Casmus Docks The vast stretch of the Casmus Docks drives north into the waters of the Beacon Harbor Bay. All matter of ships are at rest here, everything from vast cargo haulers, military transports and pleasure craft. Most of the cargo is hauled via truck down Pikeman Circle Drive to Beacon Harbor's industrial centers. Traffic flows rather heavily from the heart of the city to the south. Across the bay, far to the north east, a lighthouse can be seen out on the Point. Its light pierces the thick fog that often plagues the bay in the early hours of the morning. A thick band of rubble, rocks dredged up from the bottom of the bay when the docks were constructed, forms a barrier between the shipping lanes and the long stretch of beach to the east. A welcome surprise to some, a nasty shock to others. This man is young, by the look of him, somewhere in his early twenties. His hair is cut short and bleached white-blonde, a striking contrast to the darkness of his eyes. His face has something of the aristocrat about it, bladed cheekbones lending him a haughty air which is hardly dispelled by the slash of a scar across the left eyebrow and his brusque, lower-class London accent. He's so pale as to look unhealthy. He wears a long, black duster which looks well worn-in, over black jeans and a red shirt which provides his only splash of colour. On his feet are a dusty pair of sturdy combat boots. Spike says "Yeah, go for it. I'm busy seething at Joss some more.:)" Pete Wisdom says "Oh, ee! Poor you. :(" Spike is so very cross. I mean - like 25% of my characters have been screwed over by that bastard. But anyway.:) Pete Wisdom(#432PXc) Wiry and lean, and slightly taller than average height - somewhere around 5'10" - Pete's the personification of early- to mid-eighties punk. No, honestly. His hair is black and longish, spiked determinedly with rather a lot of chemicals (in both gel and spray forms); his eyes are a bright, wickedly entertained blue, set in a pale, thin, boyish face (which Pete hasn't been able to coax a respectable shadow of bristle from, yet). The teenaged punker's clad in the uniform of the moderate rebel: ragged black denim trousers which are tucked into the tops of a pair of mind-bogglingly scuffed mid-calf combat boots (one with a broken lace, the other with a lace so long it had to be wrapped around the kid's leg several times *after* threading all the holes, just so he wouldn't trip), a faded (to the point where the silkscreened The Clash logo is t-shirt fuzzy) tan The Clash t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and a black jacket that bristles with safetypins, glistens with graffiti, clanks with chains (but not TOO many chains), and fills in the rest with assorted badges and patches. Now for the desperately Different: the theory goes that the scarier a guy looks, the more he can get away with wearing makeup and not looking effeminate, just shocking. For the Scary, in addition to his hair having got spiked all up, he's gone and stuck a number of safety pins through his ears, and one through his left eyebrow. Ouch. For the contrasty shocking, he's varnished his nails black and rather heavily kohled his eyes. All this black on a pale guy. Carrying: Stats(#407s) [Pete Wisdom looked at you.] Casmus Docks The vast stretch of the Casmus Docks drives north into the waters of the Beacon Harbor Bay. All matter of ships are at rest here, everything from vast cargo haulers, military transports and pleasure craft. Most of the cargo is hauled via truck down Pikeman Circle Drive to Beacon Harbor's industrial centers. Traffic flows rather heavily from the heart of the city to the south. Across the bay, far to the north east, a lighthouse can be seen out on the Point. Its light pierces the thick fog that often plagues the bay in the early hours of the morning. A thick band of rubble, rocks dredged up from the bottom of the bay when the docks were constructed, forms a barrier between the shipping lanes and the long stretch of beach to the east. DAMAGE Contents: Spike Obvious exits: Storage House 19 The Harbor West Main B.H. Boardwalk Pikeman's Circle Dr. Beacon Billiards The Ingrid Esther Small Room [Public] Way to bite, no-bite. Constantine has connected. [Public] Angelus has disconnected. The