[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 ( Read more... )

If you don't do something soon, there's going to be a war. One you started. I'd like to get this thing finished with as little blood spilled as possible, but we're past the point where anyone'll fix this by talking.

End this.

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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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

[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 ( Read more... )

[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.

[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 ( Read more... )