paradisa | 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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[Ordinarily he might agree with Joshua, but he's still lingering within earshot of the door as he works his lighter.]

-- You don't know anything about it?

[ Ignoring the both of them, he's just going to start poking around for food. ]

[her voice goes slightly muffled as she rubs her face with both hands. time for a solitary rant. just give her a sec...]

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!

[When it's clear that nobody is paying attention, Spike grows a touch more annoyed and knocks on the door. Although he lowers his voice this time like it'll even make a difference.]

That's still in here, by the way. It'd help if you told me what happened.

'That'?

[ Tilting his head while eavesdropping. Yeah successful job there. ]

[everything that she didn't want either of them messing with was still in there. Her bed, her shower, her... now that she's thinking about it, she hadn't locked any of her important belongings away recently.

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?!

[Spike nods towards the bed to explain to Joshua what he meant, before he remembers that he's supposed to be pissed at him. Whatever.]

It's your room. [All her things are getting touched if she doesn't fess up soon.] And he doesn't seem to know.

[ Heheh don't worry he'll make it up to you. Not really but it wasn't malicious! He just sees no point in lying.

Curious what Faye might admit to, he stays quiet. ]

I didn't do anything! [might as well start there]

You think I want you two bozos stuck in there?? [--no offense, Joshua]

[The point in lying is you don't get yelled at, like he is now that Faye knows he's in here.]

Doesn't really look that random.

You're telling me!

[yeah, she sounds pretty accusatory... despite how ridiculous of a notion that would actually be]

[Yes. He is telling her, and suddenly he's wondering why he didn't start with the suspicion to begin with. There's no way she didn't influence this somehow.]

That's all you've got to say?

[ Oh this is interesting. He'll just stay right where he is and keep listening. Until he gets bored in about five minutes, anyhow... ]

[Joshua will have entertainment for a while-- they can play the blame game for hours. There are plenty of romance novels, magazines, and houseplant books to dig into while he waits. She obviously won't mind.]

A couple of other things are coming to mind, now that you mention it!

[Yeah, he's planning on winning that game by the way.]

You want to write them down and slide them under the door?

[ Yeah sure he'll be sifting through the closest book absently. ]

That won't work... Not even fire can get through.

[she hears Joshua's voice, but doesn't quite make it out]

--What did he say?

[kind of pressing her ear to the door, now. ...Man, this is embarrassing]