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[gottaknockhard]

[Spike isn't surprised to wake up on a couch in the lobby, even if he doesn't particularly remember falling asleep there. It's near the bar he'd spent his evening at (away from the babies!), and when you're recovering from a bullet wound in your leg, a nearby couch seems a lot more appealing than the hike to his room.

What's more surprising, is rolling over and sliding right off said couch onto a floor that is suddenly a lot further away than he remembers.]

Ow! ... Oh, what the hell? [And his voice is different. Also... arms are... scaly. What -- is that journal always doing open on the floor?

Every damn time.]


ooc: Re: loss! Open over the journal/in person.

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[wilder]

[With the babies gone, Zelos finally opened up the journal to hear-- This]

Spike?! [SINCE WHEN DO YOU SWEAR]

[gottaknockhard]

[Yeah, he's getting more of that muttered swearing while Spike flexes these weird purple claw-things. Maybe he's just... on drugs... That could happen.]

[wilder]

Oh....and you're swearing even more. Great.

[I'm gonna be in so much trouble]

[delincuente]

[... ???]

Dude. Who pissed in your Froot Loops?

[gottaknockhard]

[Feeling the sympathy over here. Also not freaked out at all...]

Take one guess.

[delincuente]

[She starts to formulate an answer, but-]

Nah, I don't really feel like it. So what's up?

[3_butterflies]

[Fluttershy, wanting some comfort due to this whole baby nonsense, is happy to see him as she approaches.]

Hello, Spike...

[gottaknockhard]

[He turns immediately, looking beyond weirded out to see who is approaching. He was going to try and keep whatever this is on the down low, so how does a yellow pony know his name?]

Hey...

[3_butterflies]

I was looking for you... Are you busy...?

Journal

[huffythedragon]

[Of course Spike was up at 7:00am on the dot, his loss was still his loss, after all. He'd spent the rest of the morning having a panic attack and trying to find his journal.

Which wasn't easy when there was a freaking hole in his leg. Now he's opened it and has heard THIS. What is even happening]

YOU! Hey you...voice....stealer. Quit it!

[gottaknockhard]

[You know what's weirder than waking up as a tiny purple dragon? Having your own voice yell at you. This has to be most trippy thing the castle has pulled on him.]

Me? [That means... Aw, damn.]

[huffythedragon]

[It's official, the castle has something against Spikes]

...Me?

Oh. Oh this is bad.

[doublethefun]

[she's trotting up to him, looking a bit more subdued than usual]

Greetings, young Spike.

[gottaknockhard]

[Why does he look up every time? -- Although this time he actually expects to see a talking horse.]

Or whatever.

[doublethefun]

[...]

"Whatever?"

action

[checklist]

Spike! There you are!

[ Yes, there is a purple unicorn. Yes, she talks. And yes, she's addressing Spike. ]

All right Spike, since I finally found you, I think it's about time we played a bit of catch up. You spent all last week avoiding us, and not to mention how busy I was, so naturally there was no research of any kind being done!

[ She pauses a moment - just a moment, as if giving Spike time to reply... but then she continues. He has no time to speak up. ]

All right, so I was thinking that we could take a second look at multidimensional theories, especially regarding alternative histories. [ This may or may not have to do with how the children disappeared. ] I already went and selected a hoofful of books, so we can get started right away.

No, don't get up, I've got this handled.

[ Still not giving him time to interject, Twilight's horn glows for a moment, and then there is suddenly a veritable mountain of books cascading down onto the small purple dragon.

...Whoops. ]

Oh. Uhhh, that wasn't supposed to happen. Sorry, Spike.

[gottaknockhard]

[Oh for the love of-- Where do these ponies keep coming from??

And wow, this one talks a lot. Spike tries to interject a few times, but the next thing he knows it's raining books on him and his patience... finally... runs... dry.

He very slowly crawls out of the pile, practically shaking in anger by the time he gets on top of them. (Still not quite at eye level with Twilight. He really hates being this short.)]

Don't you people ever leave him alone?

1/2

[checklist]

Leave who alone?

[checklist]

Spike. Are you all right?

[ectobabble]

... Spike?! [he sounds pretty incredulous about this, because he's NEVER heard him swear, never ever. just wait until he sees what's going on here]

[gottaknockhard]

[He's still so confused when he hears someone he knows using his name when he doesn't even sound like himself. Which accounts for the delay before he replies.]

... What?

[luckyvalentine]

[when she's balancing a plate of sandwiches and a couple of juiceboxes in her arms (yes, they're all for her, shut up), the last thing she wants is a weird little dragon in her path on the way to her favorite couch]

Out of the way, shorty.

[gottaknockhard]

[Holy -- why is Faye gigantic?? He's not really used to being a tiny lizard/dragon thing, so he forgets how to move for a second. SO basically, not getting out of the way or realizing what a good disguise he has right now.]

gently backtags

[gevurah]

[ Well, she's on her way back in when she spots this little fellow hitting the floor. Initially surprised, it fades quickly remembering Paradisa is a temporary "home" to all sorts of creatures.

Still, that looked like it hurt for a cute, little dragon. ]

Are you alright there?

<:

[gottaknockhard]

[Maybe he's still dazed when she comes by, because he cranes his neck to look up at Kate with an absolutely bewildered expression.

Then he looks back down at himself, still trying to contemplate what kind of drugs would give him this kind of trip. (Which is the explanation he'd prefer, really.)]

... I've been better.