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[gottaknockhard]

[Here Spike was, coming back to his room after some quality time at a bar, innocently going about his day. Usual stuff. When he gets there, he doesn't bother to flip the lights on, and throws his jacket to where a chair usually sits -- only to hear it fall to the floor instead (...coincidentally causing the journal to fly out of it...). Huh.

He doesn't dwell on it though. Maybe he moved the chair and doesn't remember. Or he's more tipsy than he thought, which is always possible. Then he takes a step and immediately runs into something.]

Ow.

[-- what the? That's when he flips on the light to see a pile of shopping bags. ...

Recognition (very) slowly dawns on him as he has a better look around and gets incrementally more disturbed. Why... is he in Faye's room? How does that even happen? Did he forget what floor he was on? That's when he hears someone (who definitely isn't Faye) call out from the bed to turn off the light. That snaps his attention back to ask a much more pressing question.]

Who the hell are you?



ooc: Continuing the loss! Open over the journal.

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[ofhope]

[ That...isn't Katara's voice. And once again, this bed smells different, only something he's noticing now that he's really waking up. So Joshua sits up groggily, rubbing at his eyes and looking over.

Oh that guy looks familiar... It's kind of impossible to forget that look, even with Joshua's terrible short-term memory.

Looking around, Joshua quickly recognizes the room as well, which only earns Spike an odder look. Wasn't he supposed to be in Katara's room the whole week? ]

...Hm. I guess if you came to give Valentine a late night visit, you must be pretty disappointed right now.

[ Seriously Spike, a booty call? Although Joshua's part probably looks much worse. ]

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[gottaknockhard]

[He's already regretting asking that question. Spike does what he can to avoid the details of what Faye does in her spare time, but it's hard when the castle rubs it in his face like this. It'll take him a minute to stop gaping when he figures out who it is on the bed.]

What? [You're boning Joshua now, Faye? That shouldn't even be legal. Although he really shouldn't be so surprised. (Why is he not leaving? It's like he's paralyzed by how hard he's judging her right now.)] ... I must've got the wrong room.

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[ofhope]

So have I!

[ He groans, flopping back. ]

This should be the other girl's room. Why am I here now...?

[ And why is Spike here and not Faye? No Joshua doesn't actually care about that. Quiet contemplation...before he suddenly jumps out of bed and rushes over. ]

Ah, wait! You just had that door opened, right?!

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[gottaknockhard]

[Spike isn't really paying attention to what Joshua is saying, or it's all coming to him in delayed bursts. If only he knew he just doomed them both...]

What other girl? [Maybe you should start explaining, because he is so lost right now.]

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[ofhope]

The waterbending girl. At least I know her room is clean.

[ Spike GTFO of his way, so he can try to open the door. UUUGH FAIL. What is this? Joshua's suddenly feeling suspicious. Losses...didn't work this way, did they? Shouldn't he have been in Katara's room the whole week? ]

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[gottaknockhard]

[Okay that doesn't make any sense to him either, but now he's sharply focused on the door. Suddenly he's getting suspicious too. Of all the goddamn stupid...]

Is this a castle thing?

dictated;

[common_name]

[Someone should've found the journal and closed it, you know. Because... guess what? You guys definitely have an eavesdropper right now. Who just heard that entire thing.

Of course, she's missing a lot of context, and she's... not really sure exactly what's going on here. But, whatever. She can figure that out later. There are more important things to attend to right now.]

Where are you?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Pay no attention to all the banging and swearing going on in the background before it finally occurs to him that he should check his journal and see if this is going on elsewhere... and spots it open on the floor. Oopes.

And of course, he sees her message first.]

Still in the castle. [How much did she hear?] The door's jammed.

dictated;

[common_name]

[Well, two-year-old tantrums like that are pretty much par for the course as far as Spike is concerned, so. Fortunately for him, she stays patiently on the proverbial line until he responds.]