rubble separating the shipping lanes and the beach is a fairly unpopular stretch of real estate. Big rocks, little rocks, assorted trash washed in from the sea, seagulls, broken shells, detritus, and the kind of things you associate with a lot of birds congregating in one place. Yeah, unpopular. But that means that if you decide to go for a nice long sulk there, you aren't likely to be bothered by Superman. And if you decide to go for a nice long /drunken/ sulk there, you aren't likely to get arrested. This is why Pete Wisdom's chosen it as his personal teenaged wasteland. He's sitting on the beachy side, prickly and huddled and unmoving, staring at the haze over the horizon and the stars above it. Pete Wisdom descalicious. [Public] Sinn has disconnected. Huh? (Type "help" for help.) Pete Wisdom shall try and get another pose in before dinner, (dammit dammit) and will eat fast. (Grr. ARGH.) Spike *mutter*. Pete Wisdom fuckinay. [Spike looked at you.] Spike says "Hee." Pete Wisdom preens. Bottle of whiskey, check. Dark, forbidding, hostile environment, check. Something to sulk about, check. Spike is down in the dumps. Drusilla and Angelus are all over each other, the stupid Slayer doesn't seem to know what she wants, and he's only killed one person today. He plods up the beach, bottle in hand, smoking and generally looking incredibly disreputable. Pete is scented and heard before he's seen, the vampire pausing a moment, then wandering on. "Bit late for you to be out, isn't it?" Stupid American kids. He looks like me twenty years ago. Pete Wisdom can't. They're starting. Nrgh. EATING FAST! Pete Wisdom says "Back!" Spike says "Hey.:)" "Piss off," mumbles the kid, picking up a smallish stone and hurling it seaward. Hey. Why are there so many Englishmen in Beacon Harbor? "Not as young as I fucking look, all right?" Other than the stone's throw, he continues to not move. Just sit there, hunched over, in a royal sulk. He, on the other hand, has a half-empty bottle of cheap scotch. Which is is not holding, because he's Sulking. "Me either. Funny, that." Spike isn't drunk. Yet. He wanders over to Pete and stands there looking at the sea. "I like the punk stuff, though. Very Eighties. You've got that angry young man act going well." [Public] Fraser has disconnected. Wisdom finally looks up and over, eyeing Spike. "Yeah. Well. If you'd got de-aged to seventeen - and everything that comes with - wouldn't you be angry?" He leans over slightly and picks up his bottle. As he takes the top off, he notes with a hint of wry self-amusement, "As far as the Eighties go, I've had practice. Brilliant dye job, by the way." Toss back a shot. Suppress flinch. Not when *I* was seventeen, Spike manages not to say. God, what a wimp. "Thanks. So what I'm thinking now is, deserted place, nice bottle of Scotch, I'll kill you and then have a drink. Sound good?" God help him, Pete continues to not move much. And his reply is shockingly unimpressed, "If you think this is a /nice/ bottle of Scotch, I'd hate to see your version of rotgut." A beat, and Wisdom looks up, perfectly serious expression on his face. "Look, sod off, will you? If you're not taking the piss, I might have to hurt you. If you are, I'm not in the fucking mood, all right?" Sigh. Spike sets his own bottle down, carefully. "Compared with what people thought was good in the seventeen-hundreds, that's ambrosia, mate." Calling someone 'mate' apparently doesn't mean he won't kill them, though, shifting features and simply leaping at the boy, eyes flaring yellow. Kill first, drink Scotch after. [Public] Superglued Brain Erik has disconnected. The teenager's first instinct, drilled into him over years of training and experience that he can no longer quite recall, is to deflect; after the defense instantly comes the offense. He's already sitting, so he merely unfolds his legs and braces himself with his arms behind him, and kicks up at the oncoming Spike in an effort to keep him airborne long enough that he sails overhead, rather than landing on Pete. Silent and obviously trained in self-defense. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Ooo. Ninjabike." [Public] Whisper says, "Ooh?" Yerk. Usually kids like this don't have a clue, and Spike is effectively tossed over Pete's head, much to his own surprise. He manages to roll on landing, regaining his feet and spinning around to face the boy, snarling. "Oh, right, think you're tough?" