// hippie!sync

this all started with the boys going through a phase of wearing delightful paisley and muslin shirts, beads, little crotcheted caps and all manner of wondrous hippie-type regalia. and so, the idea of hippie!sync came into play. blame it on some bad cous-cous.

- from a livejournal entry I made:

I have now introduced into the picture hippie!Joseph, who wears a fringed poncho, and hippie!Chris, who handweaves his own hemp sandals. They're currently hanging out at hippie!Justin's pad, while he cooks the cous cous with bespectacled!artstudent!JC's help. hippie!Lance is making mulled spiced wine and trying to set the beanbags on fire. hippie!Lance has pyro!tendancies, y'see. hippie!Joseph and hippie!Chris are going to have a talk to him about it. hippie!Chris wants beat some sense into hippie!Lance with his hemp sandals, but bespectacled!artstudent!JC is morally opposed to violence, on the grounds that "it hurts people a really lot, cat." hippie!Joseph has a backup plan involving smothering hippie!Lance with his fringed poncho, but hippie!Justin feels that might hamper the whole breathing process and interfere with the karma of the cous cous. hippie!Chris mutters that "cous cous tastes like bird shit anyway," and bespectacled!artstudent!JC sniffs in outrage and snaps "you told me you liked it when I cooked it for you," to which hippie!Joseph points out that hippie!Chris will say anything to get into pretty boys' kaftans.

Inspired by beat!poet hippie!Justin goodness, I am cooking cous cous for lunch. have never cooked cous cous before. It could possibly end up as a disaster, but I shall soldier on, for beat!poet hippie!Justin would want to for me to do it, I'm sure.

He'd stand there, crotchet cap at a jaunty angle, hands on tie-dyed jean-clad hips, twisting the hem of his muslin shirt between long, elegant fingers. "d'you know what you're doing?" he'd ask, with the hint of a grin playing around the corners of those full lips. and when I admit that I don't really have a clue, man...he'd press up close behind me, rest his chin on my shoulder -- and, mmm, he smells so good...patchouli and musk, and there's the soft scrape of two-day beard growth against my cheek- and his arms would encircle me, and he'd say, "then allow me."

and you know, I think I'd allow him any damn thing he pleased. Especially if he let his friend bespectacled!artstudent!JC join in too.

Okay, so when we last left the hippie!sync boys, bespectacled!artstudent!JC was a little miffed that hippie!Chris had apparently lied about liking cous cous, and hippie!Joseph was inferring that hippie!Chris may have distorted the truth just to get into bespectacled!artstudent!JC's kaftan. There was also threats of bodily harm involving hemp sandals against hippie!Lance by hippie!Chris, much to the consternation of hippie!Justin, who is concerned about karmic repercussions on his cous cous-- not to mention the whole anti-violence stance of bespectacled!artstudent!JC, who is actually getting pretty close to sniffling. He's not having a good day at all.

So, I thought it was about time for some cosmic bondage bonding. yeah.

part one:

[hippie!Justin bursts through the bead curtain, brandishing a spatula, which he waves in a pleasing concentric pattern]

Justin: okay...okay. dudes. we need to like...mellow out here. there is some bad karma here. bad, bad karma.

Joey: [sheepishly] uh...that could be me. chickpeas, man. they wreak havoc with a bloke's digestive system. sorry. [waves hand by his butt frantically]

Justin: oh good goddess.... but no...not that. though....where IS the incense? cos Joseph, i love you man, but yeah. you reek. i'm saying it with respect though, man. but no...i'm talking about the violence, man. the violence. [waves spatula emphatically at hippie!Chris, who is brandishing a hemp sandal above hippie!Lance's head]

Chris: [scowling] i'm just trying-

JC: [slightly hysterical] just trying to get into his kaftan, perhaps? is that what you're "just trying" to do? oh yeah, cat. i hear you're good at that. very good. [sniffs loudly]

Chris: [pointing sandal at JC] no! no man, you're putting words in my mouth! you're misinterpreting my message to you. i am all about the love. you're trying to deny me the love, and that, man, is not cool.

JC: [hissing] you lied about my cous cous. you lied, cat. and that is not cool. not cool at all. you disrespected me, and you disrespected the cous cous. not to mention what you did to my kaftan. i loved that kaftan. i don't think i'll ever get the stain out.

Lance: the mulled wine is done! anyone want some? [falls over] oops. maybe i shouldn't have tasted that last bottle. [dissolves into giggles] anyone got any matches? [grabs beanbag]

Chris: [raising sandal again] UNHAND THAT BEANBAG!

Justin: [banging spatula on the wall] THAT. IS. ENOUGH!

