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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.]
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[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.]
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[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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She's more used to watching out for marauding pirates on this bridge than an undead Billy Idol wanna-be underneath it.
Luckily, she's not walking too fast. Not in a hurry here, nope.]
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Now, there wasn't much commitment behind this smile. Nothing especially or truly happy. But it was enough to have a friendly face for the New Feathers that were now trickling into town. She'd already run into one familiar face -- albeit one that had grown familiar here in Luceti itself.
This afternoon, however, was about to take a turn for the even more familiar.
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[voiiiiiice]
Sweet honeywasp. My Spike.
[Someone sounds supremely glad that you are here, but in the next breath she is scolding you:]
How naughty! Naughty to leave me here alone with just trails of you!
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[voiiiiiice!] Surprose. : |
[voiiiiiice!] about time. : |
IT WOULDN'T BE SURPROSE IF IT HAPPENED RIGHT AWAY
or if I knew they were coming!
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So she plead off, for a time, and decided to go for a walk after dark. Maybe she would head towards the Battle Dome, or maybe into town, but either way it was entirely possible she'd manage to cross paths with a New Feather. It was September, and they were everywhere.
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action; now you're doomed
Oh! What are those?
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[voice]
Doesn't matter how much you want to do something. You're as stuck here as the rest of us.
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[action house seven]
Jack sounded, strangely, GLAD to see the vampire. Well. Not glad, exactly, but they'd bro'd around quite a bit last time he'd been in Luceti.
"Bugger -- what're you doing here?!"
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But Drusilla was still wandering somewhere around the joint and, as unlikely as success might be, Faith figured she should do her part in trying to find their resident goth diva. The way things were going, though, it wouldn't take much to distract her.
She was pretty sure she'd seen country hollers with more of a night life than this joint.]
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[action] on the 7th
[Elizabeth is coming down to make herself some tea when she spots the familiar man. She knows the man to be someone she has met, but could place when or where even after his broadcast the day before. Some who returned did not remember. She could not count on his memory to serve him any better. In any event, he must be newly returned, for she doesn't believe he's been in Luceti for some time.
Still, what is he doing in the house? She peers at him, hand still hovering over the unopened cabinet.]
Do excuse my boldness, but I believe I have met you before, despite whether you remember me or not.
[Way to forego even saying hi, Elizabeth.]
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