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[GUESS WHO'S SMIRKING VISAGE IS ONCE AGAIN GRACING THE BARGE? That's right, it's Spike! He's back! And he's...actually not wearing black. Well, there's still the coat, of course, but his shirt's brown. His room's changed too. It's got pipes and metal all around, like it's something off of some awesome steampunk spaceship. Which, to be fair, it is.

He gives the Barge a lazy wave.]

So. What'd I miss?

[Filtered to Fred.]

You still here, pet? How've you been? And how long was I gone?

[Filtered to Buffy]

Told you I'd be back.

[Please still be here.]

[Action spam for anyone Spike would want to say goodbye to personally.]

[Spike's ready to go home, but he's not leaving without saying goodbye. He'll spend a few hours walking through hallways and knocking on his friend's doors before he leaves.]

[Public video]

[After his private goodbyes are said, Spike turns on the video feed.]

Right, so, my inmate's graduated, now I'm going home. I'll probably be back. So, uh, goodbye.

[ooc: He'll stick around long enough to reply to people, and I'll be backthreading through my hiatus. For the action spam, if your character's got a very close relationship with Spike, he'll stop by. Otherwise, they can run into him in the halls or reply to the post, of course. See you in August!]

[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.

Been a lot of talk around here about vampires lately. It's time I added my two cents.

[Spike is sitting on the arm of the chair in his room, looking pretty calm. He's thought a little bit about what to say, and... well, he probably won't say anything remotely like what he's got planned, so it's time to start talking.]

Now as a lot of you probably know, I'm a vampire. I've never hid it. Before you start hiding your young and locking your doors with garlic or whatever, you should know, I'm a warden, I'm a hero, and I don't eat people. [He pauses for a moment and frowns.] Also, garlic doesn't work on my sort of vampire, so, you know, waste of time.

But what I am now doesn't change what I've done, and it doesn't change what a vampire is. There's a reason legends paint us as blood sucking monsters. [He shifts his features, letting his fangs slide out and his forehead wrinkle up. He's a lot less pretty this way.] Now, of course, I know the sort of vampire from my world best, and I'm sure there's some dimension where the vampires are sparkly lightweights that only drink dewdrops, but that's the exception. In most dimensions, you'd be hard pressed to find a vampire that hasn't killed before. I've killed before. Never hid that either. Probably killed more than most of the inmates here, seeing as I had over a century to do it. [He shakes his head, human features coming back to the front.]

That's not who I am anymore. Certain girl made me see the world a bit differently. That's a long story that I'm not getting into now, but I went from one of the worst to one of the best. Really, one of only two good ones. [A beat. Spike can't help but be competitive about Angel.] And for the record, I'm loads better than he is. And unlike him I chose this. He was cursed!

So why am I telling you all this? I don't know. Sodding Dracula, probably. Point I'm trying to make is that thinking vampires are evil killers isn't really being bigoted or anything, but like anyone here, they can change. If they want it hard enough. And, of course, they have to acknowledge what they are as well.

[He shrugs and smirks, looking all too pleased with himself.] Then again, maybe not. After all, I am really bloody special.

[The camera turns on to reveal a frail-looking old woman in Victorian garb. She seems rather confused by the contraption, but she does understand how it works thanks to the general Barge run-down she's received. When she notices that it's recording, she smiles and sits back. She's on a beaten up looking couch and trying to look as if she's not uncomfortable with how old it looks, or how very modern the room is. She partially succeeds.]

Hello, I am Mrs. Anne Pratt. I hear my son William is a Warden here. [She frowns for a moment.] Though I can hardly believe this is his room. He seems to have... adjusted. [Her face smooths over, and she smiles again.] I'm very proud of him, even if I--

[She stops and coughs into a handkerchief for several seconds.] Excuse me. [She sips from a glass of water, then continues.]

It's not the direction I'd have expected, but I am certain he's doing good work.

[She smiles again, then turns off the camera.]

Well, that was interesting. Glad I didn't revert. That would have been... bloody.

[He looks distant for a moment, then shakes his head and smiles.]

Makes you appreciate what you've got today, though, doesn't it? Unless things were better then, I suppose.

[Locked to Buffy]

How are you, love? I know thinking about Angel, especially at that point, must have hurt. You all right?

[The fact that she was thinking about how she'd just slept with Angel doesn't bother him at all. No, that's not sarcasm, he's seriously fine.]

[Locked to Andrew]

Well, you were a good ten times as obnoxious then as you are now.

[This his way of paying you a compliment. Appreciate it.]