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Dexter's Lab!" And because he's young and limber and not yet creaky and damaged, he can throw himself from the position of arms-behind and legs in the air to the position of standing, and turn around to face Spike by the time Spike's rolled and gotten up to face him. His own eyes flare quickly from normal to red to orange-yellow, matching his hands, which now give off a fairly damn intense heat. "Tough? No. Deadly? Yes. Fuck *off* or calm down. Pick one. You don't, I do very painful things to you." A beat. "On purpose." There is a moment's incredibly tense pause. And then Spike, who is many things but is far from stupid, straightens up, yellow eyes blinking. "All right," he says, in mildly offended tones. "No need to get your spooky mutant powers in a twist." Hmf. Ooh, hey, it worked. Cool. Pete straightens, too, feeling mildly better, and the glow fades back into the night. He reaches over and picks up his bottle of Scotch again. "At least /my/ spooky mutant powers don't make me look kinda...Klingon." Once more before anything else, he takes off the top and drinks enough to either start or numb a shooting pain in the temple, then holds the bottle out. "Drink anyway?" Totally NOT in response to Pete's Klingon comment, because Spike doesn't care what Pete thinks, and anyway it doesn't, so there, the vampire's features shift back to normal. He looks for a moment as if he's considering saying something rebellious and sulky, then shrugs and takes the three steps needed to accept the bottle. "Ta." Swig. Gulp. Yuck. Mm. He offers the bottle back. "So you set things on fire, do you?" "Can," affirms Pete, taking the bottle back. "Smashing things is louder, though. Lovely crash sound." He stares through the neck of the bottle for a second, then hesitates some more. Let the first wave hit, /then/ have another. His gaze fixes back on Spike. "What d'you do?" [Public] Maelstrom has connected. The hell with standing around. Spike finds a rock and sits on it, careless of the duster. It stands up to almost anything, he's found. "Kill people, mostly," is the honest response. [Public] Superglued Brain Erik has connected. Hey yeah, he was sitting to begin with, wasn't he? Taking his seat again, careful of his bottle, Pete looks unsurprised. "You'd've killed me pretty easily were I normal. Good at it?" Now that he's sitting, he can drink again - holds up a finger while he takes another swig, then lowers the bottle and makes a face, shaking his head. "I used to kill a lot. Don't remember why, really. Remember why I stopped, though. Fell for a girl. A hero." "Bloody fantastic at it." Spike leans way over to rescue his own bottle, knocking the end of the neck off against the rock. Little smash. Hee. "You don't want a girl like that, mate. Get one who enjoys it. Something you can do together." Pete Wisdom giggles. Little smash. Hee. Spike says "Hee." "She was good, though," says Pete distantly, "everything about her was good. And she thought I was, for some reason. So I was. For her." Even now he underestimates himself. With a light shrug, he swishes his bottle around some. "She's been dead a couple years now, though." Tossing Spike a huge grin, he raises his eyebrows. "Found me a fucking cute little violent pink-haired girl a bit ago, though. Never knew it was possible to screw someone six ways to Sunday in a bloody filing cabinet." Pete Wisdom curses the television, distracting me and making me say though too much. [Public] Super Skrull has connected. "Oh, yeah." Spike grins in return. Mm. Sex. Then he gets moody, because Angelus is probably having sex with Drusilla right now. Hmf. "Want to go and break something?" Because I do! [Public] Whisper has disconnected. Spike downloads an adventure game called 'Martian Dreams'. Hee. "Yeah, all right," agrees the teenager quickly enough, starting the process of standing while tipsy. "Got anything in mind?" A slight pause as Pete evens out, and then a *really* big grin. "How far can you throw a propane tank?" Pete Wisdom oos. Spike says "I'll let you know if it's