Come stop Spike from talking to himself, he's crazy enough already.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike is pacing a corridor, radio in hand. But he's just listening. As excited as he is to be here, the novelty's wearing off.]

Apocalypse is supposed to be in bloody California. That's Hell on Earth. Not a bloody jail in the middle of South Dakota. Feel like I'm the only one getting these memos, though.

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[perspectiveguy]

As a person who got those memos in high school I've also...gotten those memos.

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[rudolphofvamps]

No one asked you, Harris. [sighs, stopping his pacing] We ought to make an official bulletin at least, don't you think?

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[perspectiveguy]

An official, 'are you all aware this scenario sucks because this isn't how apocalypses work' bulletin?

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[rudolphofvamps]

What, that's a morale booster if I ever saw one.

[historyrepeater]

[ Stefan is coming down the corridor. He stops and broods listens. ]

Hell on Earth?

[rudolphofvamps]

[ Spike turns on his heel, hearing the man's approach. ]

You heard me. Simple enough really, as concepts go.

[historyrepeater]

Not figuratively?

[rudolphofvamps]

Not usually.

[suze_querida]

[Curious Suze is curious.]

You alright, there?

[rudolphofvamps]

[jumps a bit, how had he not noticed her? he really is going bonkers]

Right as rain, pet.

[suze_querida]

[She may have physically twinged at the "pet".]

Mm. I'm sure that's the proper response when one's in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

[rudolphofvamps]

It is.