The Most Multi-Purposed Log Ever

[likedillinger]

Characters: Anybody on Mon Cal after the Krakana attack & then the Enterprise II crew and passengers
Location: The beach, after surviving the attack & then the Enterprise II
Planet: Mon Cal > Space
When: Tuesday through Saturday
What: A LOT OF THINGS IN ONE MULTI PURPOSE POST to avoid spamming the comm further

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FRI - TABULA RASA

[slayerdom]

[ After waking up and accusing Dean James T. Kirk of being a creepy date rapist or whatever, and meeting her sister Jo, Buffy Joan is now perusing the ship. Because they can't be the only ones on it. She's creepin' through the halls. ]

[breakmychest]

[Spike stumbles out of his room with a groan. He has no idea who he is or where, but it seems like he's in space. He really hopes he's not the only one here. He's feeling lost enough as it is.

Oh, look, a cute blond girl. Maybe she knows what's going on. He walks over to her.]

Hullo, love.

[slayerdom]

Who -- [ She looks around quickly, because surely he can't be talking to her like he knows her. She doesn't know him. Or -- Or maybe she should know him. And had he just called her? No. No way. There was no way whoever she was would be all love-y petname-y with some Billy Idol wannabe who forgot the 80s were over like ten years ago. ] Huh? Do I -- Uh. Hi.

[breakmychest]

[...he's not sure why he called her love either, come to think of it, besides that it felt right. It seems to have thrown her off, though. Maybe whoever he is doesn't know whoever she is.]

Mind telling a fellow why exactly we're on a sodding space ship?

[slayerdom]

We're still working on that. [ A beat. She gestures a hand behind her to explain. ] I -- There are others. [ A beat. ]

Hey, wait a second. If you're just as clueless as the rest of us, why were you all "Hullo, love!" What if I'm not your -- [ She choked on the word. She didn't know why, but she did. ]

[breakmychest]

There are? Others? Do they know what's going on?

[Spike frowns, looking just as confused as she is.] I don't know. It felt like something I'd say. Instinct, you know?

[slayerdom]

Inst -- [ ofux. ] ... You don't think we're ... [ No. Not touching that. So much not touching that. She awkwardly chuckles it off. ] No. No way. I -- Forget it.

Others. Not so much with the goings on. You did hear the part about still working on it, right?

[breakmychest]

How would I know who you meant by others? Or we? [He frowns.] And what do you mean, 'no way?' There's nothing wrong with me! [A beat.] Is there?

[slayerdom]

Other than the fact that, even without my memory, I feel confident in saying that I'm pretty sure my dad sported that look twenty years ago? No. Nothing. [ She rolls her eyes. Yep. Annoying. ] Just -- Forget it.

Anyway. Others. There's this guy -- I think he's the captain. And my sister. They were on the bridge with me when I woke up. Where did you -- ?

[breakmychest]

[Spike frowns, feeling a bit more wounded than the situation probably calls for. He's not sure why he wants this woman to like him so much. He's just met her. Probably.] In some sort of pub. The captain's got no memories either? And I don't even know what look I've got. Anyway, maybe you like me for more than looks. [If she... likes him at all.]

[slayerdom]

How can you not know what look you've got? Find a mirror. Heck, find a shiny reflective surface. We're in a spaceship, it's not that hard. [ That does make her reach up to touch her hair, though. She realizes she doesn't really know what she looks like, either. ] Who's to say I like you at all? Maybe I hate you.

[breakmychest]

Oh, god. [Spike rolls his eyes.] Let me guess. You're the hot, popular blond bitch who shuns me because I don't fit in, even though I'm an all right bloke besides all that.

[Because clearly their life is a teenage chick flick.]

And I can look in a mirror [No he can't], I just haven't yet.

[slayerdom]

Who's shunning?! I am the anti-shun. This is a shun-free -- You don't even know me! You don't even know you! And I am so not popular. [ scowl. then a beat, then -- ] What are you even getting this from, The Breakfast Club: Amnesia Edition?

[breakmychest]

I don't know! [He sighs.] Look, sorry, pet. Been a bad day, and I think I hate not knowing what's going on. Let's start over. I'm-- [...oh. Right.] ...someone.

[slayerdom]

Maybe that's not the best way to start over. [ She sighs. ] I'm Joan. And -- And, we'll figure out who you are. Come on, let's go check around the bar. [ Bar. Not pub. It's a mental emphasis and she's not sure ... why she just made it. It warrants a weird look and she shakes it off. ] Maybe we'll find something to help us figure out who you are.

[breakmychest]

Joan. Nice name. [It's not something weird like "Buffy." He gives her a little smile and pokes his thumb back the way he came.] It's back that way. All I had on me was a pack of smokes and... [He holds up his lightsaber.] This.