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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.
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Oh. It's Spike. Spike? When did he get...
Stepping on his hand with her free foot, she gives a not gentle push with her sneaker.]
Spike? Oh my god, let go! You're going to give me a heart attack!
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[Spike pulls his hand back and glares up at the familiar witch. Well. They're not killing one another. That's a start.]
Give me a break, would you? It's not easy getting attention when you're stuck under a great sodding bridge, is it?
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[Then again, this was Spike. Never mind.]
So, uh... [She peers over the bridge.] You just get here? [Of course, she's noticed the pants, so...]
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[Yes, Willow, he just arrived.]
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[Sighing, she heads back down across the bridge, meeting him at the river bank.]
Well, I guess I'm the lucky one who gets to welcome you to Luceti.
[If she sounds iffy, it's because you were a bit off your rocker last she knew. Feel free to notice the little green wings sprouting from her back at any time! She's currently scanning the area for a little black book.]
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Lucky us, right? Nice wings. So it's not just me, then, is it?
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Try not to mess with 'em too much. I, uh....assume it works the same on vamps as on everyone else.
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[He can't really go anywhere without something to cover up with. He's very naked down here, in more ways than one.]
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Um... [She looks in the direction of house seven.] I'm actually not too far from the house. I could get you something really fast!
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Well then, by all means. The troll under the bridge routine's getting a bit old, now.
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One fuzzy blanket coming right up.
[She'll return some minutes later, not with a fuzzy blanket...but a fuzzy, pink, girly hoodie. Also a floral print umbrella. Just in case.]
Uh...I don't think we had anything in your size, but...it's a little big on me, at least. [They're sort of all young women at home. For the most part. She offers the items with a sheepish grin. TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.]
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Bloody hell. Is this really the best you could do? [He's taking the items. But still.]
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[THAT'S RIGHT, SPIKE, you've got homework. She brought her own journal, conveniently turned to the guide, which she takes out of her bag with a grin.
She might be milking this just a little bit. Maybe.]
Housewarming gift #2. Yours should turn up eventually.
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The less time I have to spend like this, the better. So how about you lead me on home, right?
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So, uh, how're you feeling, Spike? Nice and....sane?
[He hasn't tried to eat her yet, so he's not pre-chip, at least.]
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[He leafed through the journal, not really even reading it. He was angling the umbrella to try and keep his feet from sizzling.]
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Wait. Not dead? Why would you be dead?
[Buffy did tell her the story of what happened...will happen?...that last day in Sunnydale. But that was a little while ago now, so brief memory lapse.
Plus it hardly sounded real to begin with.]
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Well, this might be a little hard to process, Red, but when a man goes in a Hellmouth and has the entire bloody thing come and swallow him up in a big inferno of destruction, it tends to be bad for a man's health. Even for a vampire.
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It's just, last I saw you, you were alive and well! Or. Maybe not "well." Or...technically even alive. But. You weren't dead. Just undead.
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Wait, a year? So why aren't you dead?
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[A pause as he looks at the house. Oh hey. He can smell Buffy.]
Your place, right?
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[And perks back up at his question!] Yep! Good ol' House Seven. Uh. I'm not sure if Buffy's in right now... [She hadn't been when Willow fetched her pink floral rescue kit, at least.]
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Well. Am I allowed in?
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I invite you in, Spike. [Please don't make her regret this...]
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