[ooc: so I finally settled on jealousy as what's changing about Spike, especially when it comes to Angel, but all over, really. He just plain isn't worried about it.]

The Admiral's run out of ideas if he's doing this one again. We've already played this song, and if I end up dealing with undead copies of my friends again, I'll... well, I don't rightly know, but at least this time I know the real one's all right.

[Take that, undead Buffy.]

Still not clear how this whole deal's supposed to work. Did we just hit a dimension with really good reception?

[It's times like these a filter would come in handy, but give William a break. He's only just managed to master the art of actually using the weird futuristic device. Figuring out privacy settings... a bit beyond him.]

Mr. Paddy? [William looks as polite and earnest as he can.] Thank you very much for the pizza. I enjoyed it quite a bit.

[He glances down, a bit embarrassed.]

The thing is... I'm still hungry. Very hungry, actually. [And not for more pizza. William's not sure what he wants, just that he sometimes catches a whiff of something... delicious and confusing around other people.] The pizza was good, but do you have anything more filling? [He adds hastily.] If you please.

[ooc: Guess what tiny vampire is craving blood? It's unlikely he'll actually attack anyone, or if they do, he'll probably be pretty easy to fend off, but his fangs may come out, which will be... awkward all around.]

Normally it's annoying as hell giving all the new people the tedious "Welcome to the Barge, try not to break anything" speech, but I didn't mind as much this time around. [He's still enjoying having Buffy around. Oh, and Andrew's here too. Which is... better than some people who could have shown up.]

Hello, new people I haven't already spoken to, I'm Spike. Vampire warden, got a soul, won't bite unless you really annoy me... I lied, it's still boring.

[Elphaba]

So, did you do your homework this week, love?

Also, there's someone I'd like you to meet.

[/Elphaba]

[Buffy]

Want to meet my inmate?

[/Buffy]

[Spike knows it's a flood, and he's not particularly happy about it. Still, so far he doesn't seem to be affected, as far as he can tell. He's sitting on his bed, smoking, and not looking at the camera, though he knows it's on.]

A flood again? That's bloody brilliant, mates.
What's this one, then? Not musical, thank God.
Guess I'll just watch and see when it abates.

[He glances over at the camera.]

Have people noticed anything that's odd?
The Barge can get so hellishly insane.
With floods and ports, and strange dimensions, right?
The Admiral must like how we curse his name.
How long till he drives vamps with souls to bite?

[He shakes his head, smiling a bit.]

Don't be alarmed, I'm nowhere near that place.
But who can know what horrors next we face?

[ooc: Spike's power, which he cannot turn off, is to speak in perfect iambic pentameter. He shall be answering in rhyming couplets, sonnets, quatrains, whatever I feel like. Also, he hasn't noticed anything amiss himself.]

[Spike looks mildly annoyed and somewhat confrontational. The camera shows his head and shoulders, not much else.]

I'm a bit lost. Is Narvin still a Warden or not? Because there's talk of limiting his communication, and last I checked, we don't do that to Wardens.

[Text: Locked to Elphaba and Drusilla (but separately.)]

You all right? Where'd you land?

[Video: Everyone]

[Where Spike usually is, there is instead a surly looking boy with very sharp cheekbones and hair that's been bleached and spiked. His clothes are all black, but there are more chains than Spike usually wears, and the t-shirt is advertising some death metal band. He's touching his neck, right where his pulse is.]

Well. This is an interesting port.

[He drops his hand and puts down his backpack to rifle through it.]

I hope the Admiral isn't expecting me to actually attend school here. Because there is no bloody way. I've dealt with enough teenagers in the past few years to hold me over for an eternity. And I'm not amused by being one of them.

[He pulls out a wallet and starts going through it, pulling the cash out first by habit. Even though it's his wallet and he doesn't steal anymore.]

Right, so apparently I'm William Pratt while I'm here, though people still call me Spike, thank god, and--

[He stops, holding a folded-up photograph he just found in the wallet. It's not viewable rom the journal, but Spike's face is. It's a mixture of horrified, sad, and general surprise. The picture is of the kid he's become and... his mother. Looking just like she did in life, though in more modern clothes.

After a moment he remembers the journal and shuts it off. He has to look at this more closely. It's an impossibility, of course. They didn't take snapshots when he was alive, and when he was a kid, he didn't look like that, but it's still his mother. He stares at it for another moment, then folds it up and slips it into his pocket.]

