001. everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

[rudolphofvamps]

Phone.
[Spike sounds oddly manic, not that you would know it was odd for him.]

I guess this is like a conference call, huh? So who's on the other end. [a few crickets...] Not sure what to make of all this, but. Haven't seen a phone like this since--[sudden throat clearing]

What do you lot do around here? Go to the drive-in with your steadies and buy big league chew at the game with your pop? It's all just a little [frightening?] too good to be true.

[muttering] Still not sure I'm not dreaming this up. [Or you know, still in a basement losing his mind.]


Action for 1448 Mitchell Road.
[Oh, Krillin, where are you? He'll only be terrified to see you.

He doesn't even know there's anyone else in the house, going to pour himself a bowl of cereal and ruffling up his hair. It feels bizarre and not at all right that his growling stomach actually wants human food.

But it feels good, too.]

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[Spike is walking down Mitchell Road, but feel free to meet him anywhere he'll be walking a while. In slacks and a plain blue sweater, he's just, meandering, hands in his pockets as he tries not to feel the remnants of sunlight beat down on his back. It's so strange and wonderful to feel it and yet, what did he do to deserve it. Is this a new kind of Hell dimension where they torture you with kindness.

And then he bumps into you because--without vampire senses he's really the clumsiest person you've ever met. Actually, he's not that smooth with them either.] --Sorry. [Just make nice with the locals until you get the skinny, he keeps telling himself. Easier said than bloody done. This place was Stepford creepy and twice as annoying.]

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[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

[Miku's simply strolling down Benny Road, idly munching on a leek when someone suddenly bumps into her.

...thank God she's a robot, because that would've slightly hurt for her if she was still a human.]

Ah, don't worry!

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He nods, rubbing at his nose like he has a headache. And maybe he does. It's been over a hundred years since he's had one, well. If the chip didn't count.]

You're alright?

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[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

[She blinks for a moment, then smiles.]

I'm fine, don't worry!

[Notice anything synthetic about her voice?]

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Wasn't worried... [Definitely strange, but he's not about to comment] On your way then.

[Though he seems hesitant, like he wants to ask something]

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[You're neighbor down the road is sitting on the curb in front of his house, idly smoking a cigarette. And he looks extremely bored; even after getting slightly tripped on by Spike's foot, he hardly budges an inch.]

Excuse you.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Biting back a retort, he tries not to look too annoyed.]

Yeah, yeah. Excuse me. [He tries to brush past the other man. Can he just scream.]

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[spellbent]

Since the 1950's perhaps?

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Yeah he'll just... give in.]

Is that where I am? When I am.

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[spellbent]

For all intents and purposes, yes. If this isn't really the 1950's, it's a damn good imitation.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

It does look quite a bit like it, huh. [He sounds almost amused, but he's really anything but]

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[toomanly.livejournal.com]

[ HEY HE KNOWS THAT VOICE--

oh right, maybe he should say something instead of just being shocked. ] Spike? If you're dreaming this, could you, you know- stop dreaming about me?

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Harris. [flat tone. what the Hell is this.]

I'll put it on my sodding to-do.

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[toomanly.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Think you could put it at the top of the list? Or maybe right after you take a spin around the drive-in.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

You're invited, if your feelings were hurt.

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[midgardserpent]

[Upon being run into, he just stops in his tracks and gives a bit of a disdainful look at the man who did it.]

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He sure loves being looked at that way. Spike quashes the urge to roll his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.] What?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr looks at him curiously for a moment, then shrugs. It's nothing. It's pretty obvious the stranger isn't a drone, but honestly that doesn't make much of a difference in Jormungandr's mind.

Oh by the way he doesn't talk much. Comes from being a giant world-circling sea monster turned into a human and being forced to learn how to speak. He doesn't like it. He avoids it whenever possible. It's hard and stupid. Etc.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike just looks...alarmed.]

Does it speak?

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

[Neal's out for a walk because his new "wife" doesn't seem to be so fond of him. Or really anything, at the moment. Getting out seemed like a good idea.]

Careful. You alright there?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike blinks, brushing off his pants idly as he looks over and shrugs]

I'll make it.

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

[Neal nods.]

You look a little lost. You new here?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Was it that obvious. [he snarks, rolling his eyes]

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[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[And you've just bumped into a shark-boy who was trying to enjoy a submarine sandwich.]

Sorry yourself, jerk.

Just be glad I didn't drop my sandwich.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Oy, who're you calling a-- [that sandwich looked really good. focus, Spike] Said I was sorry, didn't I?

[Then softer] No harm done.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

You still bumped into me, blondie.

Pretty rude.

And I'm gonna guess you;re new here.