016 | backdated to earlier in the day
[Outside the castle there's a familiar ship on the ground, one that looks a lot less beat up than it did a few days ago. Apparently Spike was fired and replaced with some magical mechanic. Not like he minded too much; less work for him. And he had to hand it to them, from a distance you couldn't even see anything wrong with it.
It's when Faye pokes her head up in the cockpit window that he decides to get a better look.] Have you flown it yet?
[she barely glances over from where she's tinkering with the console] ...He screwed up all of my settings! I'm pretty sure that there isn't a planet nearby called 'My Bollocks,' here.
[Good thing she's too occupied to catch his smirk. That's what happens.] Who did you say fixed it for you?
[as she sighs and turns around, dangling her legs out the hatch--] Crowley.
. . . [Crowley. He really should have guessed.] I didn't know he worked on spaceships. [Spike leans against the frame and gives a sidelong glance at a certain panel. If he was really curious, he could open it and check just how fixed it really is, but he diverts his eyes before she can tell what he's examining.]
A spaceship is the same as a car, when you wiggle your fingers at it, I guess. [spooky wiggling fingers, for emphasis]
Right. [Magic. On that note, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a steel flask. Can't even remember what he filled it with -- but it smells strong enough, so he takes a drink.]
[she arches an eyebrow at him] ...Isn't is a little early for that? [not that it keeps her from reaching out and beckoning for it, of course. The one she keeps in the cockpit has been drained by a certain magical mechanic.] You having trouble coping-- [...she doesn't get the whole thought out, however. Her voice cuts off abruptly, hands going to her throat and eyes widening in surprise]
... What is it? [He had barely moved to share it, when the knowing smile on his face vanishes. When she doesn't respond in a few more seconds, he can tell she isn't kidding. She's choking. Quickly, he glancing around them (because you never know if you're alone) and swears under his breath. The flask is thrown to the ground and shakes her shoulder.] Faye? Hey, come on!
[she grabs onto his arm, fingers digging desperately into the cloth of his sleeve, and all she can struggle out is a tiny strangled gasp. She can't breathe. ...She can't breathe!]
[Shit. She's turning blue, this isn't--] Hold on. [What's he going to do, carry her back? They don't have ambulances here, but they aren't too far away. He tries to keep her from falling and fumbles around for the journal in his pocket.]
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ooc: Spike | Faye
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[Times like these, you hate having to rely on more magical bullshit. The voice over the journal is dictated in a tone that's calmer than it should be, but there's an angry undercurrent that's just waiting to challenge whoever is responsible. Has to be someone.]
If anyone knows CPR, or... anything, I don't care. I need you outside the castle. Someone's dying.
ooc^2: So very open! Journal or in person. Lost Room item related... because it's about time. Some girls have all the luck.
It's when Faye pokes her head up in the cockpit window that he decides to get a better look.] Have you flown it yet?
[she barely glances over from where she's tinkering with the console] ...He screwed up all of my settings! I'm pretty sure that there isn't a planet nearby called 'My Bollocks,' here.
[Good thing she's too occupied to catch his smirk. That's what happens.] Who did you say fixed it for you?
[as she sighs and turns around, dangling her legs out the hatch--] Crowley.
. . . [Crowley. He really should have guessed.] I didn't know he worked on spaceships. [Spike leans against the frame and gives a sidelong glance at a certain panel. If he was really curious, he could open it and check just how fixed it really is, but he diverts his eyes before she can tell what he's examining.]
A spaceship is the same as a car, when you wiggle your fingers at it, I guess. [spooky wiggling fingers, for emphasis]
Right. [Magic. On that note, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a steel flask. Can't even remember what he filled it with -- but it smells strong enough, so he takes a drink.]
[she arches an eyebrow at him] ...Isn't is a little early for that? [not that it keeps her from reaching out and beckoning for it, of course. The one she keeps in the cockpit has been drained by a certain magical mechanic.] You having trouble coping-- [...she doesn't get the whole thought out, however. Her voice cuts off abruptly, hands going to her throat and eyes widening in surprise]
... What is it? [He had barely moved to share it, when the knowing smile on his face vanishes. When she doesn't respond in a few more seconds, he can tell she isn't kidding. She's choking. Quickly, he glancing around them (because you never know if you're alone) and swears under his breath. The flask is thrown to the ground and shakes her shoulder.] Faye? Hey, come on!
[she grabs onto his arm, fingers digging desperately into the cloth of his sleeve, and all she can struggle out is a tiny strangled gasp. She can't breathe. ...She can't breathe!]
[Shit. She's turning blue, this isn't--] Hold on. [What's he going to do, carry her back? They don't have ambulances here, but they aren't too far away. He tries to keep her from falling and fumbles around for the journal in his pocket.]
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ooc: Spike | Faye
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[Times like these, you hate having to rely on more magical bullshit. The voice over the journal is dictated in a tone that's calmer than it should be, but there's an angry undercurrent that's just waiting to challenge whoever is responsible. Has to be someone.]
If anyone knows CPR, or... anything, I don't care. I need you outside the castle. Someone's dying.
ooc^2: So very open! Journal or in person. Lost Room item related... because it's about time. Some girls have all the luck.