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

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

You still bumped into me, blondie.

Pretty rude.

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

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Something like new, anyway. Who wants to know?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

The name's Mart.

Mart Vineyard.

Born demi-god and professional ass kicker.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow lift] How impressive.

Spike.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm pretty goddamn awesome.

Spike, huh?

So... what's your deal?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

My deal? [he shrugs] Just minding my business before I got sucked up here. Same as anyone else.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Yeah, pretty much the same here.

Don't suppose you came from somewhere interesting.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[To tell... he doesn't see why not, since this guy's obviously not entirely human]

Came from a Hellmouth. Don't know how interesting that is next to a 1950s suburb with an attitude problem, but there it is. Demons.. vampires, you name it.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

That's cool I guess...

I fuckin' hate demons though.

Always trying to eat me.

And vampires... pretty lame if you ask me.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs. Usually he would get angry, but for the moment, he's not a vampire and he doesn't exactly want to give himself away.]

Yeah. Lame.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Seriously.

Especially all that romantic bullshit "Oh! I'm immortal, I'm angsty, I need to suck blood to stay unalive but it makes me sympathetic."

What a bunch of saps.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Sympathetic. Interesting word.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Uh, what d'you mean?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Never heard vampires called that before.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Hey I wasnt saying they were. Though a friend of a friend of mine is a vampire. And our lawyer. She doesnt like me all that much cuz I ate her fish tank.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

That wasn't too nice of you. Can see being mad about that, myself.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

But

Goldfish are like potato chips! You can't just eat one!

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Prefer the cracker, myself.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Bleh.

Crackers are bland as shit.

Give me fries any day.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Said I preferred 'em to the live version, didn't say to anything else.

..I miss hot wings.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

... me too.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

I should make some, you know. Have a cook out. That's what everyone did in the 50s wasn't it?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Sure!

I think.

Let's do it anyway!

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan, mate.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Awesome.

You a chef? What kinda sauces can you put together?