Public Service Announcement

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

['Ryotarou' appears on the Plane, megaphone in hand. He turns it on, then begins addressing what is assumed to be everyone else within hearing range]

For those of you who are not yet aware, me and Ryotarou have switched bodies. 'Me' being Jack Harkness. We're hoping it's only temporary, but until then, here's the deal:

If you wish to drink my blood, kiss me, sleep with me, harm my body just because you can, or flirt with me, wait until things go back to normal. Same goes if you want to talk to me about something sexual, important, private, supposedly-secret, or have any conversation you don't feel could be taken seriously with Ryotarou involved.

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

But I don't care. It's over and nothing too bad happened because of it, so...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Your blood, what does it look like now?

[madamemoiselle]

Hm? {Rather than describe it, Diva just brings her hand to her mouth and bites hard, withdrawing it to let him see the sparkling black blood} Like this?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[frowns as he sees the blood] Just like the Brigadier's after he died.

[madamemoiselle]

Mmhmm. People that have died, ours all looks like this. And it sounds different, but that's not something you would know.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Not from personal experience, no.

Think it has something to do with your hunger? Maybe you need a lot more blood now.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, i drank a lot that time and it didn't really go away at all.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Something else then.

[madamemoiselle]

I guess...It's...Well, I'll figure it out eventually. {OR DIE OF HUNGER, but no one cares about that!}

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Have you tried real food? [It apparently does not occur to people]

[madamemoiselle]

Actually, I did! It didn't help, unfortunately...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

A specific sort of blood, then?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, the different types don't really matter. I mean, A blood, AB, O, they taste mostly the same.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Is there any kind of special blood in your world?

[madamemoiselle]

Not that I know of. The only kind that's different is well, mine.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates a moment, because that's really the worst of possibilities]....have you tried drinking the black blood?

[madamemoiselle]

...No! No, of course not! The people that have it, I can't drink their blood...!

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[He's silent for a moment, a frown on his face] It's a worse-case scenario, but what if that's the type of blood you have to drink now?

The type that matches yours.

[madamemoiselle]

...That...That's not fair. But, that...

It makes sense.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I know.

And I really, really hope I'm wrong.

[madamemoiselle]

...{Frowns, looking like she might cry} But then, I guess they'll hate me. But the people that have died, I like them. I can't.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

We don't know for sure, though. It might just be a temporary thing.

[madamemoiselle]

Mmm...I...really hope, if that's it...that it's temporary.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Even if it's not, we'll figure something out, ok?

[madamemoiselle]

...Thank you.