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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 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."

"Nothing bad happened because Garp half-beat up Fate. And Jyabura's my lucky charm," Fujiko sulked. Also because he'd stayed in his room talking to her online. Why break tradition? If it worked last month...

And hiding under blankets worked for Gold Roger. The King of the Pirates. Clearly he had to have known something about what he was doing.

"And it's a tradition," Jyabura pointed out. "I can still be bosun from under the bed. If something goes really wrong, I'll hear it." And definitely come out to tell everyone he told them so, but he couldn't point that out either.

Ipin sighed at the two of them. "I can't force you out but it doesn't mean I have to like it." She opened the door. "Good luck to you both." And she was gone.

Disgruntled and slightly shamed, Jyabura yanked the blankets back into place and sat against the wall. "Well, that was...informative," he said, with an annoyed sigh. There was a pause for recuperation from the embarrassment. "Anyway. ...Where were we?"

Fujiko pointed at a spot behind her ear where it joined with her neck. "Here," she gestured, sliding over slightly but half expecting Ipin to duck back in with an afterthought.

"Is she always like that?" she chuckled.

"Only when I'm being stupid," he said, and reassumed his previous position, biting down on that spot behind Fujiko's ear.

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