040 - Want It All Back

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[It's Monday morning, time for all the good children of the city to be going to school. There is a very enthusiastic redhead skipping down the sidewalk with her backpack balanced on her head. She's dressed very much like your typical 13(ish) year old... but her bare feet slap the sidewalk as she dances her way through the crowd singing at the top of her lungs.]

Schooo~oool, schooo~oool, gooooiiiing to schoooo~ooool! Edward is going to leaaaarn something today yes oh yes!

[She's not entiiiiirely watching where she's going, if she's not careful she might run into someone]

((OOC: Open for action on the street.))

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[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Another thing that sucks about Earth (in the list that Spike has been making): his timezones are completely off. Which is why he's awake this early on a Monday morning, and not because of a rumor that he's been yet again employed somewhere he doesn't intend to visit.

He's on the other side of the road when Ed passes by. ... Ed. Passed by...

Spike stops in his tracks and watches as she skips away. Then, for some completely unknown reason, he starts to follow her. Still keeping his distance, of course, but this is one hallucination he needs to check up on.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Still singing and bopping along, her arms swinging widely]

What will Edward learn today? History, biology [switching to her spooky voice] It's a myyyyyystery!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's calling herself Ed, so that's sort of a dead giveaway.

Spike could call her attention, but instead he decides to take another approach. The last school he saw was infested by brain-slug aliens, so it seems like a good excuse to see where she's going. Any other reason she'd be doing something as normal as taking classes is too weird to think about.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Spike, for the first time in Edward's life she's acting like a relatively normal teenager. She sees a friend from school and runs over, talking animatedly with them in rapid French. She sounds like she's been there her whole life.]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Now he's crossing over into stalker territory. What is this anyway? Of all the people to hallucinate about, why Ed? It doesn't compute with him, and he finds himself drifting closer out of purely ambivalent curiosity.

Maybe everyone really does have a twin out there.]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[She sees the odd stranger creeping closer out of the corner of her eye. She turns and smiles brightly at him. Fear? WHAT IS THAT?]

Bonjooo~uuur!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike doesn't know what to do with this, so it takes him some time to react after she noticed him. It isn't the first time he never expected to see her again.]

... Bonjour.

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Abandoning her friends, she hops over in his direction]

Are you lost? Edward can help!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[THIS IS SO STRANGE... but she doesn't really seem to recognize him, so he tries... to pretend this is not strange.]

You know your way around, huh?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. Edward's always lived here.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[...]

On Earth?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink. What a silly question.]

In Paris, silly!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Still staring.]

So you go to school here?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh! Edward's in Quatrième.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Quatrième? [Is that code for something?]

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. It's Edward's year in school.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Can't... picture this.]

You're serious.

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Huh? [She blinks, cockig her head to one side.]

Serious. Serious!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[He scratches at his head -- then decides it's best not think too deeply about.]

You like it there?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. And Abel told Edward that Edward haaaaaaaas to go to school.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

. . . Abel?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

He lives next door to Edward.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Couldn't be.]

Is he a priest?

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

A priest? Noooo. He's married!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Well, Abel was a loose definition of a priest to begin with. Still... this is giving him a headache.]

Funny. I used to know a guy by that name.