Welcome to Edensphere, Jack and Yehuda!

[blue_shields]

Characters: Spike blue_shields, Bastet felinemystique, Yehuda trollingthis and Jack jackofallcards
Date/Time: Forward dated a bit to September 23rd, 2009
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for birthday nudity
Summary: Spike and the boss lady are on duty, which is good, because today it's twins!

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[felinemystique]

Bastet felt faintly surly at being back to work already--really, couldn't she get some time off after being stuck in the elevator for three days? Even if it hadn't felt that way.

To make things more interesting, she was back in the school girl outfit; a white button-up shirt that barely covered her belly, a short green plaid skirt, white thigh highs and shiny black shoes. The white hilt of Drake's sword rose behind her head, as she'd decided to wear it to work today.

Bastet could be anywhere in the Hall in a split second, so she let Spike run about as much as he liked. In addition, it saved her from having to make too much conversation, not really being much in the mood to do anything but mull over her memory. Spike didn't push, and she was grateful.

The sound of cocoons cracking roused her, and she sighed, pushing herself up and grabbing a newborn packet. "Spike," was all she said.

Figures they wouldn't have a quiet shift.

[jackofallcards]

It was warm like sunlight on his back. For a moment he felt like he was still there, on the terrace by the ocean, but reality was a cruel mistress, and he was in no such situation. He opened his eyes into murky light and gunk filling his lungs. Surprised, he reacted, kicking out and breaking the fragile walls of his strange prison. As he slid out of the cocoon in a wave of goop, he began to cough, purging his lungs of the liquid, his hair sticking to his face, shoulders and back, all of him sticky, and rapidly beginning to feel cold, in the air.

He propped himself up, kneeling on hands and knees as he coughed, then rolling back so he was seated cross-legged, trying to draw the goopy hair from his eyes.

A scar on his arm caught his attention, and he looked down to find it was all across his chest, as well. It looked like a killing blow, and another equally bad one crossed it. Now how had he gotten that? Why didn't he remember getting that--and who was he?The disorientation of the questions and their lack of answers was dizzying.

[trollingthis]

He felt almost disappointed as he opened his eyes and found himself floating in an unidentified liquid. As slightly interesting as it had been, the information provided to him by... he did not even know who had streamed the data to him, only more proof that such information had been highly insufficient. What was he to make of largely unclear and ambiguous visions-aside from the one who was like him and the one termed as "the first"-and the single line, "Humans have learned nothing from the past

[blue_shields]

Spike- Sky- he never could decide which to think of himself as or call himself definitely- heard Bastet hail him. He could see two forms coming from the cocoons, so he lay down his spear and seized a second newborn packet, standing next to Bastet. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw someone with purple hair come out. He seemed familiar...

The man looked confused, however, so Spike offered towels to both newborns.

"Welcome to Edensphere," he told them. "Get yourself cleaned off. I'm Sky; what can we call you two?"

[felinemystique]

Bastet hung back a bit, allowing Spike to approach the newborns first. The larger man immediately sat up, swiping hair and goo from his face. She noted the scarring across his body; another fighter, possibly.

The second man--she let none of her apprehension and irritation cross her face. It might have been Aurora, but the hair was different. Mirage, then. And if he was returning after all this time, he likely remembered nothing.

It didn't really matter; the man was a prick, memories or no.

"I'm Bastet," she said, her manner easy as she idly adjusted the sword on her back; it was really made for someone taller. "We all arrive here with no memories; all we know of ourselves is the dream we have before waking up. So hold on to yours--it's important."