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First Stanza - [Action & Voice]
[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.
[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.
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.
[action house seven]
"Mmhmm. One of my very favorite places to be, actually! But -- not sure about what you mean by 'toothbrush bloke,' actually. That's rather....weird."
Jack paused to perform a mental check on that: "toothbrush bloke?"
Yes. Rather weird, all told.
[action house seven]
"You. With a toothbrush. So that means you're living here, are you? Live-in boyfriend. Well, she's certainly moving up, isn't she."
[action house seven]
Yes, this was definitely Spike. He COULD be annoying, Jack remembered now.
"Mmhmm. We live together, me an' her and Willow and Jilly and Lizzie."
The solo male in a house with four women: you'd think it would be nearly the fantasy it had the potential to be.
But no.
[action house seven]
"Well aren't you lucky. Do you make a go at a different one each night?"
[action house seven]
Because apart from the lack of desire to do it, that would be very, very, very dangerous.
"Buffy, remember? Her pirate."
[action house seven]
Spike really felt like he'd have a good time punching this pirate, as he claimed to be, and winning Buffy back with a show of violence. But he did agree not to cause waves. And he was trying to be the bigger man.
He closed the fridge and weaved his way around Jack. "You might be a half decent chap. But I'll give you a fair warning. I already don't much care for you. So you manage to stay out of my way until I work a way out of here and we'll both manage to live here with all our wings attached."
[action house seven]
Because this was clearly not the Spike Jack had known and gotten drunk with and insulted Angel with. This Spike? Hung up on Buffy. Soooo obviously hung up on her.
"My house, this, just as much as anyone else's. Don't recall you asking any of us permission to live here, savvy?"
[action house seven]
Unreasonable. Spike knew full well he was being ridiculous. It wasn't even just about Buffy. He'd failed to find Drusilla when he was out prowling the village. He didn't know anything that was going on. Everyone was intent on the fact this place was inescapable, right down to the bloody Slayer herself, and oh right. The world had just bloody well went and ended.
Having someone to finally take it out on was rather nice. A pity it wasn't Angel.
[action house seven]
Jack Sparrow might have learned to get along with Spike and even enjoy his company last time the vampire was in town, but there was no way he was going to share living quarters with him.
[action house seven]
Jack's pleasant tone was just serving to annoy him now. He knew good and well he'd be better on the other side of that door. Without bothering to look back, Spike made his way from the kitchen towards the front door. It was making for a very trying living situation when he was finding he didn't actually like being here.
[action house seven]
And hen's teeth, he would have to break the news to Buffy. She wouldn't take it so well, he was sure. But at least he'd have someone in his corner when it came to this Spike living in Seven charade. Ridiculous.
Later, Jack would even go so far as to toss all that filthy blood out into the trash. No no no no no. No blood in the fridge, next to all their proper victuals. NO.