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

[ofhope]

[ Joshua's fine with acting clueless. It's always how humans are. Too busy panicking to think of just asking questions. He isn't about to coddle any of them for being ignorant. ]

I think you're paranoid. This is only the second day, you need to snap out of it.

[gottaknockhard]

['Only the second'. If there's a third, they might not get along so well.]

I'll get right on that. [Spike pauses to smash his cigarette out in the ashtray on Faye's bedside dresser, like a coffee pot would be hidden under her bed or something -- only the cigarette shatters as soon as it hits. When he glances at it, it's suddenly full of diamonds.

... Can't get away from this shit for one minute. He tries to ignore that too, instead opening drawers just to have something else to focus on here.]

[ofhope]

Doesn't she own one? I thought she drank coffee.

[ But he's suddenly too distracted by what he witnesses to push further on that subject, over by the ashtray in an instant and reaching out to pick it up. ]

Wow...! I want one!

[gottaknockhard]

[Knowing Faye, she probably does have one, buried under five tons of shopping bags. Joshua's other comment gets a side-eye, since Spike isn't half as excited about a magic ashtray. Just makes it fill up quicker.]

I didn't think you smoked.

[...Hold on, a more important object catches his eye. Shoved under her desk, is a small, underused coffee pot. Jesus, finally. He's on that in a hot minute. About time he had luck with something.]

[ofhope]

I've never tried one... But I doubt I need to smoke to make it work. I can just light it.

[gottaknockhard]

[Removing pens and stuff from inside the coffee pot (seriously, Faye?), he glances back over his shoulder. Yeah, he doesn't feel like telling him to try anything else.]

That's a waste. Those used to be expensive before you could wish for them.

[ofhope]

Well I didn't exactly worry about money before coming here, either. But maybe just fire works. Bring your lighter over here when you're done making coffee.

[gottaknockhard]

Greedy, aren't you?

[Anyway, he's less hopeful about finding coffee grounds to make it with, so he very secretively wishes for some. At he'll know it isn't expired...]

[ofhope]

It isn't like that! It's just so neat! Who would think of such a combination?

[gottaknockhard]

Do you really have to ask?

[There's probably a reason it found Faye.]

[ofhope]

I'm sure she won't miss it.

[ Lies. Whatever he's pocketing it. He'll leave behind the diamonds, at the very least? ]

Did you sleep well?

[gottaknockhard]

[He sees that. And makes no comment, just starting the coffee like the awesome friend he is.]

Like a rock. [For the two minutes before you shoved an alarm clock in his face.]

[ofhope]

Rocks don't snore.

[gottaknockhard]

Did I wake you?

[ofhope]

No. I slept quite well. Her bed is comfortable.

[gottaknockhard]

[Read: Facts Spike Doesn't Need to Know About Faye.]

That's great.

[ofhope]

Is the coffee done yet?

[gottaknockhard]

It takes more than a minute.

[ofhope]

Fiore can brew it in just a few minutes. But the machine she uses looks different...

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike is going to take a seat and work on being neutral to everything. Just have to wait for it to pass.]

Who was that, your butler?

[ofhope]

My maid.

[gottaknockhard]

[Right. You can tell he's never had one...]

Probably wasn't a big adjustment for you.