It had been six months, ten days, fifteen hours, and thirty-two minutes since Spike had last seen Buffy Summers. He stared down into the amber liquid this hipster bar called beer. It weighed on his heart, and while he knew it was pathetic to count, he found himself ticking the minutes off, and even the seconds, automatically before he could talk ( Read more... )

[ it's true, shaking your computer is a proven means of fixing it. ]

Am I going to need to get an exorcist for my computer now? Are there even exorcists who deal with computers, or is that a rooms only kind of thing?

I don't really want it spitting up pea soup when i'm at work, that might ruin the keyboard.

Peter's first thought, after making sure that Emma and everyone else was okay, was how could he get out of New York, and what was the fastest way to do it. He couldn't spent another day here, not after spending five years of his subconscious life stuck with Sylar in a New York that had very quickly stopped feeling like home. And now the real one ( Read more... )

[Spike was doing his rounds, just like any other night. It was slow, and he found himself wandering. The streets were starting to look familiar, and he realized he hadn't been out this way since the first night. The baseball diamond was around here somewhere, wasn't it? Wouldn't hurt to give it a peek, see if anyone new managed to fall into the ( Read more... )