in closer, cheek brushing against his, breath ruffling his fur.

Jyabura was able to follow all of that, but trying to maintain any kind of analytical thought process in wolf form was kind of hard (especially with the petting thrown into the equation). After a pause, an indecisive grumble, and a shorter, more thoughtful pause, he rolled over onto his back and switched back to human form so that he was looking up at Fujiko from where his head still rested on her lap.

"We're raiding a publishing company for blackmail material?" he asked, just to make sure he'd gotten it straight. Oh yeah, there was also the main point about the pussycat's debut on the fetish magazine circuit, but as hilarious as that had momentarily been, Jyabura really didn't want to think about it anymore.

Wolf or human apparently it didn't matter, Fujiko kept petting the back of his ears.

"And books and money," she added. She was mostly interested in the money but a combination safe to store blackmail pics would work out well. "And the pictures aren't for the money they're for leverage. If we need it. I mean hopefully we won't but..." she didn't really need to add the point that she was paranoid. If she wasn't paranoid she wouldn't be sitting under his bed in a blanket fort hiding from Fate with his head in her lap. And given how great a feeling that was, she was quite grateful for her paranoia more than just all the times it had saved her from getting killed.

"Bad plan?" She'd done similar things dozens of times but usually on her own. Throw in Lupin and Jigen or Goemon and too many variables, too many risks and all too often something backfired. Still she had a good instinct that she could handle this operation. With others remained to be seen.

"Hmm." The problem with having turned back in the middle of this conversation was that Jyabura's hindbrain analysis of the situation had switched from 'friendly human petting me' to 'pretty girl in my personal space', which was actually less conducive to following the thread of this plan than wolf-brain was. But he made an admirable attempt to focus nonetheless. "Nah, I think it's workable. Only problem is, if you want me to go, who's gonna be captain? Unless you want everybody to go, which would probably work out bad. But if you wanna organize it as a mission...I guess I could elect a first mate or whatever and leave them in charge...how long do you think it'd take?"

Fujiko didn't often bring job offers to others. She was frequently approached with them from other people but anything big and she tried to do it alone. Trusting Jyabura... well it wasn't trust. She didn't have to trust him, the information would help her most but the money would help the crew and that made sense.

Still... he was injured still and... and he'd still let her come on the mission with Mello even though she'd broken her ribs. "I don't know," she admitted. Of COURSE he'd want to come... how could she not have seen that? She quickly analyzed the situation in her head. "I mean I was thinking to do it sort of stealthily and even though everyone here is an assassin excpet like Poland and America and maybe that Mashiro girl though she might be an assassin too... I'm really sure how sneaky they can be?"

"And Lambo and Ipin, I don't know when they're going to turn back into five year olds..." Which would suck if it happened in the middle of battle. No using everyone was kind of crazy. And most people would still be healing probably.

"I don't know," she frowned, leaning back against the wall to think. "Ipin put me in charge of getting information on this world and the other crews. Which you know I was doing already. And I think this would help that but..."

Jyabura sat up against the wall next to Fujiko, frowning half in thought and half at the soreness of bruised skin and beaten muscle. Moving sucked, he decided. "Well, look, if you think it'll help, we should do it. And as the captain next week, I figure it'd my job to help with that kinda shit, right?" He shrugged, and decided he shouldn't do that either. "So if you wanna make it a stealth thing, no big deal, we can do that. Shouldn't take too long. I can leave...somebody in charge, I'll have to figure out who, and we can make it a day trip. Or thereabouts. Right?"

"Yeah at tops it should take like 5 hours. If it takes any longer than 3 something's gone wrong and any longer than 5 and we need to get the fuck out no matter what." Fujiko glaned sideways. He wasn't supposed to move. Also her legs missed his head. "If you make Poland in charge while we're gone everyone can sort out for themselves how to deal with it." And then Poland wouldn't be coming. She'd pick up a book on horses for him. Just because. He'd probably hate it but hey it was a try. Maybe something on dresses. The two together might count for something.

"We should figure out who if anyone wants to come. Killua is pretty damn stealthy so I'm fine with taking him. You know Gon better than me. And the Vongola are part of the crew now right? Or something..." she still found the whole thing confusing.

Another sidelong glance. "Jyabura," she started softly, hestitating. It wasn't something she wanted to ask, even more embarrassing to say it out loud. She mumbled it very softly, "You don't have to but I'd prefer if you were back into full wolf-mode." Damn, she was blushing at that. "You're sexy as yourself and that makes me want to do things. Also... It's easier to hug you as a wolf. You're fluffier."

