033. Royal Orleans

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]

I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

Comments

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike is kind of done with fires himself.]

I think they're starting to make up holidays now.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Well, it's British. So you're half right.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Or maybe someone's giving he castle ideas.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

If the castle listened to suggestions, there'd be a lot more strip clubs here.

Threadjackin'!

[molotov]

Filled with strippers that look suspiciously like your ridiculous mentor.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[RUDE]

You leave him out of this.

[molotov]

Why should I?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Because he's not here to defend himself.

[And you're scaring Spike.]

[molotov]

Why does it matter? Any defense he might have would be nothing but a rambling, expletive-laced lie.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Well that went to an unexpected place.]

Do you want me to hang up?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

No ... she's just jealous.

[Spike don't leave him alone with her, she's mean!!]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Jealous... of the imaginary strippers who look like a guy you knew. Sounds like just what Spike wants to be in the middle of.]

Good thing it was a hypothetical.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[To be fair ... the guy in question had breasts and once worked as a stripper.

Brock has interesting friends.]

Right.

So how's your room working out for you?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Yeah. Changing the subject sounds good to him.]

You know, I'd kind of missed the cryptic notes by my door and all the festive outfits. [Not really.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Yes ...]

It's kind of like having a secret admirer who breaks into your closet sometimes.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[If he had a nickel for every time someone broke into his room, etc etc.]

Makes you wonder why they have locks.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I guess "new clothes suddenly in an unlocked closet" isn't spooky mysterious magical enough.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Thank you, Brock. He was starting to think everyone here liked playing dress up.]

Or something.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Actually ... Brock loves wearing stupid costumes ... but we'll let you hold onto the dream for now, Spike.]

I'll let you know when I have this place fixed, though.

Unless you want to help.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully this will never come up.]

I can stop by later. There's a thing going on. [aka this is when he lost Kaylee after he promised to watch over her and did not...]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[In this place? It probably will!]

Right. See you.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[You could have let that one go. :(]

Sure thing.