[everyone stops and stares at Justin]

Justin: [massaging his temples] ok. ok. sorry to be loud and all, because you know, not good karma and all that...but you're all fucking up my chi. my chi is well and truly fucked. too much yelling, man. too much. you're creating bad vibes for the cous cous.

Joey: i think we all need a group hug. yes. we need to feel the love. group hug! [flings out arms] come hug the Joseph, people.

Chris: [screwing up nose] is the air clear over there? i am all about the love, as you know, but i am not all about the breathing of the chickpea fumes. that would definitely not be good for my chi, if you know what i'm saying.

JC: [blowing his nose loudly] ok. i think i could participate in a group hug. i don't think that would be compromising my feelings right now. though, i'm still a little upset with Chris, but i can set that aside for the greater good of the collective. yes. i could do that. it might help calm my inner spirit animal a little.

Lance: [from the floor] my inner spirit animal really needs to take a leak, but it's legs won't work. and i appear to be tangled in this beanbag. oh dear. [giggles insanely]

Justin: [sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Lance] ok, we can do this down here. come on...sit down. join hands...feel the love flow. embrace the karma and harness it. turn away the bad karma and welcome in the good. [hums quietly] i'd like to recite a poem-

JC: [sitting down] is that my spatula? it looks like my spatula. did you steal my spatula?

Chris: JC? is your inner spirit animal a womble, by any chance?

JC: [grabbing spatula and throwing it at Chris] SHUT!UP!

Justin: [rolling eyes] just stop that, you two. stop it. don't make me get out the Temple of Punishment. i'll do it, you know i will. i wil! really!

Lance: [lounging on a beanbag] just do it, you whore. you know you want to. and i kinda like it. especially the nipple clamps. i like those a really lot. [eyes light up] and they're....flammable!

Joey: [suspiciously] nipple clamps? have you been holding out on me, Justin? why have i never heard of this Temple of Punishment? am i being denied? my aura is feeling very cloudy all of a sudden, and i think my inner spirit animal is weeping. weeping, i say.

JC: [panicked] oh no! Joey's spirit animal is WEEPING! oh my GODDESS! someone DO something! [grabs spatula and hisses at Justin] this is mine, you fucker. [grabs Joey] JOEY! it's ok....i'll share my chi with you. can you feel it?

Joey: [grinning] i can feel something, man. i don't think it's your chi, though.

Chris: [standing up, hands on hips] oh, that's right. that's great. get all confrontational with me about the whole free love business, and yet throw yourself at Joseph there. anything in a fringed poncho, eh? am i not man enough for you any more, JC? hmmm? i am love, remember? you told me you loved that i was love, man.

JC: [undoing his pants] i also loved my kaftan, and you ruined it. [shuffles closer to Joey] besides, you could always join us. i have enough chi for everyone. and i mean everyone. [throws arms wide, hitting Lance on the head] oops, sorry, cat. want me to blow you better?

Lance: can i wear the nipple clamps while you do it?

JC: man, i insist on it. [lies down across Joey's knees]

Justin: okay, not quite what i had in mind, but i'm sure a nice afternoon of tantric sex will restore the karmic balance here. let me just go light some vertivert incense and get the vibrating beaded pillows, ok? i remember Joseph liked those a lot last time, right Joseph?

Joey: [with his head in JC's lap] mmmpph? mmmhmmm. [nods]

JC: [eyes closed, and smiling] oh yes. i remember what your inner spirit animal is now, Joseph. a leech. lovely. make sure you harness all it's sucking power there, cat. oh....yeeeeesssss..... [toes curl]

[fade to black, the smell of vertivert incense drifting in the air and the muted buzz of vibrating pillows echoing softly]

part two:

our five heroes are all sprawled on the beaded fringed pillows, passing around a joint that hippie!Joseph found tucked in the depths of his kaftan. it's pretty potent stuff, and they're all slack-jawed and giggling.

