paradisa | 050; action/dictated

[After a lot of pushing and insisting about his leadership duties (mostly from Ed), Spike was motivated to avoid the cabin and do something aside from nap. Which is why he's currently slouched in the furthest table in the back of the mess hall.

It's hard to tell if he has a headache from thinking too much, or if it's just the nicotine withdrawal (they really are making it hard for him to be an addict here) -- probably the latter. In any case, Spike's got at least one thing on his mind that's bothering him. He's spent the past hour flipping through the journal to try and get a sense of something that suddenly seems a lot more significant.

Who knew it would take summer camp to get his attention?]

So what's the deal now? Instead of leaving for good, people wind up in a place like this with fake memories? ... Seems to be getting more common. [Sarcasm aside, not knowing if someone is dead or living somewhere... that's going to mess with his head for a while.] Something to look forward to.

[He's poking at the food on his tray while he mulls over his life problems. Which include the mush they're serving around here. It's enough to put anyone into depression.]

What do you think the odds are of getting a steak in this place?

ooc: Open to action in the mess hall/to the journal!

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[Gren hear the commotion as he passes by the mess hall. Technically this isn't his job but but the sound of things it was probably already out of hand.

Once he spots who it is - that flash of white in a sea of orange and upset plates - he's pushing through the crowd and towards them.

Naturally, it's Vicious he moves to shield, keeping his body angled to keep an eye on Spike. Those new hooves of his might come in handy.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Lucky for Gren, Spike is thrown off enough by Jo suddenly grabbing his shoulder that he doesn't jump over him to get to Vicious. Anyone else, that may have been a different story.

Unlucky for Jo, the sudden movement to force them apart had him jabbing out in her direction before he realizes who it is. He stops short of actually hitting her, but the resulting confusion of that and the sudden appearance of Gren with hooves(?) forces him to slow down and think.

He takes a few steadying breaths, more to calm a sudden flaring anger than any injury, doing all he can not to look at Jo. Like there's a lingering chance she won't get tied up in this.]

Bad timing.

[The abrupt interruption throws him, and for ia moment he's almost still, harsh breathing and dripping blood aside. But then he's trying to throw himself across the gap again, heedless of Gren's attempts to protect him. Once riled, his rage is not something easily abated.]

[ He crosses his arms and scoffs. Just when things get exciting. ]

What? That's it?

[Jo is not impressed at all and she keeps herself nearer to Spike, frowning at the onlooker.]

This has got to stop. Whatever this bullshit is, it cannot be worth this sort of fight.

[The sudden surge of movement catches Gren by surprise enough that he knocks Gren back, and Vicious is lunging towards Spike again. He's making a grab for the man, but it's going to take a moment.

Watch out, Jo]

[Spike reacts without thinking, this time forcefully shoving Jo backwards and attempting to aim a kick at Vicious' jaw while he's got an opening. Keep the focus on him.

Hopefully the rest will know enough to step back.]

[Though he's a little busy dodging to avoid a broken jaw courtesy of Spike's foot, he does have enough spare concentration to notice the way Spike shoved the woman out of the way.

He was going to remember that.

But for now, he was going to try and get back to doing what he'd been looking to do when they'd been interrupted, namely strangling his former partner.]

[She frowns. Seriously? Jo is not happy. If she had a gun on her, she'd shoot the ceiling, but she does not. Instead, she'll go to haul at Spike once more.]

Knock it off. Just leave it for another day. The Greek Gods of this place might like a fight, but it's not worth it. Are you really gonna try to pull this shit in a public place?

[She'll glare at both of them, because this is really STUPID.] You're gonna walk away from this or I'll find a way to make you limp away from it. [Because she's TIRED of this petty bullshit.]

[He's got a hand on Vicious' shirt now and glancing at Jo with a look that says OMG THANK YOU] Listen to the lady, guys, come on...

[Spike's attention is divided between trying to keep Vicious' hands from tightening around his throat, and Jo getting between them again. This really isn't the way he was expecting this to go down. Something's off, and he doesn't have time to wonder what triggered the sudden desperation when Spike had practically invited death a few weeks ago. In either case, it's clear now that this could do more damage than he's willing to risk.

Unfortunately, the bigger risk is letting any sudden shift show. He pushes away, from all of them, or at least attempts to sock Vicious in the eye and elbow anyone else getting near just for some space. From the outside, it probably doesn't look like he's listening to a word they're saying -- until he grounds something out as he glares down his old friend.]

You first.

[He doesn't want to let this go because he's just so damned close, but he's smart enough to realize there's no way he'll actually get to kill Spike like this. Maybe, if he had a weapon, but doesn't, and he doesn't really like the audience, anyway. For once, he's going to have to give in. There would always be another time.]

Fine.

[And like that, he's done. The rage goes back someplace deep inside, hidden behind a mask of total indifference. He pulls away from Spike, and from Gren's restraining hand like he hadn't just caused a brawl in the mess hall.]

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