paradisa | 039; backdated to midnight

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039; backdated to midnight

[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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[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?

[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.

[~~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?

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[(And how would that be any different from any other time, honestly?)

But, hey. That gets a smile out of her over here.]

Sounds more serious than I thought.

[Yes... because he was kidding....... And hey. It's good to hear her feeling better, so she manages to improve his mood regardless.]

It's a magic castle, it's always serious.

[Come on, Spike. You have to admit there's some humor to be found in this. (Or maybe her sense of humor has become a little morbid over the years. Same difference.)]

In that case, I'll have it ready.

[He gets the humor, but he'd rather be getting it once he's out of Faye's room.]

I'd appreciate it.

[ Waking uuuup you jerks aren't quiet. Well, Spike isn't quiet. ]

It can't be opened from the outside, either. You don't think I tried that before?

[... Hopefully Julia didn't overhear him. Spike is giving Joshua a look in case he doesn't sense that this is a bad time, and when he replies it's in a muted tone.]

That was a different room.

[Oh, but don't you know? Julia hears everything. And she'd been just about to walk around and try to listen for... banging and swearing when this new voice coming into the conversation causes her to take a pause.

... What...--

... Nevermind. Just... nevermind.]

What happened then?

[ The voice is soft and husky, young and slurred with sleep. Really it sounds as non-threatening as possible! And Spike can you tell how much he cares about your obvious discomfort? ]

Her name's Katara, I remember now. She's probably glad I left. But... I used my powers to try to open the door and windows, and nothing worked. Even super strength from the other side did nothing.

If it's like before, it will only be two days. But this is Valentine's room.

[Way to be a dick, Joshua. That was at least three things Spike would have liked to keep between the two of them. ... Except he actually didn't know all of that. (You could share these things with the guy who is stuck with you first, you know.)]

Two days?

[There's quite a bit in there she could have chosen to focus on. Like how two people ended up in a room that wasn't theirs. (Also, Valentine as in Faye Valentine?) Or powers... super strength... two days....

... Again, maybe it's better not to try to make sense of anything. Just focus on the pertinent issue at hand. That's usually the way to deal.]

But you haven't tried this one?

Not from the outside.

[This is getting annoying. He almost got away with downplaying whatever it is that's going on too... as if he knows what's going on.

And anyway, he doesn't trust Joshua enough to drag Julia into it yet.]

We'll think of something.

[He was never close to getting away with downplaying this. Not by a longshot. She's not stupid, you know.

And besides, shooting the shit over the journal like this isn't going to get anyone anywhere. Whether you like it or not, Spike, she's going to try to come bail your stupid butt.]

I can stop by.

[ Joshua's just looking amused in that 'LOL you're boned' sort of way as he hops out of bed. ]

Be my guest.

[Spike sees that, and he's back to squinting. Stop being entertained.]

... I'm not even sure I remember the room number. [He thought he was on a totally different floor before he got here, anyway. And Faye doesn't take well to his visits, so it's been a while.]

314.

[THANK YOU, JOSHUA. For actually giving her a straight answer. And something to go on. ~~Unlike idiot up there.~~ You're a pal.]

I'll be there soon.

[Yep. Coming up there. Deal.]

[He has reasons for these things, geez. Not all of them are selfish.]

Alright.

She seemed worried.

[ In that deadpan kind of way... ]

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