Spike Spiegel (
gottaknockhard) wrote in
paradisa2012-01-22 08:05 am
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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.
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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Or a lover's quarrel... ugh. Sounds like those guys needed to chat, and he'll take the distraction to delay the inevitable either way.]
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I'm trapped in here. Strange that the castle picked your room... You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?
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What do you mean, trapped?
Just... open the door-- this isn't funny!
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-- Which is obviously not important and shouldn't interrupt anything.]
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Do you see me laughing, Valentine?
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What was that?
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[face smashing close to the gap now, trying to see who else is in there]
Friend? What friend? What's going on here??
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Hey. [Thanks, Joshua, by the way. See if he ever lies for you.]
1/2
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[ Voice icy cold all of a sudden, Joshua kicks the door shut completely. ]
Don't return until can bring someone who's actually of use.
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[but then she's falling back as the door is suddenly slammed shut in her face]
Hey! What the hell does that even mean?! [...well, at least she's sobering up pretty quickly, now]
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Spike's delayed reaction is to reach for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, thinking it's the best idea he could possibly come up with.]
You like being dramatic, huh?
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I've found that Valentine is most cooperative when you don't humor her temper tantrums.
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[she's going to wake up the whole floor at this rate]
What's going on in there??
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-- You don't know anything about it?
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Why are Spike and Joshua in my room?? This doesn't make any sense... am I dreaming?
...Ugh, I just want to go to bed!
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That's still in here, by the way. It'd help if you told me what happened.
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[ Tilting his head while eavesdropping. Yeah successful job there. ]
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She growls and glares at the door. It's easier to be angry with Spike's voice so clearly behind it]
Me?? How am I supposed to know?!
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It's your room. [All her things are getting touched if she doesn't fess up soon.] And he doesn't seem to know.
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Curious what Faye might admit to, he stays quiet. ]
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You think I want you two bozos stuck in there?? [--no offense, Joshua]
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