breakmychest

[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!]

Anyone want to spar in the gym? I'd also be up for getting very, very drunk.

[Locked from Buffy]

People generally are different during the Breaches, right? Even more so then during floods or ports?

How different?

[Private to Bruce and Elric separately]

Did you speak to Buffy during the Breach?

[In this particular circumstance, "speak" means "have sex."]

[Private to Fred]

You get through the madness in one piece?

[Private to Elphaba]

How goes your quest for friendship?

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?

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.]

[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.]

[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?

As the sanest vampire warden on board, I'm taking charge of the blood distribution process. Now, I need to know if there's anyone who's got ice or can make it or anything like that. I want to keep what we have good as long as possible.

That being said, and I'm really hoping it doesn't come to this, we might run out, and we might need donations. I know other people have asked, but tell me again so I can get a list started. I'm personally planning on holding out as long as I can, which is a while, but I don't want any attacks, and not everyone's me.

Just... anyone who can help. Let me know.

[Filtered to vampires]

All right, kiddies, I need to know how how often you need to feed and any other special requirements. Don't start eating people. My room's 409. Feel free to come visit.

[/vampires]

[Filtered to Elphaba]

Doing all right, pet?

[/Elphaba]

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. )

[Spike sits, staring at the camera. He drums his fingers against his leg before flashing a confident smirk.]

So, giant outer space prison barge. That's… not something I've been on before. But I've been worse places. Really, once you've spent some quality time in a hell dimension, other places aren't so bad.

[He gestures at himself, shifting forward in his seat.]

Name's Spike. I'm a Champion for the Powers that Be. Also a vampire. Second worst in recorded history, to be honest. And how I went from that to being a hero is a long and very exciting story. I'm happy to tell it to anyone who's interested.

[Or really, anyone willing to stay around long enough to hear it. He likes bragging. He grins sharply and stands up, swinging his arms restlessly.]

So, what do we do for fun around here?