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Day Twenty-Three: Hissy Fit

Apr 22, 2009 06:33

Who: Lizzy
Where: Barracks
When: Mid-morning
Rating: PG
Invasion: *grin*

Status: Open / Ongoing
Summary: Do we still do those?

( Got a plan of action and cold blood // and it smells of defiance )

~dm: spike, peyton alexander, *day 23, ~dm: lizzy miles, - in progress - mandy, @barracks, ~dm: gregory house

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and_snow_fell April 22 2009, 15:07:29 UTC

This was ... different. Spike was pretty sure it was the damsel-in-distress sorts that got kidnapped. Not him. With a lit cigarette dangling from his lower lip, the vampire strolled down the hall of the barracks.

He caught sight of the girl and offered her a slight nod as he studied her. She was ... new to DauphinMare, formerly of Riverfell and apparently right back in Riverfell.

Fascinating. "So, little bit. Back home again?" he inquired as he quirked a pale brow, absently flicking ashes off the end of his cigarette.

lies_unspoken April 28 2009, 08:37:41 UTC

"Yeah, all right, she's new. She an' her ... guardian, came over when Ice was visiting this place. So what of it?" He regarded House curiously. "Pretty new yourself, aren't you?"

Which was irrelevant, he supposed, and he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"As for this not bein' a dream, anythin' we can do to prove it isn't? No, because you'll say, whatever we say, well, isn't that a fucked up thing for me to be dreaming about, and you'll just argue it."

He paused, then glanced to Lizzy. "Pardon my French. Probably shouldn't be usin' words like that 'round a bit like you."

itsneverlupis April 29 2009, 05:13:58 UTC

House crossed his arms, not really liking that insinuation. "At least I'm new over there. Isn't that the point of this game you nuts are playing? Good guys versus bad guys and she's -" he pointed to Lizzy - "A bad guy if she originated over here."

He didn't really think that. He was just amused by how defensive the both of them were getting over it. Her with her body language - and if this guy wasn't the guardian, then what was he doing watching over someone else's kid? Annoying do-gooders - and Spike with his words.

"Nope!" he said when Spike asked if there was anything that could convince him this wasn't a dream - and that was probably for the best, anyway. If he knew it wasn't a dream... wasn't like he'd take it terribly well.

Lizzy scowled at House, and was close to arguing with him that he was being a stupid head and that he wasn't ever going to wake up because he was really here and not dreaming when Spike apologized for his language. She shook her head to indicate that the apology was largely unnecessary. It wasn't like ( ... )

lies_unspoken April 29 2009, 05:29:37 UTC

"People change," Spike said before he regarded House pointedly. "Well, some people can change, I guess would be the better way to phrase it."

He stroked Lizzy's hair lightly before he nodded toward the greenhouse. "We were just on our way to look at some pretty flowers, mate. You're welcome to come with us an' see what sort you've dreamed up for us to look at, yeah?"

milessquared April 29 2009, 06:10:21 UTC

"You don't have to be polite and invite him," Lizzy pointed out, easing a bit away from Spike - though not terribly far - now that it had been proven (or to her, at least) that House was just an ass an was not going to suddenly sprout fangs and attack, she was a bit more at ease. Plus, he was from their side. That meant good things, right?

Their side. She grinned a little at that. She'd been there for, what? One day? But it was her side now in her mind, too.

"I mean, he was rude first," she pointed out stubbornly.

House smirked a little at that. He didn't really have any interest in seeing the flowers, but if it would annoy them - or one of them, at least - to have him tag along, he'd do it.

"Why not?" he said airily. "People are always saying that I should take more time to just sit back and smell the roses. Maybe this is what they were talking about?"

It was clear from his tone that he didn't think this is what they'd been talking about at all, and knew it. But he supposed they already knew that about him.

lies_unspoken April 29 2009, 06:20:32 UTC

Spike snorted. "Yeah, all right, Sparky. Come along then." He reached out for Lizzy's hand. "I know, bit, but if we don't invite him along, he'll follow us anyway and likely knock things about with that stick of his, yeah? Besides, we c'n be the bigger people and overcome his rudeness." His brows arched before he glanced to House coolly.

"Let's hope there's some roses in there for you. Ones with big thorns. Might stick right up your nose. Maybe then you wouldn't be so set on the idea this is a ruddy dream."

milessquared April 29 2009, 07:50:31 UTC

Lizzy giggled a bit at the Sparky comment, taking Spike's hand when it was offered and sticking her tongue out at House. She didn't think that House was all that clever or funny. But Spike was. And she thought that she wouldn't mind seeing House have some roses shoved up his nose. Maybe then he'd stop saying and doing things that were clearly asking for it.

"The fact that you are gullible enough to buy into this other world crap right away should not reflect badly on me," House pointed out, before he shrugged. "And what makes you think just because you're polite I won't knock things around with my cane? I'm just as capable of hitting things when people are polite to me as when they aren't," he said smugly.

He ignored the roses comment, though, having nothing particularly witty to respond with at the moment, which annoyed him, because that sounded like one of those comments he'd think of something really great to reply with later.

lies_unspoken April 29 2009, 14:14:17 UTC

"The fact that you're too stubborn to believe there are things outside of your grasp of reality shouldn't be having such an impact on my day, but there we have it," he continued with a slight grin.

