Sep 28, 2010 04:46
[ Spike's awakened by the sudden shambolic outpour of voices from the Forge. First time he growls and ignores. Second time he grabs it with intent to throw. Pauses, catching some of the words. Then leaps out of bed, throws on his coat, and starts for the dock. Suddenly the purpose of these beastly devices is very clear to him. ]
[ Video too wibbly to make out anything, except periodically the flapping of leather as coat-wearer runs. Image capsizes as runner abruptly halts. Spike's holding Forge in his hand like a walkie-talkie, obviously not realising he pressed 'vid' instead of just 'sound'. His face comes momentarily into view as he stops with his back to a wall and peers around the corner. From the sounds, he's chosen a place to get his own look at the action. He straightens against the wall, and proves point about continued Forge misunderstanding: holds it nearer his mouth, which obscures his face entirely and provides a skew-whiff close-up of his collar. ]
Right. Stonking great squid monster. Here to help. Anyone got a spare weapon?
!spike,
jennifer check