breakmychest

[Andrew annoys Spike a lot most of the time. Still, he is part of the team, so after Andrew had been blissfully quiet for too long, Spike took it upon himself to make sure the boy was all right.

...he found a completely empty room that he could enter without an invite. He sighed, shook his head a little, then grabbed his communicator.]

Don't know how many of you knew him, but Andrew's buggered off without a word. Guess you can rest easy knowing he won't show up babbling about how you're fictional and he's read every single one of your comics. [And he'll never discover Spike's Buffy DVDs.]

You lot who are looking into the comas. Shouldn't you be trying to figure out why people keep vanishing as well? Seems a bit more dangerous than sleeping for a week.

[Warden Filter]

Who's Dracula's warden? We should talk.

[Private to Elphaba]

Been a while since we talked, hasn't it? How's the friend-making and nursing going? You need anything?

[Private to Buffy]

So, uh, I was thinking. Might be nice to, you know, spend some time together. Just us. Maybe in the CES. We could... have food. Or something.

[Yes, this is him asking Buffy out on a date. It's... not exactly coming out as he intended.]

All right, my two cents on the murder thing.

I like fighting. A lot. My biggest complaint about this bloody place is that there's not enough things to hit on a daily basis.

So if you decide to try and murder anyone while I'm around?

Thanks for the excuse.

As for Rex, why bother? The only reason he threw his little nanomite tantrum was for attention. Killing him'll only make him feel validated. If you really want to annoy him, ignore him. Or mock him mercilessly, which is more fun.

[Private to Elphaba]

We need to talk. Come to my room, all right?

[Spike is sick of being in the infirmary. He's not really feeling healthy by any definition of the word, but he didn't get where he is today by letting things like that get in his way.]

Right. Checking myself out, doc!

[He doesn't wait for an answer before swinging his legs out of the bed. He gets hit by a wave of dizziness, but he puts a hand on the wall until it subsides. Then he grabs his coat and starts making his way slowly out of the infirmary. If any doctor tries to stop him, he will glare. He's not really over his death toll, but he's going to spend the rest of it in his own room with his own Passions DVDs. And he will make it, even if he has to stop a few times and take the elevator.]



[ooc: Open for replies over the journals, for which we can assume some elapsed time because he isn't responding until he reaches his destination, or spam from anyone in the medical room, near his room, or anywhere in between. Also, of course, open to horribly awkward hugs. Or non-awkward hugs, but those seem less likely.]

And just like that, no more Dru. Can't say I'll miss her, exactly, but I'd have liked it if she could've graduated. I mean, we had fun, back in the bad old days. Not saying I'd go back to being an evil killer. There's the soul-crushing guilt keeping me from that, and besides, I like being a hero. I'm way better at it than I ever was at being the Big Bad.

[He's quiet for a moment.]

Still, before she turned me, I was a bloody pathetic poofter. People were calling me "William the Bloody" started before I died, you know, and it wasn't because of anything violent. It was because my poetry was so bloody awful.

[Why did he say that? Spike doesn't tell anyone that. He had more to say, but he just shuts off the journal before he can. He's afraid of what might come out.]

So, how's your homework been going? Got anything to report to me?

[Spike is full-sized again and very glad to be able abuse his favorite substances without needing an ID he didn't have. And be big enough that half a glass doesn't make him tipsy. Still, the port did teach him some things about his inmate, and it's time to get more active in his wardening.]

[Warden Filter]

How do I get my inmate a job? Does anyone need someone?

[Private to Elphaba]

When you get a chance, come up to my room. We've got to talk.

Thought you all should know, I'm going home for a few days, just to check and make sure everything hasn't gone to Hell. [A pause.] Again.

[As a bonus, he'll hopefully miss the brunt of Christmas insanity. This is not a downside.]

I'll see everyone when I get back.

[Elphaba]

That'll leave you Wardenless for a few days. I'm trusting you'll be good and avoid trouble?

[/Elphaba]

[Guess who just reached School Hard in his Buffy rewatch? It was a weird experience. On the bright side, Spike comes off as very cool, and the part where he incinerated the Anointed One, well, he's just bloody badass. There's a small part of him that's flattered at the part where Angel talks about how terrifying an enemy he is. And of course, he and Buffy fight brilliantly together. Even if it's just actors, and it's... bloody weird. He's already decided that watching the commentary and such is more than he can take.

He also isn't crazy about seeing himself kill again. And watching Buffy with Angel, knowing how that'll turn out, seeing things he was clearly never meant to witness. Then there's Drusilla. The former love of his life, back when things were good between the two of them. Her being here is confusing and difficult and he wishes he weren't this affected. But he's always love's bitch, even if he's no longer in love with the woman in question.

God, he misses Buffy.]

So, who's found out they're fictional somewhere? And if you have, did you manage to find it? Did you bother looking? Was it... like your life?

[A pause.]

One of the new inmates, Drusilla, she's from my world. She's bloody insane and incredibly deadly. [It's one of those things he used to love about her.] I think she doesn't have a warden yet, so I guess you can talk to me if she gives you trouble. If anyone can help, it's me. Probably.

If I trip over another bough of holly, someone's bloody hall is going to get decked.

[Spike is not overflowing with Christmas spirit.]