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[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

[gottaknockhard]

[He frowns at Joshua's comment; stop saying that, he's getting out of here.]

Maybe track down who did it.

[ofhope]

She's too stupid.

[luckyvalentine]

--Hey! [she only catches the "she's--" part of that, but it's enough to offend her. She can guess.]

What do you expect me to do, go door-to-door??

Whatever is causing this, it's because of one of you two!

[gottaknockhard]

[More like she's too stubborn to do anything he says. There's a measured pause while Spike builds up his wall of not-giving-a-damn.]

That solves the mystery. [If he sounds more distant, it's because he's now taking a closer look at her room and what he can make use of. If he's going to be trapped here...]

[ofhope]

[ The air just got a little heavier in here, but...that's probably just because it's getting stale or something, right? ]

Oh? That's correct. It's probably because of me. What are you going to do about it, Faye?

[luckyvalentine]

[there's a pause while she falters, just a little. Joshua using her first name like that stands out so strangely when she hears it. It's just enough wrong to break up her angry momentum a bit]

...I don't know what to do.

[ugh, actually trying to think now]

Neither of you has any idea what's going on??

[gottaknockhard]

[For once, Spike stays quiet, because suddenly he's very focused on what Joshua's playing at. Who (he has to remind himself) isn't human. And a friend of Faye's...

This is starting to feel too familiar.]

[ofhope]

I keep saying! It's a loss. What else could it be? Nobody in the Peace Patrol would be stupid or reckless enough to trap me in random rooms with innocent bystanders or weaker members. And anyone else with a vendetta against me would have locked me in rooms with the few here actually stronger than me.

And then there are the people like you, who don't have the intelligence, abilities, or motivation to pull off such a scheme.

So I think that just leaves the castle, don't you?

[luckyvalentine]

[there's a frustrated sound from the hall as she slumps and rests her forehead against the door. Thanks for the insults, Joshua. That just makes this better.]

...If this is a loss, it's the stupidest one I've ever heard of.

[hope you're listening, castle.]

[gottaknockhard]

[If Spike takes any offense to being called weaker, he doesn't show it. He doesn't even jump in to defend Faye by blaming it on her again. Anything would be better than siding with the obvious conclusion, but he's already tired of coming up with alternate theories.

Which still leaves him wondering why he got to be the innocent bystander here.]

You're telling me.

[ofhope]

[ In Faye's defense...Joshua was also talking about you, Spike. :3 ]

You have really poor taste in reading material, by the way!