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.]

Open Action.
[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.]

Comments

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

[No last name? Well, he wouldn't be the only one using an alias. Neal shakes his hand.]

Welcome to Mayfield. Better get used to it here, if you can.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Not the worst Hell dimension I've been to. [He stops, thinking about it.] Or maybe it is.

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

[Wryly.] Don't worry. It gets worse.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Always does, before it gets better, at least. [He rubs his hands together, knowing it won't be this easy but having to ask anyway.] So, what do I hit?

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

[Neal raises an eyebrow.] More the muscle type, I take it?

[And then he shrugs.] Hard to say. Not a lot to work with, here.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

I've got brains too, I'm the whole package. [But he's mostly kidding, he knows thinking isn't his strong suit.]

Was afraid you'd say that, huh. [sigh] Just one thing after the next.

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

Sure, but everyone's got their specialties.

[... idea.] Say, how'd you like to help me out on the side a little?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Help. [He looks dubious a minute before leaning in closer.] What kind of help you looking for, mate?

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

Just another pair of ears, for now. I've only been here about a month now, and I'm trying to learn what I can about this place. And maybe eventually stir up a bit of trouble. You seem like you can manage that.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Not opposed to a bit of trouble, especially if it pays.

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

I can probably arrange it. Might be in 1950s rates, but still.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

As long as it puts me in bl-- [habit. he tries to cover it quickly, but it takes a good second or two.] smokes, and a bit of extra. You've got yourself a spy.

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

[Neal's just going to ignore that slip - to each their own, and it doesn't really affect him.]

Sounds good. Pleasure doing business with you, Spike.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Right. You too Nick. [unsure if this is the part where he leaves...lol the most awkward]

[blueeyesncharm.livejournal.com]

[Yes, this is the part where you leave, Spike. Allow Neal to demonstrate by continuing on his walk.]