Do you know the room?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Funny, even though this is in no way remotely his fault, he's still reluctant to tell her which room it is. Maybe he's hoping he can disappear before he has to listen to any of Faye's screaming. Or you know... have anyone find out about the escaped convict over there.]

Yeah. ... It's alright, I've handled these things before. [Not when magic is involved, but kicking down doors is sort of his forte.]

dictated;

[common_name]

[That's something she's starting to pick up on. Why is he being so reluctant? No, it's not like she's used to getting straight answers out of him by any stretch of the imagination, but for some reason...--

She's quiet for a moment or two.]

It might help to have someone try it from the outside.

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[gottaknockhard]

[He's not really a big fan of needing to be rescued on top of that. This could be slightly embarrassing.]

I'll let you know when to grab the chainsaw.

[luckyvalentine]

[hey boys, the doorknob is rattling!

Someone else was apparently out late at the bar as well, and can't figure out why her door won't open.]

What the...

[it pauses while she leans back to look at the name and make sure she has the right room]

[gottaknockhard]

[That rattling gets Spike's immediate attention. (Shit, this is kind of awkwardly incriminating, isn't it? He was too slow.)

... Just don't. Say anything. Maybe she'll go away.]

[ofhope]

[ That just...gets all sorts of attention from Joshua. With a little smile, he walks over to the door and listens. Maybe she'll try shooting it open? Or just start cussing. Who knows with her... ]

[luckyvalentine]

[for now, there's just muttered cursing, followed by her shoving her shoulder against it. maybe it's just stuck!]

[gottaknockhard]

[And Spike slowly backs away from the door, hoping Joshua will have the sense to stay quiet. She's going to start screaming if they don't.]

[ofhope]

[ Well there's one other thing he didn't inform you of, Spike, and that's that the door can actually open a tiny bit. At her shoving, it finally opens a sliver, no more than an inch and there Joshua is, waving. ]

Sorry. You've been evicted.

[gevurah]

[ She doesn't say anything, however she's watching this. ]

[gottaknockhard]

[She can enjoy some questionable door-kicking noises, because the journal loves sharing frustration. (And you know... if she feels like dropping off some explosives, Spike wouldn't judge her for it.)]

Action; One day later...

[gottaknockhard]

[Sleeping in Faye's room isn't incredibly comfortable. Spike refused to sleep in the bed, and he didn't want to think what her couch had been used for, so he didn't have many options. Eventually, he had fallen asleep sitting against the wall, next to the pile of spenf cigarettes he's accumulated over the past 24 hours.

If it's up to him, he'll nap until this whole thing is over.]

[ofhope]

[ Except Joshua's had enough alone time, not able to sleep anymore, and having long since dressed and fixed himself cereal. He can manage that much, and by now he knows Spike's a useless bum so asking him to cook is a waste of time.

But he's not boring, despite being quiet, so the teen's actually going to try to wake him up around noon when he's done reading. This should be easily accomplished by holding the alarm clock next to Spike's ear and setting it off at max volume. ]

[gottaknockhard]

[Five minutes. It couldn't have been more than five that Spike was blissfully somewhere else when a godawful blaring shoots his eyes open. He stands before his brain catches up to the movement, taking a half-ass swipe for the clock as he does. The only words out of his mouth is some slurred string of curses while he pieces it all together. (Go ahead and guess the last time he woke up to an alarm clock.)]

Turn it off. [What's wrong with you??]

[ofhope]

[ Laughing in delight, Joshua tugs the alarm clock away and turns it off. SPIKE YOU ARE CLEARLY A MORNING PERSON. ]

Good afternoon! You smell like stale cigarettes. You should probably bathe, and then eat. Then we can watch a film or play some card games.

[gottaknockhard]

[Ugh, he's still trapped in this room, why... Not only that, but now his back is sore from leaning against the wall. Everything is so annoying, all he can do is squint.]

I was sleeping.

[As if making a point.]