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A Night in the Life

Oct 24, 2010 20:32

Who: Spike and anyone
Where: Everywhere!
When: Sunday Night/Saturday morning
Warnings: Snark and possibly violence and British curses ( Read more... )

franklin mott, parker, spike, severen, edgar parker, saffron, martha jones, a day in the life

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5 PM -- Kitchen breakmychest October 25 2010, 00:33:39 UTC

Spike wakes up hungry, so he heads to the kitchen for pig's blood and a stake of pancakes.

Re: 5 PM -- Kitchen notonedrop October 25 2010, 01:15:07 UTC

[Edgar watched Spike for a minute, intrigued. He could tell he was most definitely drinking blood, which meant he was a vampire, but that seemed to be contradicted by the fact that he was eating pancakes.] "...you eat food?"

breakmychest October 25 2010, 02:34:32 UTC

Spike looked up at him and nodded. "When I feel like it, sure. It tastes good." This is Spike and his weird eating habits, Edgar. Get used to it.

notonedrop October 25 2010, 03:54:33 UTC

"Food makes me sick," Edgar said, before taking a drink of his own bottle of blood.

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6 PMish -- CES breakmychest October 25 2010, 00:36:22 UTC

Spike takes his food up to the CES to watch the sun set. It's fun not burning up!

8 PM -- library breakmychest October 25 2010, 00:37:42 UTC

Spike goes to the library to find something to read. He gravitates towards a few books of poems, though should anyone come across him, he'll probably deny it.

8 PM -- library yeehawkiller October 25 2010, 01:26:16 UTC

[The moment Spike pulls a book from the shelves, Severen will be on the other side of the stacks peeking through with a devilish grin.]

Re: 8 PM -- library breakmychest October 25 2010, 02:38:57 UTC

Spike doesn't react except to raise an eyebrow. He could, after all, smell Severen before he saw him, though he didn't know Severen's scent well enough to recognize it.

"Need something, mate?"

8 PM -- library yeehawkiller October 25 2010, 05:02:10 UTC

Information.

[He keeps on grinning.]

Why someone who shares as much kinship to wearin' leather as I finds himself takin' books out wedged between... [His eyes flick between the covers of the books]

"Sonnets an' tales of yore" an' "I walk a merry English garden: Poetry classics"?

[Now it's Severen's turn to raise an eyebrow]

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9 PM -- lunch breakmychest October 25 2010, 00:40:11 UTC

Spike goes back to the dining hall to have lunch. This time he just gets a mug of blood and a blossoming onion.

9 PM -- lunch vfranklinmott October 25 2010, 05:31:18 UTC

Sup, Spike, you wanted a meal buddy, right? 'Course you did. Because you got one, right now, sitting across from you.

"Are you... going to actually eat an onion?" He's not sure which is more bizarre. The fact that he's eating, or that its going to be an onion. Either way? Gross.

breakmychest October 25 2010, 06:11:40 UTC

Spike is more than happy to discuss his food. "It's not just an onion, mate, it's an onion blossom. These things are bloody brilliant." And with that, he pulls off one of the petals and eats it.

vfranklinmott October 25 2010, 12:59:36 UTC

"Yes, but..." He can't think of a suitable opposition, and instead, watches with a mix of horror and fascination as the onion blossom is devoured. "That's... gross."

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10 PM -- gym breakmychest October 25 2010, 00:40:57 UTC

Spike's feeling restless, so he goes to the gym to beat up a punching bag. Unless, of course, someone shows up wanting to spar.

10 PM -- gym call_me_saffron October 25 2010, 00:45:51 UTC

Saffron's surprised to find someone else in the gym at this hour. The place has come to be something of a safe haven for her, and although she has to put up with the presence of other inmates and wardens throughout the day, night is the one time during which she feels she can come here to be alone. The intrusion doesn't bother her so much; the gym is a public space, after all, and the newcomer doesn't look the sort to interrupt her. She's curious, however-she hasn't seen him around before.

Keeping an eye on him, she steps down from her treadmill and heads over to her duffel bag, taking a moment to mop the perspiration from her skin.

breakmychest October 25 2010, 01:02:43 UTC

Spike is perfectly willing to do his own thing, but he's also fairly social, especially when it's late at night and other people are harder to find. He wanders over to the other woman. She seems to be finished, or at least taking a break.

"So. Come here often?"

call_me_saffron October 25 2010, 01:13:19 UTC

Saffron is glad then that she made a show of finishing up; it's always nice when a man makes the first move, even in a platonic context.

"Every day. Hellhounds can't keep me away." She smiles and casually looks the man over. From what she can tell, he has quite the physique-not scrawny, like some of the man-children running about this place, but not overly built, either. A little pale for her liking, though...

"You?"

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