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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[... 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... ]

[Get out. Spike closes the journal and looks pretty annoyed when he glances over at him.]

I wonder why.

Well does she know what Valentine did to you? I bet that would stir up some questionable feelings if she's a friend, huh?

[...Spike's glad he had the foresight to close the journal. What the hell is he talking about now?]

Been keeping tabs, huh?

On Valentine? Of course. She's pulled some interesting stunts during her stay here. She even conned me out of a bet!

[Keep being this creepy, and Spike is going to have a harder time believing Faye isn't sleeping with him. She has a type.]

She does that.

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[Even when you have a room number to go on, and even when you're only going up one floor, finding things here is not the easiest. So it takes her a little bit of time to actually get to 314.

Once she finally finds the right door, she stops. Looks at it for a good, long moment or two, letting her gaze alternate between the door and the nameplate beside it. Knocking seems like a strange thing to do, for some reason, although she does eventually. Like there's really another option.]

[The knock comes in the middle of Spike trying to decide how to bust open a wall, when his thoughts immediately snap back to the present. There's only one person it can really be, as much as he was hoping she could avoid the whole sorry situation.

He doesn't know why there's an uneasy dread that lingers in his stomach as he approaches the door -- purposely ignoring whatever Joshua's reaction is.]

We're in here.

[ Oh go ahead, Spike. Joshua seems more than happy to keep to himself for now, having recovered himself a bottle of beer, a bag of chips, and a trashy novel.

Not that he isn't listening to absolutely everything, but the tension is positively palpable. He'd never miss a live soap opera over a written one. ]

[Hearing Spike's voice behind the door causes her to exhale an automatic sigh of relief. Whether she's glad for the confirmation, or simply for the knowledge that he hasn't done something colossally stupid in the passing time, who knows. Maybe a little bit of both.

... But, now what? A small dose of reality has landed on her too. It occurs to her that she has no real plan for how to go about this. Well, we can avoid that for the moment.]

Anything new?

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[Spike is very aware of how they're not alone here, but at least he can count on Julia to be discreet. (Not that they have anything to be discreet about, so there's no need for assumptions.) He'll just keep the conversation focused.]

Nothing on this end. Still haven't found the right tool. [Because that's obviously the only reason he's having trouble.]

[(Obviously.)]

I could still find the chainsaw.

[... She could be joking, but with her, as always, it's a little hard to tell. In any case, she's still trying to buy herself time.]