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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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"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.

Fujiko melted pleasantly into the bite. Closing her eyes to focus lightly on the sensation she added, "For what it's worth I don't think you're being stupid. Of course I'm biased." She lured him in closer to kiss lips tenderly.

Now that the whole training thing was over, and Ipin was too busy arguing with Reborn over how much should be given to repair the Varia ship to keep him company so Lambo took it upon himself to find his own pasttime. He just needed a empty room with a lock. Opening the door, he raised an eyebrow at all the blankets, not bothering enough to suspect that there was probably someone under all those. Whoever had been in there clearly had too much time on their hands. Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, Lambo walked over to the TV and turned it on after sticking something in the DVD player. He then settled down comfortably on the bed in the room, kleenex and lotion nearby.

Once again freezing at the interruption, Fujiko glance out their peephole. There was a pair of legs and then they were gone. So someone was sitting on the bed. Well if it was fate then they'd tricked him so far. All she had to was stay quiet. And what the hell was Fate watching on tv anyway?

The interruption wasn't what surprised Jyabura so much as the fact that someone was there, watching TV, apparently oblivious to that fact that they were there. He gave Fujiko a confused look, the fact that Fate might be stalking them not even occurring to him. He pulled the blankets back and looked out into the room. "Uh, hello?"

When the TV finally flickered on as the DVD started, a title screen reading 'Nikki Grande III' popped up. This was clearly one of his favorites as Lambo took no time flipping through the scene selections menu to get to his favorite scene. Once it was finally starting to play, cheesy 'bow chicka bow wow' music quietly bouncing off the empty walls, Lambo reached a hand down, the sound of his zipper being pulled down somehow ringing through louder than the music from the actual movie.

Having been drowned out by bad porn music, Jyabura halted abruptly in his attempts to figure out who the hell was sitting on their fort to stare at the TV screen in something rapidly approaching horror. "Oh, hell no," he muttered. Not in his room, especially not while he was there - who the fuck!?

Spotting a pair of legs hanging over the edge of the bed to one side, Jyabura reached over, grabbed one by the ankle, and yanked - not hard enough to pull the intruder off the bed, but if that didn't get their attention he didn't know what would. "Excuse me!" he snapped, for good measure.

Just as he had been about to wrap his fingers around quite the familiar object he felt something grab onto his ankle. For the first few seconds it didn't phase him yet when it all hit Lambo went flying up like a rocket, scooting back towards the headboard of the bed and away from whatever the hell had just grabbed his ankle and spoke to him. "ARE YOU A G-G-GHOST?! LEAVE ME ALONE! I'LL BE DONE IN TEN MINUTES. I SWEAR!!!"

At the sound of Lambo's panicked voice, Fujiko sighed to herself. Well at least if he was still using porn that meant he wasn't having sex with Ipin yet and she got the distinct impression that the latter would have sent Jyabura even more over the edge than masturbating in his bedroom.

Still, there was no helping him at this point. He was doomed. Fujiko chose to stay hidden. It was already going to be weird enough and she didn't want to deal with the added confusion about what they weren't doing under the bed.

Jyabura knew that voice. He couldn't say he was all that surprised, really.

"Lambo, zip your fucking pants up and get the hell out of my room before I overhand you down the hall," he snarled, shimmying halfway out from under the bed to snatch the fallen remote off the floor and stop the movie. "Done in ten minutes, my ass. You're done now. And like it'd even take that long."

Okay, that was a low blow, but he was pissed. And it was his room.

Lambo froze where he was at the sound of that voice. Goddamnit. Of ALL the people for it to be, it just had to be Jyabura. Why did someone up there hate him so much? Nervously zipping up his pants, he stood on the bed and leaped off of it, not bothering to stop and get his DVD as he headed for the door. "I-I-I-I...s-s-sorry! P-Please don't k-kill m-m-m-me." Figuring that staying any longer would just result in more bodily harm than he was willing to take today, he sprinted out of the room, his face red as a tomato.

Grumbling, Jyabura shut the TV off and half-formed an evil plan to toss the DVD out the porthole later. He shuffled back under the bed and sat up, wincing a bit as the movement twinged at some of the worse bruises. "Awesome," he said, deadpan. "I'm not gonna be able to look at that kid for a month."

Fujiko was smirking bemusedly but a quick worried frown flashed over it when she caught his wince of pain, before it was replaced with the amused grin once more. "I'm pretty sure he'll be terrified for life," she grinned evilly. She was taking far too much amusement in their horrified embarrassment of one another but hell if it wasn't hilarious. Poor Lambo probably never would get to see the funny side to Jyabura, just the scary terrifying side for a long long time.

Gaging his movements carefully Fujiko grit her teeth in annoyance. He was hurting and being stubborn and if he didn't stop it she was going to kick his ass. "Lie down," she commanded brooking no objections (though she rarely put up with any at all), "All your extra muscle mass might be great for tekkai but you're too big." He'd probably see through the lie quite easily but she was worried and given how rare that feeling was (she could only count a couple very few times in her entire life over a person) it made her a little more flustered than she'd prefer to acknowledge.

Jyabura opted to just lie down like she said rather than ask what he was too big for. He got the feeling that she was just worried about him hurting himself, which was kind of nice, even if it made him feel like he should be protesting and pointing out the fact that it wasn't like he was gonna die or anything. "Only if you do too," he added. Maybe now they could get back to what they'd been trying to do before all the interruptions.

"Yeah ok," Fujiko happily agreed. She was tempted to take her jacket off, it was warm with all the blankets fortifying them and eventually decided to do so, sticking it by her laptop in a corner and sliding next to Jyabura. "You do realize though the minute I kiss you someone else is going to show up or something, right?" She nibbled his ear lightly for good measure. Fate was out to get them and if he was just going to wait for the worst moment possible they might as well get it over with.

"Fuck that," Jyabura said, turning a little to wrap his arm around her. "So what if they do?" He kissed her, deciding that if somebody did show up they could sit down and watch for all he cared.

"Mmnn," she muttered softly into his kiss. She didn't really care if someone saw them or not anymore but despite his current seeming claims of nonchalance, he had a tendency to get jumpy as hell about it. Maybe he was still a little in wolf brain since he'd told her once that every new thought that showed up was the whole world in wolf mode. She gently slid her hand around his neck carefully avoiding all the bruises and massaged sore muscle deftly in places it would help, not hurt.

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