Justin: i....yes. i. [he points, but the effort of keeping his finger upright is just too much.] nevermind.
JC: orange. [he nods wisely, and giggles.]
Justin: [amazed] that's exactly it. goddess, i love you.
JC: [still giggling] i have a penis in my trousers! i forgot! i'm so happy!
Lance: [picks up the remote and switches on the tv] we need porn. where's the porn? porn. poooooooorrrrrrn.
Joey: [happily munching] porn and peanuts. life is grand.
Chris: peanuts? where'd you get the peanuts? i never got any peanuts. where are the peanuts? why am i being denied the peanuts? WHY?
Joey: woah, mellow out there, Christopher. you'll sprain your aura. here, have some peanuts. [gives handful to Chris.]
Chris: dude. these aren't peanuts. they're styrofoam beads from the beanbag Lance slaughtered earlier.
Joey: [looking closely] huh. so they are. i thought they were kinda chewy. [tosses handful into mouth] but they taste great.
Lance: animals, all of you. oooh...porn!
JC: no! that's....[squeals in glee] TELETUBBIES! [he sings along happily to the theme song]
Justin: this programme is waaaaaay trippy, man. they're like....animals. except they're not. and they're....colours. and they have televisions in their bellies.
JC: i have a television in my belly.
Joey: you do not.
JC: i do too. look. [pulls up tshirt to reveal nothing but a flat belly]
Joey: wow. you really do.
JC: [panicked] FUCK! i DO? i was only kidding! [looks at stomach frantically] i...i can't see it!
Justin: [wide-eyed] maybe it's switched off?
JC: [hysterical] but HOW? i didn't press anything!
Lance: [smirking] maybe it's controlled by your dick.
Chris: yeah. like the rest of you. [he rolls off his beaded pillow, chortling]
JC: [wildly grabbing his crotch] oh goddess...maybe you're right. perhaps if i just squeeze here....oooh. [checks stomach] no. still no tv. ok...uh....maybe if i pull here...oh god....ungh....[checks stomach again] shit...i can't see it. i should just keep trying though, i think. [grabs crotch and strokes happily]
Lance: dude, you're jerking off to the Teletubbies? that's disturbed.
JC: [indignant] no, i'm trying to turn myself on.
Chris: [leering] well, i dunno about you, but i'm pretty turned on.
Justin: [waving hands around] would y'all shutup? i'm trying to watch here. this is a great episode. it's the one where the Tubbytoast machine breaks down.
Joey: oh no! i remember this one. it always makes me cry. no tubby toast! i mean...shit....[wipes eyes]...that's fucking tragic, man. it leaves Dipsy broken. broken, i say.
Lance: Dipsy? what about Tinky Winky? he's fucking devastated. not even his handbag can make him feel better. the anguish, man. it gets me right here. [thumps chest]
Justin: [thoughtfully] it's LaaLaa i feel for. she's so....
JC: [still stroking himself] yellow?
Justin: exactly. yellow. yell-ow. yell ow! ow! which is a cry for-
JC: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Justin: exactly. for fuck. [realises what he's said] i mean...what?
JC: [wiping his hand on his pants] um. nothing. [smiles blissfully]
Lance: JC, you're fucked up.
JC: not as fucked up as Po. she doesn't wear a helmet on that scooter. that's against the LAW, man. she's a vigilante. Po is cool. fucked up, but cool.
Chris: she's not exactly trying to avoid detection, being bright red and all. and she makes all those noises....
JC: that's her talking, Christopher. that's how she talks. she's an enigma. don't diss the Po. [waves hand dismissively]
Justin: she's a scooting vigilante.
JC: [in awed voice] dude, i know. she's my hero.
Joey: i thought i was your hero?
JC: well yeah. when you do that thing with your tongue? you're my hero then, man.
Joey: well, good.
Chris: man, you said i was your hero too.
JC: you are. that thing you do with your fingers? yeah. that kinda elevates you to hero status in my bed.
Lance: face it, C. you're just a whore.
JC: well, hello. [waves] i have needs. if that makes me a whore, then so be it. at least i don't set things on fire.
Justin: just my loins, baby. now quit fucking up the karmic flow with your bickering. there's drama in teletubby land. the man is trying to keep them down.
Chris: not the man, man? man, the man needs to back the fuck off, man.
Joey: how does Tinky Winky get all those things in his bag, anyway? you know, i've been thinking about it, and i really don't think that bag is big enough to fit all the other tubby's things in it.
Lance: no, it really is. it's an op--op--op-
JC: opressive fundamental regime of terror, is what you're trying to say here, Lance.
Lance: i was? hey, i'm good.
JC: see, this show is a representation of man's basic needs and how they're being denied by the-by the---you know. the mean people.
Joey: i hate the mean people. they're mean.
Chris: hate is such a negative emotion, Joseph. don't fall for the negativity. that's what the man wants, man.
Lance: you know what i wonder?
JC: not particularly, no.
Lance: well, i'm going to tell you anyway. i wonder-uh...i....[looks puzzled] uh...i forgot.
Justin: [sitting bolt upright] i think we need to harness our chi before it vanishes completely. partaking in Joseph's joint has sapped our strength.
JC: i know partaking in my joint sapped mine. [snickers]
Joey: group hug, maybe? [holds arms out]
Lance: yeah, whatever. [rolls off cushion and across floor to land at Joey's feet] i'm here. hug me.
Justin: if you sit up, Lance, we'll let you burn something.
Lance: [springs upright with a grin] you're on!

and so we leave the boys to their group hug. will they be back? who knows? stay tuned. or y'know, don't.

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