[ooc: THIS IS ALL ARIEL'S FAULT. Or plurk's. Or my own fevered brain. Sigh, that's the one.]
[Dream. Oh god we hope so.[Curtain up on Angel dressed in a black and white checkered 2-piece suit, complete with umbrella and hat. It's raining onstage. (That's real rain, FYI. Some lightning too. There's no ceiling to this theatre or else or it's covered
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And I thought my dreams were strange and convoluted.
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[it's very confusing.]
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[All that and what she's got to say is...]
Gee, Spike. Is there something you need to share about your feelings for Angel? I hear getting things off your chest is seriously therapeutic.
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Look, I didn't design stakes...
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[...and about that ending...]
...maybe all that complaining is sexual tension.
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Anyway just wait 'til you see it in person.
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