i: Street Parties & Food [He still had to wait until it was night out, still had to wait for that wretched ball of fire to drop below the horizon before he could come out and play with the rest of them, but once Spike heard about a party going on city-wide, come out and play he did. He got gifts last time, or, a gift, but it was one he wanted, so who knew what he could scavenge while out this time? The more drunk and stoned people got, the easier it could be to relieve them of anything extra they didn't need.
Spike would not be wearing anything shimmery or shiny, thank you, but he would still be trying to convince people to give him free bits of this and that.]
What, doesn't the hair count? That's... shiny. Ish. Come on, mate. Just give me a bloody drink.
iv: Lounges and Kink Exhibition [With things being as they had for Spike lately and that whole nightmare of a soul with the lost time of what he'd found out was because of some stupid bob someone's world had chucked through, Spike needed to relax. There was the bar Wick had told him of, but he was avoiding some of the other familiar places after their little jaunt that had brought holy hell down upon them. He'd gotten off with no more than a slap on the wrist and a strongly worded reprimand about being an accessory to things like that. He'd gotten away with that much once they'd realized he hadn't been able to be a part of the carnage proper -- not with the chip in his head still. He'd just gone along for the ride and enjoyed the hell out of it.
But he had had to pull extra hours at 'work', having to agree to ridiculous gothic poses and dramatic photography grouped around vampires. It paid the bills. Some of those toys and accessories were laid out on some of the tables, hanging from walls. A metal leash and collar chained to a wall here, a leather harness with metal studs along it that had pins on the other side that jabbed into the flesh and made little rivulets of blood run over sweaty skin, the salt from the sweat making it sting just a little more.
He could be found at any of the venues, stopping in at clubs to smell the scent of sex when he walked in and leaning in to nibble a bit of sushi or fruit off some lovely bit laid out like a plate. Or partaking of the substances around, just to feel something other than confusion and annoyance. He'd even stop into the exhibition center, because sex through the ages was one thing, but this was sex through multiple ages of multiple realms. He was curious what other places had to offer in that vein. One might come across him cocking his head to the side in confusion as he looked at something.]
Where the bloody hell does that go?
v: Wildcard [Have something else in mind? Care to play out another venue or around the Abandoned City (where he lives in the cemetery)? Feel free to start your own adventure or PM me to hash out specifics.]
Spike | Buffy: The Vampire Slayer | OTA ((Warning in prompt iv for blood talk))
[He still had to wait until it was night out, still had to wait for that wretched ball of fire to drop below the horizon before he could come out and play with the rest of them, but once Spike heard about a party going on city-wide, come out and play he did. He got gifts last time, or, a gift, but it was one he wanted, so who knew what he could scavenge while out this time? The more drunk and stoned people got, the easier it could be to relieve them of anything extra they didn't need.
Spike would not be wearing anything shimmery or shiny, thank you, but he would still be trying to convince people to give him free bits of this and that.]
What, doesn't the hair count? That's... shiny. Ish. Come on, mate. Just give me a bloody drink.
iv: Lounges and Kink Exhibition
[With things being as they had for Spike lately and that whole nightmare of a soul with the lost time of what he'd found out was because of some stupid bob someone's world had chucked through, Spike needed to relax. There was the bar Wick had told him of, but he was avoiding some of the other familiar places after their little jaunt that had brought holy hell down upon them. He'd gotten off with no more than a slap on the wrist and a strongly worded reprimand about being an accessory to things like that. He'd gotten away with that much once they'd realized he hadn't been able to be a part of the carnage proper -- not with the chip in his head still. He'd just gone along for the ride and enjoyed the hell out of it.
But he had had to pull extra hours at 'work', having to agree to ridiculous gothic poses and dramatic photography grouped around vampires. It paid the bills. Some of those toys and accessories were laid out on some of the tables, hanging from walls. A metal leash and collar chained to a wall here, a leather harness with metal studs along it that had pins on the other side that jabbed into the flesh and made little rivulets of blood run over sweaty skin, the salt from the sweat making it sting just a little more.
He could be found at any of the venues, stopping in at clubs to smell the scent of sex when he walked in and leaning in to nibble a bit of sushi or fruit off some lovely bit laid out like a plate. Or partaking of the substances around, just to feel something other than confusion and annoyance. He'd even stop into the exhibition center, because sex through the ages was one thing, but this was sex through multiple ages of multiple realms. He was curious what other places had to offer in that vein. One might come across him cocking his head to the side in confusion as he looked at something.]
Where the bloody hell does that go?
v: Wildcard
[Have something else in mind? Care to play out another venue or around the Abandoned City (where he lives in the cemetery)? Feel free to start your own adventure or PM me to hash out specifics.]