XLIV--video, backdated to the first minutes after port starts;

[breakmychest]

[Locked to Elphaba]

[Spike holds up his warden item which is no longer registering Elphaba.]

Congratulations, Miss Not-so-Wicked Witch of the West. You're a free woman.

[Locked to Fred]

[Spike is grinning almost maniacally, looking like he's on the verge of tears.]

I did it. God, I can't believe it. My inmate's graduated.

[Locked to Buffy]

I just graduated my inmate. After port, I'm going to go home for a bit. I have to.

[Public]

Just thought everyone should know, Elphaba Thropp graduated.

Comments

[Private]

[slayage]

Yep. Me and my inmate will be trekking around wherever it is, and I'll be spending my nights awake so that he doesn't try to assassinate me in my sleep.

[Private]

[bigbad]

Be right useful to have a nocturnal fellow around then, wouldn't it?

[Private]

[slayage]

Nah, I want him to think I never sleep. It'll give me a whole new level of scary.

[...] Which, actually, I don't really ever sleep. [...]

Anyway. Hope wherever we land the sun is vamp-friendly. To you, anyway. [She'd love to watch Franklin burn in the sun. Look at that slightly dangerous mischievous smirk coming on as she imagines it.]

[Private]

[bigbad]

Bugger, I wasn't even thinking about that. [He'd gotten so used to not worrying about the sun.] I'd better bring some sort of blanket just in case.

[Private]

[slayage]

[Little frown.] Maybe it'll be indoors. Like. A giant indoor sun-free facility.

[Private]

[bigbad]

That would be bloody amazing.