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[embattles]

[The cemetery, now that it's nearing the end of the festivities, looks a little different. Decorative throw pillows, if you didn't leave any customary ones for your dearly departed, have been provided for all of the graves, sitting neatly near the flowers and other decorations and offerings. A table has been placed next to the entrance, an

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placeholder, it's bed for me;; open though!

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike didn't participate at the party going on in town (no matter how easy it'd be to blend in), he's been ignoring the journal (since everyone started taking turns over-sharing), and the whole "celebrate the dead" theme has been wearing on him even more than his ridiculous makeup job. So he doesn't know why he's standing outside the graveyard now... but morbid curiosity seems like a fitting explanation.

Best thing to do is act like everything is normal. It's not like he hasn't accepted his own decisions or has any regrets on how he ended up exactly where he always thought he would; even if the details are a little fuzzy.

He's about to go see if there's any food worth swiping and head back inside when he freezes. Someone's standing in his way -- not someone, a ghost of someone. Blond hair, somber smile, strikingly beautiful... Spike opens his mouth, but says nothing as she deliberately starts to walk towards him.

The noise of the festivities fall away, and he finds himself staring at the empty space in front of him.]

...

[He can't remember.]