Jyabura had been about to bring up some point about recruiting the others that he promptly forgot when Fujiko said his name like she wanted to hide from him. Part of him knew that he should just turn back to wolf form and leave it alone, but...on the other hand...well, he wasn't the most tactful of people.

"...Things," he said carefully. "Like...what?"

Fujiko chuckled, as she very gently ran a hand over his ears again, "Like start chewing on your neck or wrestle you to the floor and ravage you silly. It's not just distracting," the hand slipped lower along this neck and down the front of his chest still very softly. He was bruised all over. "It's a little dangerous. I don't want you to hurt." She almost bit her lip. If he was anything like her he was going to take that as a challenge just to prove he could handle it just fine.

"You don't want me to get hurt," Jyabura repeated, deadpan, doing his best to ignore the trail of her hand over his skin. (It wasn't working.) "I can think of a couple things you can do that'd make me stop hurting..."

"Yeah?" Fujiko arched an eyebrow, heartbeat quickening with anticipation, "What'd you have in mind?"

Really... he should be resting. But Fujiko had nex to no willpower. If she decided she wanted something it took nothing short of a miracle to prevent her from getting it.

"We'll think of something," Jyabura said. He leaned over in the cramped space and wrapped one arm around Fujiko's waist as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck, trying to pull her closer without causing either of them to smack into the bedframe. "S'probably a good idea anyway. Keep Fate off our backs for awhile, maybe."

"I'm game for that," Fujiko agreed willingly, sliding closer and tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. "Nnn Jyabura," she moaned softly at a small bite before gently kiss his neck back.

Ipin marched up to the door mildly annoyed with Jyabura for being THIS superstitious. "Jyabura!" She called through the door, knocking once and then entering since it was the middle of the day and he couldn't possibly be doing anything requiring privacy aside from cowering away from anything mildly dangerous. She looked at all the blankets sticking out from under the bed and marched herself right over. "Jyabura you can't hide in there all day it's absolutely ridiculous!" She moved to lean over and pull the sheets aside, frowning at there being funny noises that didn't sound worried at all.

Jyabura was kind of proud for being able to disentangle himself put at least four or five inches between himself and Fujiko in roughly the time it took for Ipin to whip the covers back and adjust her vision to the semi-darkness of the blanket fort.

"For Christ's sake, Ipin," he said, pretending they'd been doing nothing more incriminating than sitting there and avoiding imminent doom. "I mean," he said weakly, and then shut up altogether. Never backtalk the captain...

Grateful as always for being immensely paranoid and the with the reflexes of a cat, Fujiko already had the laptop back in her lap, fingering the touchpad and examining some of the virus files a little more closely. "Yo," she waved to Ipin casually, gratefully able to keep a blush down. She wanted to point out that they were in hiding for a reason and that the girl was giving away their position to the enemy but even Fujiko could acknowledge it was just too stupid a sentiment for words.

Ipin looked at them both critically for a moment. Clearly trying to determine how best to chastise them. "Not you too Miss Fujiko." She said with a sigh. She kneeled down so she could talk a little more easily. Just for now. "I don't know what you think hiding under here is going to accomplish. Just as many bad things can happen under there as anywhere else. It's silly."

She gave Jyabura a pointed look.

"Ipin," Fujiko said as calmly as she could manage given the circumstances, looking over the top of her laptop. "Please do not tell me how my so-called superstitions are silly. I've been there, I've said all the same things and been slapped in the face with my defiance." Way too many times. How many tripped curses? That she couldn't even count them all or remember each one individually was definitely a bad sign. "What is the strangest thing you've ever seen? You've been time-bazooka'd by Lambo how many times? And yet in my world such a thing would be seemingly impossible." A long pause as Fujiko reached for a soothing cigarette to light up but with a small sigh grabbed a lollipop. "I've told people to ignore the warning signs, ignored those signs myself and I'm sick of getting kicked around for dismissing them. I've been sucked into mirrors just because it was Friday the 13th. I have no desire to repeat the experience. If you knew how you and Lambo switched bodies, wouldn't you avoid doing whatever triggered it again?"

"Besides, bad things are happening," Jyabura added sulkily. "I'm getting yelled at." And they'd been in the middle of something, but he could hardly point that out.

Ipin is clearly unconvinced by Fujiko's argument. "Nothing bad happened last month." She pointed out and shook her head. "You can't run away if it's going to happen. Maybe the bed will collapse on you both or the submarine will spring a leak because the bosun is busy hiding under the bead." She straightened up and put her hands on her hips. "Honestly. Think about it you two." She turns toward the door. "I have work to get done."

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