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[Action, Locked to Willow]
[A few moments before Spike arrived, he and Illyria had just escaped most of the main action and a great big bloody dragon come out of nowhere. He'd lost track of Angel and Gunn. Wesley was dead. So now it was just the two of them. Until Spike suddenly came to the surface of the river, cursing as he suddenly started burning and then swimming back underwater again until he could hide under the shade of the bridge. A bloody tiny bridge. And here he was with only a pair of white pants, now failing to hide much of anything, as he ended up STUCK in this tiny shadow. There was a book in the sunlight that was just out of reach. As the day passed on, it continued to get further away from him as the sun shifted the shadows further and further away.

What bollocks.

He decided he'd just wait until the first person came across the bridge and get their attention. That ought to do it.]

[Action/Voice, Open To All]

[Well, Willow took him 'home'. And he rather decided he liked it. Of course, a vamp can't make himself good and comfy without the proper accouterments. So after taking a nice long shower in House Seven, perusing the kitchen, and no doubt making his new housies terrible uncomfortable, he makes his way out as soon as it's evening. In his New Feather pants at first, because what else was there? But his first stop is the clothing store and he's soon back into slimming back. And then it's off to pick out a fancy weapon, get some blood at Good Spirits, find some smokes, recollect his lighter, and then snoop around town because he knows a certain old flame is around here. ~~Not you, Buffy.~~

Around midnight, he hits up the journal after finally recollecting it from beside the bridge.]

This is a nice little village you lot have here. Very cozy. Has a certain quality to it, you might say. Very Shyamalan-type setting. Too cheerful. Downright unsettling, if you ask me.

Anyway, who do I talk to for the big plan? I've done my sitting around already. Relaxing, sure. Not too fond of the wings. Too ironic for my taste. But I'm ready to go and find the wankers who locked us up in here and do something about it. Champion of the people, right here. Just point me in the right direction.

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It was the river that caught me off guard, really. But seeing as I'd just been to Hell before that, can't say it surprised me that much. I always fancy gaining new limbs than losing them.

Helped that you knew what it was too.

[Although she has to admit, coming from Hell is pretty impressive.]

Most people probably would, if those were the only two choices. I would say it gets worse, but it's hard to think Hell wouldn't win out just for being--Hell.

It still can be pretty bad around here, though.

Oh, real bad, I can tell. The free booze and smokes seems downright barbaric.

Uh huh. Say that when you get turned into a living ball of hair that can't drink or smoke anything.

I don't fancy being here long enough for that.

Find me in three weeks and say that.

Maybe I will. You know, a bit of encouragement wouldn't kill you lot.

Edited 2012-09-08 03:43 (UTC)

I wasn't the optimistic type even before I got here.

So now you can spread that upbeat attitude all around. Luceti must be glad to have you.

Do you really think it would help if people sounded perky when they talked about the mind-and-body altering experiments?

Might add a little spice around her. Seeing as you're so intent on people not leaving, a little incentive to stick around might go a long way.

Edited 2012-09-08 04:02 (UTC)

Doesn't matter who wants to say or who wants to go. We're all stuck here. Pick a direction and start walking, eventually you'll come to a barrier keeping everyone in.

Right, because that was my big plan. Think what you like, but I'm not bloody stupid.

I think you're new, and I don't know what you've already been told about Luceti.

So then what is your grand plan?

Well, I thought I might ask for some input. See what others have to say about it. Teamwork and all that.

...Right. Good luck with that.

Seems in this place, I'll be needing it.

Right along with the free booze and cigarettes.

Those too. Thank the powers that it's not just the American stuff either.

You mean the country, right?

[She's learning!]

They can't make alcohol right?

Right. Not that they don't put the effort into it. But only few are really actually good.

You might have better luck here. There are drinks from all sorts of places, including ones other than earth.

Well lucky, that. At least I won't get bored trying to get myself pissed.

If you just want to get drunk, Romulan ale is supposed to be the fastest way to do it.

Romulan Ale? Never heard of it.

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