56; action/dictated [ backdated to early in the day ]

[gottaknockhard]

[The past two weeks haven't been too bad for Spike, the duck. He had no haunting memories, no nightmares, plenty of passerbys gave him breadcrumbs, and nobody shot him for sport. In fact, he's happily napping in the duck pond, when suddenly(!) there's a loud splash and a very human (and unfortunately naked) Spike surfaces, sputtering and soaked--]

Cold. [And... wet. The hell. When he stops flailing and realizes exactly where he is, he takes a few... long... moments... to stare down the castle behind him. What the fuck was that about, huh? Some prank? He knows a few people with a sick sense of humor, so he doesn't doubt it. Assholes. Then he spots the damp open book lying on the edge of the pond.

...

No clothes, but they left him a journal. He coughs a few times (probably swallowed a good amount of pond-water) and wades over to it, still keeping himself submerged despite the cold.]

Very funny. [If he sounds angry, it's because he's expecting someone to fess up. They could have at least given him a towel. He'd keep talking, but instead he crosses his arms to keep from freezing.

Apparently good moods just don't last.]


( Brock )

[Well, he has to call someone. And of everyone he knows, he can probably save the most face with Brock, so. He might as well rack up the favors. (Now if he could keep his teeth from chattering long enough to ask.)]

Where are you?


ooc: Open to action or journal. If you missed it, this is the end of Spike's loss. He has no idea what happened to him or how long he's been gone. Catching up is fun. :'

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[persequor]

[ Have a very unimpressed girl/wolf combo just. Staring. ]

[gottaknockhard]

[...a kid and a dog. That's exactly who he needs to run into right now.

He tries to swallow his anger and make this seem like a normal thing... But no, he still sounds annoyed.]

What?

[persequor]

Does that happen a lot?

[ino]

[walking by.


.... stopping.


walking back.


STARING]

What the hell!?

[gottaknockhard]

[He turns and -- oh it's Ino. This is starting to be a bad trend with her. He re-crosses his arms and keeps himself from thinking about the thing that just brushed past his leg.]

That's what I'd like to know. [Because there's no way he's going to pass this off as intentional. Unless he's taken to skinny dipping in his sleep, which he'd rather not think about either.]

1/2

[ino]

How can you not --

[ino]

[wait. this is paradisa. it's ... actually pretty likely he has no idea what's going on. she'll sigh]

Alright, just -- hold on. I'll be right back. [she'll disappear in a bit of a 'whoosh'. ninja!!]

[ontheclockpro]

[Have Reno just staring at you, slightly raised eyebrow. This sure is an eventful smoke break]

[gottaknockhard]

[He's getting a lot of that. The best he can hope for is to blame this on a crazy night of drinking...

But he actually could use a hand here, so he has no choice but to speak up.]

If you keep staring, I'm going to start to feel self-conscious. [haha.]

[ontheclockpro]

Sorry, but it's kinda hard not to.

[But he'll walk over, pulling off his jacket to offer it to him. It's heavy and full of weapons, but he trusts you not to hurt yourself. ]

spike speigel ]

[huntersdaughter]

Trouble?

Jo ]

[gottaknockhard]

[The kind only he could get into. Which is why this sounds like a lie...]

Just a prank. [Did he leave any clothes at Jo's? He thinks about it while he weighs the cons of spreading this around.]

spike speigel ]

[huntersdaughter]

[There seems to always be guy clothing at her house. She's not even sure why they don't just all ask for a drawer or something. She'll get them their own dresser. One drawer for when Spike is anti-social, one drawer for Sam when he's avoiding his life, one drawer for Steve when he's too nice to go home... she'd put it in the guest room even.]

Uh-huh. Is that... do I hear ducks?

Spike forevs

[samson]

[He sounds a little distracted and the reply isn't exactly prompt (hope you don't go hypothermic, Spike!), but at least he answers.] Cabin. What's up?

Brock forevs

[gottaknockhard]

[He wasn't counting on the helpful audience he ended up with when he'd filtered to Brock. By now he's had time to get out of the pond, with some kind of covering, and be properly traumatized over this. (And he loved ordering duck :( )

His voice is kind of hallow, emotionally numb...............]

Never mind.

[samson]

[SPIKE............... that's not a good... tone...]

What? Are you okay?

[yay_heiress]

[London had just so happened to be sitting on a nearby bench that she'd carefully inspected for gum or dirt, somewhat envying the peaceful life of the little ducks in the pond. At least they didn't seem like they'd been snatched from their home lives and thrown into the weird pond of Paradisa.

Then she heard that splash and it startled the living daylights out of her. After a shriek, she hops onto the bench.]

Aaaaah! It actually is raining men!

[gottaknockhard]

[That's hilarious. See how much he's laughing? Spike just keeps his arms crossed and his head down.]

Or something.

[yay_heiress]

[Unfortunately, she was dead serious. London looks to the sky for a brief moment, and realizes that the fluffy haired dude is in fact, the only guy who randomly appeared out of nowhere.]

Hm. I guess it's just drizzling.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley often feeds the ducks. It's a habit he's maintained for thousands of years. This isn't even the first time he's seen a naked man flopping around in a duck pond.

This is the first time he's seen a duck suddenly become a naked man, though. He arches an eyebrow for a moment, before considerately throwing a piece of bread at Spike's head]

[gottaknockhard]

[The bread, of course, gets stuck in his hair, but it also gets his attention. It only takes a second to go from confused to furious, and he glares at the one person he expected to see.]

Crowley. [Said like a threat. Naked or not, he's not above beating the shit out of him for this. He's already getting a fist clenched for him!]

[pompous_today]

Something happen?

[gottaknockhard]

[He hates the world and everything in it... It doesn't help that he can see how it'd be hilarious if he saw it happen to anyone else.]

Someone's idea of a joke.

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena's in the midst of feeding the ducks when the change happens, the piece of bread she had been tossing landing right in front of him.

Though shocked by his sudden appearance, that head of hair lets her know who it is almost immediately.]

Spike? What happened?

[Oh, yeah. Now she turns around after getting an eyeful.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike appreciates that she turned around, because modesty only comes secondary to sudden threats of drowning. He might have hit his head too, because he doesn't seem to have an answer for her question.]

... I'm fine. [Steadily furious at whoever jumped him and threw him in the pond, but for some reason he's compelled to say it.]