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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 30, 2008 11:54:25 GMT -5
"Just... well, like the rest of this place. Things don't seem right. I mean, unless they do. I wasn't alive now."
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Post by Spike on Apr 30, 2008 11:58:40 GMT -5
*Spike knew what she meant. He thought anyway. The female mind was complex.*
"Like that keeper looked ready to start somethin' instead of having just abandoned her needlework?"
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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 30, 2008 12:59:20 GMT -5
*Buffy nodded.*
"I don't know 19th century Paris, but I know ass kicking. And she looks capable. And all the weird people we meet... I wonder if we're all just stuck here."
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Post by Spike on May 5, 2008 13:11:05 GMT -5
*That was a thought. A halfway decent one at that. Spike mulled it over for a while.*
"You know...that would kinda make sense. I...wonder if that bird downstairs knows anything."
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 5, 2008 13:29:56 GMT -5
*Buffy raised an eyebrow.*
"You want to ask her?"
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Post by Spike on May 7, 2008 6:30:49 GMT -5
*Spike looked a little like I deer standing in front of an oncoming semi truck. He wasn't sure if she was suggesting that it might be a good plan or if she was making fun of said plan. He blinked.*
"Well...at least she might know something about how we got here."
*He tried to keep his voice neutral, not too defensive, but supporting his line of thought.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 7, 2008 11:36:05 GMT -5
*Buffy shrugged.*
"Can't hurt. Okay."
*With something uncomplicated to do, Buffy nearly bounced back out of the room.*
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Post by Spike on May 10, 2008 7:24:05 GMT -5
*Spike looked confused for a moment, then happy that she approved of his idea. Then he hurried to follow her back downstairs.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 20, 2008 12:08:47 GMT -5
**AFTER KITCHEN**
"So what's with the silent treatment?"
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Post by Spike on May 26, 2008 16:57:44 GMT -5
*Spike shrugged in his coat, pulling it taut for a moment defensively.*
"Don't know. Just bein' around that bird...didn't have much to say. Strange though, almost like my mind was...quiet."
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 27, 2008 9:04:28 GMT -5
"I don't know about your mind, but that's certainly unusual for your mouth."
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Post by Spike on May 29, 2008 7:55:19 GMT -5
*Spike scoffed indignantly, the way he always did when she was right and he didn't want to admit it.*
"Just like you to tell me I talk to much, then fuss about me not...doin' it."
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 30, 2008 16:28:47 GMT -5
*Buffy tossed her hair expertly.*
"That's my prero--my right," *she said.* "As a girl. That's what I hear, anyway. But even so, you haven't said--what do you think we should do?"
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Post by Spike on May 30, 2008 19:37:58 GMT -5
*Spike was still on the defense.*
"About the bird downstairs?"
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 2, 2008 10:39:41 GMT -5
*Buffy started pacing.*
"I don't even know why I'm asking you. But if it's like she says, and we're all just stuck here... You're all I've got. So... do you think she's telling the truth?"
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