050; action/dictated

[gottaknockhard]

[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!

Comments

[crownless_king]

Somewhere in between Christmas Miracle and might as well become a vegan.

[gottaknockhard]

[... Hey, vaguely familiar guy. Give him a minute to work this out.]

I guess it's harder to find cows here that aren't half-people.

[crownless_king]

[Don't worry, he'll probably be coming to mess hall soon anyways.]

Yeah, exactly. Plus they're kinda touchy feely bout the whole beef thing. Lots of bacon though.

[gottaknockhard]

[Good, that kind of thing drives him crazy.]

Hard times. [Somehow he missed the pork when he was in line. Now he thinks they were hiding it out of spite.] I could settle for bacon.

[crownless_king]

[He could be on his way right now, even]

Ah, you get used to it after a month or so. And copious amounts of bacon. Delicious bacon.

[gottaknockhard]

Do they keep it in the back?

[Maybe getting up now to check. Jackasses holding out on him...]

[crownless_king]

[Hm.]

Come to think about it...I've never actually checked.

[gottaknockhard]

They've got to keep it somewhere. [...] Unless it's magic again.

[crownless_king]

Yeah, magic tends to be convenient like that.

Drat, now I want to try and look for it too.

[gottaknockhard]

I'll let you know if I get anything out of them.

[Or he won't and keep it all to himself. They owe him some compensation.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He wasn't actually stalking for once. Just looking for some shade and maybe some food, but there was Spike instead. And here he was weaponless. Inconvenient.

Since he can't take him out quickly, he'll settle for walking over, sitting down, and just looking at him. Ignore the orange tee-shirt and the sunburn. He's being menacing, really.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike notices him as soon as he walks in the door. (Not hard when he's wearing that... He must really be getting into the whole camp thing.) Shouldn't surprise him; they were going to bump into each other sooner or later.

When he sits down, Spike watches him a while longer before speaking up.]

Was this your lunch hour?

[nothingtobelieve]

It was, but I suddenly find myself without any appetite.

[It's summer camp. That practically requires pettiness on his part.]

[gottaknockhard]

[-- He's really going to use that line on him? Spike nearly laughs, but doesn't. Keep talking, Vicious.]

You might have dodged a bullet there.

[nothingtobelieve]

It's possible.

[It's even likely, depending on what they had on the menu.]

Avoiding work? Or are you one of the campers?

[There's an amused note in his voice, as if the idea of Spike getting dragged around to all sorts of festive activities strikes him as particularly entertaining.]

[gottaknockhard]

[He's managed to slip through the cracks in the system so far. Team activities never suited him.]

I take it you got a job?

[nothingtobelieve]

It's something to pass the time.

[Not that he was actually teaching today owing to... well. Hellhound, apparently.]

[gottaknockhard]

Nice to see you've adjusted.

[Which just means he thinks he's got an angle he's working here. Only explanation.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[They're letting him give swords to children. No angle needed, really... But enough small talk.]

We still have some business to settle.

[precede]

If you can cook it, I can catch it.

[gottaknockhard]

... [He raises an eyebrow at that. Not that he's objecting. If anything, he'd prefer it to singing songs around a campfire.]

Did you come to give me another lecture?

[gottaknockhard]

[... Now that's an unexpected offer.]

You hunt?

[precede]

Not for cows usually, but I can adapt for someone in need.

[gottaknockhard]

[Thinking this over for a quick second. He's not exactly a butcher, and most of his cooking experience involved burning up hunks of food with a blow torch, but desperate times... How hard could it be?]

You think you could find one?

[precede]

The question is, could you cook one and find us a whiskey to match?