039; backdated to midnight

[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.

Comments

dictated;

[ofhope]

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

Be my guest.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[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.]

dictated;

[ofhope]

314.

dictated;

[common_name]

[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.]

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

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

Alright.

room filter;

[ofhope]

She seemed worried.

[ In that deadpan kind of way... ]

room filter;

[gottaknockhard]

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

I wonder why.

room filter;

[ofhope]

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

room filter;

[gottaknockhard]

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

Been keeping tabs, huh?

room filter;

[ofhope]

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

room filter;

[gottaknockhard]

[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.

room filter;

[ofhope]

So who's this one? I hope she's nicer. It's so hard to find ladies with class anymore.

room filter;

[gottaknockhard]

Nobody you need to worry about.

room filter;

[ofhope]

If you say so. It doesn't matter, though. She won't be any help. But at least you'll have someone else to talk to for a bit.

room filter;

[gottaknockhard]

...

[Goddamnit. This is stupid.]

You're just planning on waiting it out?

Half hour ish later, idek.

[common_name]

[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.]

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[gottaknockhard]

[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.

Just feel free to skip Joshua until I see a reason for him to butt in.

[ofhope]

[ 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. ]

doo dee doo doo doo y'all saw nothing B)

[common_name]

[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?

never even

[gottaknockhard]

[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.]

[common_name]

[(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.]

[gottaknockhard]

Ever use one before?

[Only half-joking himself. He's feeling oddly claustrophobic right now.]

[common_name]

I can't say that I have.

[With that, she trails off and falls silent, save for another quiet sigh. She's thinking. (Even if it's most likely ultimately useless.)]

[gottaknockhard]

Maybe a sledgehammer. [The day Spike can't demolish something...] Explosives might not go over well with the residents.

[common_name]

[But at that, she's pulled out of her thoughts for the moment. Another one of those small smiles creeps onto her face before she can stop it. Because, really... only Spike.]

Probably not. You might need another plan.