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[gottaknockhard]

[After talking to Faye (read: after he figured out what Faye was trying to say), Spike inevitably went back to the castle to see for himself. Once he's there he's fully prepared to scoff at this whole thing, of course. He'd planned on checking on the guys in the clinic for a lark, when he stops. Something scuttles by, that he only barely catches in the corner of his eye but feels instantly familiar. Then slowly (very slowly as he stands still in the lobby), something occurs to him. Did he see something familiar back when...? It couldn't be, could it?

... You've never seen someone run so fast. He gets to his room in minutes, and only pauses once he reaches the doorknob. It has to be his imagination, right?]

...

[Five minutes later, he's back out, white as a sheet and cursing nonstop. The journal picks up some of that as he finally thinks to take it out.]

-- Ah. [WHOA, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT AGAINST HIS LEG? ... Nothing? Okay, wow, calm down. They're still behind the door, and he's picking up his pace. They don't have an airlock to shoot this thing out of, what the hell is--] I know what it is, get out of the castle.

[That's all he says. He needs his hand free to shoot, which he'll be doing right after he gets the fuck away from that room. He'll finish this later.]


OOC: I will have a post up about the specifics very soon (and answer questions there!), but as of this post, the fridge has been opened. Spike closed it again, but not well enough. There are now many more space lobsters coming out... so your characters are now free to be attacked at will!

Also feel free to run into Spike in the hall! Open open.

Comments

[luckyvalentine]

[it doesn't matter that the journal immediately gets shut--] I TOLD YOU!

[jammin_with_ed]

[She sees Spike rush by on his way away from his room.]

Spiiiike?

[Following, yep]

[optimystic]

[asdghasdgah] Spike, are you okay?

[black_dog_bite]

[After the talk with Cole, Jet had decided to go check on Edward. As he finds her, he also sees Spike dashing past as well.]

Hey, Spike! Hold on a minute...

[Turning back to Ed]
What do you think's up with him?

[jammin_with_ed]

[Whoa, hey, hi Jet. She shrugs]

Edward doesn't know. But Edward's gonna find ooo~ooout!

[She grins and rushes after him]

[deminuit]

Details, assho--

[ oh. the journal's been shut. ugh ]

[gottaknockhard]

[YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM IT WAS THIS SERIOUS. God, Faye, the horrors he's seen.............]

[gottaknockhard]

[Sorry guys, Spike is in full on panic mode and doesn't see them yet. He needs more ammo, bombs, something to tear the castle down and start from scratch...

As soon as he's at the end of the hallway, he's running down the stairs. (Can't take the elevator, too risky!!)]

fjda; assuming this is on the journal! just let me know if it's in person, I can edit!

[gottaknockhard]

[He doesn't check the journal until much later, and by then he's sounding out of breath and distracted. But, because it's Maya, he pauses in whatever he's doing.]

-- Did you get out?

[gottaknockhard]

[Hey, he told you the important part!! You'll have to catch him running if you want anything more from him.]

[noblefive]

What is it? Details would be nice, especially ways to kill them.

[gottaknockhard]

[He's working on it, geez. If everyone would get out of the castle so he could blow the whole damn thing up.

In any case, he's not so much of a jackass that he doesn't return to this eventually, although he's significantly distracted. (But not down yet!)]

... Last time we ejected it into space.

[noblefive]

Unfortunately, we've got a considerable lack of interstelar real estate to repopulate these buggers with. Anything else?

[gottaknockhard]

[He's thinking... what the hell didn't he try on those things? Huge explosions is all he can think of, especially after what he just saw.]

You don't sound like you're evacuating.

[noblefive]

That's affirmative, sir. Unless these things have diamond-tipped teeth, they ain't gettin' through my armour.

And even then, they'd have a hard time of it.

[gottaknockhard]

[There's silence before he replies again, which may be due to some jumping back at ... something rolling off the table and hitting the ground. (Shit, he's still shaken up.)]

You're one of those? [Kind of hard to miss the guys in armor.] I'd keep it on then.

[noblefive]

Cheif Warrant Officer Noble Five, at your service.

Now we've got that cleared up, mind answering my questions, sir?

[ectobabble]

Spike? .... Spike! SPIKE, what is it?!

[jammin_with_ed]

[Edward's hot on heels, easily keeping up with the guy]

Spiiiiike?!

yes! sorry, it was on the journal asghsdgah I need to be clear

[optimystic]

[booo, she keeps her journal wtih her, waiting to hear something] There you are!

Kind of? I'm trying to help people get out, but what's going on?

[gottaknockhard]

[Warrant Officer? ... ]

Wish I had time. -- You have any explosives with you? [Yeah, he's more interested in asking his questions. How rude.]

[gottaknockhard]

[You can expect his reply to come long after Ray asked. Spike is kind of all over the place right now, trying to figure out a plan in the midst of all the terror and panic that he's totally getting over...]

It's a long story -- [aka it's a story that makes him look bad] -- I don't know how the hell they got here.

[gottaknockhard]

[Oh what, someone is calling after him. He turns his head in the middle of flying down the stairs -- and ends up tripping over himself and having to stop and grab the wall. ... Smooth.]

Ed? Where did you come from?

I thought so! I just wanted to double check <:

[gottaknockhard]

[Maya you don't even want to know... he's seen things that can never be unseen.]

They're here.

[optimystic]

[asdgkhasdgh]

D-Don't give a creepy-vague answer like that! Who's 'they'?