[Spike's walking through the halls, trying not to look nervous or rushed. The things Yanky Cthulhu or whoever he was had said about Spike being on some sort of list, about him dying, he'd hoped it was some new inmate mouthing off, but with all the other weirdness, all the gods and possessions... he can't help but think that it was probably more. He needs to find his inmate. And he needs to warn everyone else.

When he sees two of the big Aztec warrior blokes, he curses and ducks into the pool room. No time to track Elphaba down. He quickly turns on his journal. He looks worried, but he doesn't have time to try and compose himself.]

Look, I'm not sure exactly what's going on, but in case it wasn't already obvious, these god people are bad news. Keep track of your people, everyone, get somewhere safe if it's possible.

[Elphaba]

Love, something's going on. I don't know if I'll be able to protect you. Get somewhere safe. I'll find you if I can. Don't trust the gods or anyone not acting like themselves.

[He hopes she's not possessed.]

[Warden Filter]

One of the gods said something about me being on a list and dying. I don't know if--

[He breaks off and looks up as the Aztec Warriors come into the room.]

Please, come with us.

Just be careful, all right? And someone find Elphaba, I don't think I'll be able to protect her.

Come with us, honored one.

[Spike shuts off the journal and slips it in his duster pocket. Then he stands up.]

Do your worst.

[ooc: So despite Spike's best efforts, he is going to get captured this time and hauled down to zero. So all replies to this entry will happen after a violent fight in which any normal human would have died, but Spike didn't try the heart-ripping method, so eventually they overpowered him. Also, he's getting held over a chili fire in hopes that it will make him less annoying. It won't work, he'll just get grumpy. So assume time lapse by the time Spike replies!

Also, the purple dialogue is the Aztec Warriors, if that wasn't obvious.]

[There's a smirking vampire on the screen.]

So, we've got another fresh wave of new people. Hullo, new people. I'm Spike, the good guy vampire. Welcome to the Barge. I'd answer any questions you've got, but there are far better people out there to play tour guide. So... good luck with the redeeming and being redeemed stuff. I'm sure you'll all have an incredibly interesting time here.

[Vampire Filter]

As for the new vampire that apparently decided to bite someone, and any other new vampires, if they showed up. There's blood in the kitchen, plenty for everyone. Stick with that, it saves us the trouble of finding you and hauling you down to Zero, or just staking you if you resist too much. Just behave, all right?

[Spike looks considerably more cheerful than he did when he left. He also looks considerably more beaten up. This could be because he spent the past week fighting as many demons and vampires and in one case, a very confused slayer who'd gotten the wrong idea and hit him a few times before they'd sorted things out and averted a fairly small and routine apocalypse together. Still, the bruises and cuts may look bad, but they'll be gone by tomorrow, and the violence was really fun. So he's grinning when he turns on the camera.]

Hullo, everyone, I'm back!

[He leans back, tongue poking out from between his teeth.]

So. I miss anything interesting?

So wait, there are people from off the Barge getting on the journals or something?

Right. I'm Spike, I'm a Warden, blah blah blah, anyone I know around?

...Buffy, maybe?

[Spike had not intended to dress up for Halloween. He snidely told anyone who asked that he'd be a vampire and that he didn't care at all about the holiday.

So much for that plan.

Spike stands in the bathroom clad in only a towel, smiling seductively.]

Hello, ladies.

Look at your man, now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me.

Sadly, he is not me, but if he stopped using lady scented body washes and switched to Old Spice...

[He lifts the bottle of Old Spice body wash and smiles.]

He could smell like me.

[He smiles, holding a monocle up to one eye.]

Monocle smile.

[ooc: Spike's been turned into the Old Spice Man. This is clearly not an excuse to use all the shirtless icons I have, that would be ridiculous.]

[Spike's standing in Salem, arms crossed, scowling around at all the cheerful people shopping for Halloween costumes. It is early evening, and the sun is down.]

Never much cared for Halloween. Some good specials on the telly, but other than that, it's downright boring. Not to mention tacky.

Still, getting out's pretty nice. Haven't been to Salem for at least half a century. Nice place.

[He glances up at a clock and scowls, then glares away from the screen.]

Hurry up, Blair! We've got quality bonding to do!

[ooc: open to action spam around town and also normal responses! Multiple threads encouraged!]

Well, that went a lot better than the last forced musical I was in. No casualties from this one?

( Private to Blair. )

( Private to Buffy. )

[The feed starts out dark, then Spike flicks on his lighter, illuminating just his face. He starts to sing. And his voice is good.]

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me

( I'll never be a saint. )

[The song ends and Spike retrieves his lighter and lights a cigarette, glowering.]

Bloody hell, I hate musicals.

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