Meta: Conversation between headmates because mun was going nuts and had to write it out

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[After/At the same time as this conversation/flirtation with Illyria]

Wesley: You were flirting with her.
Adam: ...So?
Wesley: Don't.
Adam: Or what?
Wesley: *cocks a gun, points it at his head*
Adam: Don't you think that's a bit on the extreme side?
Wesley: No.
Adam: She wasn't even your Illyria.
Wesley: She's Illyria.
Adam: Oh, please. You have one. And a Fred. And Methos. And Soren. And Faith, if you play your cards right. Oh, and the vampire girl...
Wesley: She doesn't count. You have seven Peters, seven Elles, three Hiros, Jack Harkness and Maggie. And Melissa. And Sark.
Adam: Oh, that's just not right. Some of those Peters and Elles and all of the Hiros are the same. You're counting timelines/universes and fic that has nothing to do with RP. I didn't count Fred twice! Or mention the dead bint. And leave Sark out of it.
Sark: Yes, please. Far, far out of it.
Adam: Aww, puppy, that's not a fun attitude to take.
Sark: You're the one who said it.
Adam: You know I didn't mean it like that...
Wesley: *frustrated, interrupts* I stand by my count. And I'm fairly certain you were flirting with Sylar yesterday.
Adam: Whatever. Fine. Your point, oh Mr. Creative Counter?
Melissa: *a bit late to the party* Hey--how'd I get on the list?
Adam: Don't you want to be?
Melissa: ....Nathan would seriously kill you.
Adam: Oh, not in Eden.
Melissa: Henry would totally kill you.
Adam: We could have our own 'verse...
Melissa: *looks tempted*
Wesley: *interrupts again* Stay away from her.
Adam: What do you care if the girl and I are considering things?
Wesley: Not her. Illyria.
Melissa: *looks insulted by the inflection*
Devin: *distracts Melissa*
Adam: Might I remind you, she sought me out?
Wesley: I don't care.
Adam: Jealous?
Wesley: *narrow eyes*
Adam: Is this about Methos? I swear it was a century ago, and meant nothing.
Wesley: Y-you...?
Adam: Oh. *long pause* You didn't know about that?
Methos: No, you idiot, he didn't.
Adam: Well, how was I supposed to know?
Methos: *gives a look*
Adam: *shrugs*
Wesley: *gapes*
Byron: I was there, too, by the way.
Methos: Yes, love, but no one cares right now.
Byron: *goes off to sulk*
Marissa: *to Adam* I thought you didn't like threesomes unless it was Peter and Elle.
Adam: *shrugs* I was trying something new. And, well...*gestures* Look at them.
Marissa: *looks*
Byron and Methos: *preen*
Marissa: Right.
Wesley: AND YOUR SISTER.
Everyone: *stares at him*
Marissa: *smirks* Your point?
Adam: *facepalms*
Wesley: *looks all mortally offended by incestuous carrying ons*
Methos: I'll wager it's more about Soren than Illyria.
Adam: *blinks* Huh?
Methos: When you were emo?
Adam: Nothing happened!
Wesley: *grumbles* Only because the Ladies had to go to bed.
Surreal: Which was highly disappointing, let me say.
Wesley: *stares at her* What?
Surreal: What? He's pretty. I wanted to watch.
Wesley: *scowls*
Surreal: Honestly, I have more right to be offended than you do. He is my husband.
Wesley: He slept with mine, too.
Adam: Before you were born, Watcher.
Giles: *looks up from book he's reading* He's not a Watcher anymore.
Wesley: Um, yes. I am. I've got a whole Slayer school!
Adam: *perks up*
Wesley: Stay away from them.
Methos: *mildly* And Evie.
Evie: Huh? *was totally just eyeing Byron, who is, sadly, oblivious as he's mooning after Methos, who is far too amused*
Wesley: Just...stay away from Illyria.
Adam: *leans against wall* What about Soren?
Wesley: *snarly* He's a big boy, he can do as he pleases.
Surreal: *sidles up to Adam, with a smirk* So, about that aversion to threesomes....

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So he gets to be a toy that doesn't break! She'll like that.

They should do. Um. Something. Five: *hugs him a lot*

(Dark Five calmly informs him that if Melissa is hurt, he will burn him to ashes and keep him in an urn. Five pulls a face and elbows him. Dark Five looks perfectly innocent.

Oh, god, they could be a sitcom.)

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Wesley: *facepalms*

They should! Yes!!!!!!

(Adam says he has no intention of hurting the girl. He likes her. Or she drives him mad and it's strangle her or kiss her one.)

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Wesley, Illyria will be fine. I think she can handle the machinations of one human.

BOYS. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO.

(Five says intentions don't always mean much in the end. Dark Five smirks and shakes his head and says his threat stands.)

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Wesley: *frets and fumes*

Byron: Shag? Me: *facepalms*

(Adam says he can only speak for his intentions, and the threat is duly noted. Melissa facepalms)

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*pets him* There, there.

Byron, that is not very creative. Not that Five would say NO, but, really.

(The Fives are satisfied. Five looks sheepishly at Melissa and shrugs. Resists urge to make 'crazy' sign near Dark Five's head.)

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Wes: *glares at being patronized*

Byron: Do you know how long it's been since I had a good shag? But we could go...see something. Aislinn would like to see the butterfly people or whatever, again.

(LOL. *pets them* Adam in Paradisa, meanwhile, is inordinately excited about baseball and quarterstaffs. He's chattering on to Peter about it)

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Wes, if you're going to be cutely overprotective of a demon god, there will be patting.

You can shag in interesting places! Five: Yes, we could... There are some magnificent fields there, you know, full of soft silver grass, quite isolated...

(Awwww. XD ...They can place baseball with quarterstaffs!)

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Wes: *looks disgruntled*

Byron: *perks up more* That sounds lovely...

(LOL)