"It's not a dream, mate. Believe it, don't believe it, no skin off my back, but it is what it is."

Upon reaching the greenhouse, he drew the door open for Lizzy, to let her in first. He glanced then to House, brows elevated as he wondered if the other man was going to join them or not.

milessquared April 30 2009, 03:33:46 UTC

Lizzy giggled when Spike held the door open for her, skittering into the greenhouse immediately, her eyes drifting over the various plants inside, and looking for Daisie still. She slipped down onto her hands and knees, crawling under the various tables looking for her friend, who might be hiding. Or she was really looking for any pairs of feet that she happened to see. She'd like Spike deal with the grumpy doctor.

House paused, thoughtful at Spike's words. He smirked slightly, nodding his head a bit. "Touche," he agreed to the comment about affecting Spike's day. But he did move forward into the greenhouse, surveying the plants critically with a raised eyebrow. He wondered what use a bubble with no sun would have for a greenhouse, but opted not to ask.

"So..." he trailed off. "This is what your side does for fun around here?" he asked with a small smirk.

lies_unspoken April 30 2009, 03:43:32 UTC

"Our side? We're on the same side, mate," Spike pointed out. "We just happen to be abducted onto the wrong one for the time being." He watched Lizzy scamper off. "Careful, pet. Don't hurt yourself on anythin' in here," he cautioned her before he returned his attention to House.

"But yeah, doesn't really look like there's a lot to do by way of fun 'round here. No wonder everyone's retreating to DauphinMare," he muttered. Not that he minded, really; if they won a victory by default, so be it.

itsneverlupis May 1 2009, 04:33:16 UTC

Opting not to point out he'd just said that in the hopes of getting a rise out of the other, he rolled his eyes to Spike's comment about them being on the same side. "Sure, you say that now," he said, in his childish kid-on-the-playground voice. "That's what you'd say if you were from this side anyway. Everyone's trying to get back. Likely because this place is so BORING."

Lizzy peeked out from behind one of the tables near the back, giggled a bit and nodded before disappearing again behind another one, playing some sort of imaginary game with herself where she was chasing someone around. It had been something she used to do a lot in the castle.

He gave the last word a bit of extra enthusiasm. Then frowned slightly when Spike started watching out for Lizzy. "What are you, like her guardian in training?" he said, mildly curious. The black trench coat and bleached hair meant that Spike didn't strike him the parental sort.

lies_unspoken May 1 2009, 04:48:03 UTC

Spike shrugged. "Hers isn't here. Someone's got to look out for her," he pointed out. "Can't have jerks like you making her cry or somethin' like that."

His eyes flicked to Lizzy once, though he was mostly using his ears to keep track of her - her breathing, heartbeat, making sure she was all right.

Leaning against one of the long tables, hands braced behind him, Spike studied House curiously.

"So are you always so grumpy, or is it just the extenuating circumstances that's put a bee in your bonnet?"

itsneverlupis May 1 2009, 07:15:42 UTC

House frowned a bit at that, but opted not to push it. Fine, if he wanted to step up and be the hero, take care of the kid, who was he to judge? She was someone else's problem. His eyes flickered over when he saw movement between the tables - but really, he didn't rightly care.

And his need for a Vicodin was starting to become desperate. He gripped his leg slightly, running his hand up and down the destroyed muscle, before he glanced up to Spike again at the question.

"Bum leg," he explained, in a tone that suggested that he knew that obviously wasn't the answer, but he wasn't really going to give a better one then that. Then he paused. It was true enough. "Muscle death. Ever experienced it? It's kind of painful. And I left my drugs over in the other bubble."

lies_unspoken May 1 2009, 11:41:12 UTC

Spike arched a brow, amused. "Nothin' I ever have to worry about. Get right down to it, I'm nothing but dead muscle." He regarded House and almost offered to turn him before thinking better of it.

If anyone was going to vampire him, let one of the sparkly ones do it. He'd heard those transformations hurt a hell of a lot more.

Not, of course, that he was wishing ill on House. No, nothing like that.

"Bet you can find something here, for the pain," he offered instead. "Got to be a pharmacy or something around. Just wave your cane about and they'll cough up whatever you need, like as not."

itsneverlupis May 2 2009, 04:55:26 UTC

He latched on to the nothing but dead muscle comment because it took him a bit by surprise, and he frowned slightly while he tried to puzzle that out. And then his face cleared as he realized where the confusion was, and he smirked slightly, tapping his finger against his temple in an overexaggerated motion.

"Oh, I see," he said teasingly. "You're one of those 'vampire' sorts," he said, complete with air quotes to show how much he believed that. Though he supposed it wasn't impossible that his subconscious would make an effective imaginary vampire, so he opted not to go further than that with his teasing ( ... )

lies_unspoken May 2 2009, 06:54:54 UTC

"Yeah, one of them vampire sorts," Spike echoed with the slightest roll of his eyes.

"Might not have a pharmacy. Might be one of those healer sorts driftin' around," he continued. "Like ... Laurel, or Corrine." Not that he reasoned either of them was over here, but ... well. The point remained, Riverfell probably had their own, right?

Spike shifted his weight, absently patting the pockets of his coat before deciding that smoking around the child wasn't good for her and he exhaled. Well, it wasn't like he needed it, anyway. He just liked it.

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