any good.:)" Pete Wisdom yay! :D "A fucking long way, mate." Spike pushes to his feet, takes a long drink from the dangerously jagged-edged bottle, and looks around, bouncing on his toes. "Over there." He points in the generally south-western direction of the docks. "Let's blow up ships." Peering through the darkness, Wisdom ponders this for a moment. Remarkably, his common sense comes staggering blindly over in the fog his mind's trying to surrender to. "Too big. Can't get far enough away to send a hotknife without getting caught in the blast." Pete Wisdom neatly sidesteps morality with practicality! Hah! Spike says "Wimp." Pete Wisdom says "..my mother needs to use the computer. Stay! Stay! She just needs the calculator, she says." Spike says "Nf." "Chicken," says Spike, without rancour. He considers a moment. "Cars? Let's nick a car and drive it into some people and then explode it." [Public] Buffy has disconnected. [Public] Super Skrull has disconnected. [Public] Whisper has connected. Huh? (Type "help" for help.) Pete Wisdom says "Aw yeah!" Spike says "Ello.:)" "Did that last night. Let's nick a car and brick the accelerator and send it into a building," suggests Pete. "Bigger smash. Nice cars up Tidal Lane, I got a BMW yesterday." He takes one more swig of his bottle, then tosses it up and out, toward the ocean - oh, then, then. It's like shooting clay. His eyes flare up and and he points a finger at the arcing bottle, and he fires a hotknife at it. Brilliant little explosion. All ready to scoff because apparently the widdle mutant doesn't want to kill people, does he? -- Spike is entirely stalled by the coolness of that. "Wow," he says, honestly, turning a broad grin on Pete. "That was brilliant. Can you do that with heads?" [Public] Sweet dreams are made of Seravina has connected. [Public] Sweet dreams are made of Seravina has disconnected. Hey, a grin. "Liked that, did you?" grins Pete right back. "Heads? Eh, they don't explode. Sizzle a bit, smell acrid...might work if you put it in liquid nitrogen first. Or in petrol." Ooh. Spike's eyes light up. Literally, a yellow glow flickering. "Fantastic idea. Let's go." He clambers over the rock he was just sitting on and all-but bounces up the beach. Burning people to death, yeah! Pete Wisdom LAUGHS. 'You're six mobile feet of a million and one annoying habits!' 'Oh really.' 'Yeah! Perfect example. That self-amused 'oh you're so gosh darn funny, aren't you' smirk you /always have/!' '*smirk*' Spike laughs! I love that episode.:) Pete Wisdom GRINs. From afar, to (Pete Wisdom, Asta): Spike groupslurps. From afar, to (Pete Wisdom, Spike): Asta groupsnogs! Long distance to (Spike, Asta): Pete Wisdom grouphotties. Slippery slope. Following Spike carefully, so as not to break his head open on the rocks, Pete only starts running once he's down there on the beach, too. "I think I used to kill dangerous bastards. Either that or people pissing me off," he calls. "No fun killing a bloke in a coma, though. Anyone particular in mind?" Pete Wisdom says "Eek. C*A*V*E is on." Spike says "I like that episode too. Hawk and Margaret, *desperatecling*." "Nah. Randomize, randomize." Spike doesn't need to breath to run, of course, so he can call out perfectly easily while breaking into a swift trot. "There's probably people in that house." He points to a distant light. "Set it on fire, they run outside, I'll rip their heads off, yeah?" Pete, on the other hand, needs to breathe. So he gets gradually more gaspy as he goes. "What if there're pretty girls in there? Neh - one thing I'm not is...is random. How about the shite pub over there what didn't take my ID?" A moment's consideration. Spike slows, then shrugs. "Yeah, all right." As long as he gets to kill someone brutally, he doesn't care, altering course slightly and hopping up onto the boardwalk. Clambering up top, as well, Pete takes a moment to fish for his pack of cigarettes. Fish, fish, pat, pat. Aha! Pulling them out of an inside pocket, he taps one out and holds them out in a silent offer, not looking; he's watching the end of his own, as he lights it with his finger. Such a useful power. "Ta," says Spike again, naturally, accepting the cigarette and lighting it with - his lighter. He has enough of the vampire's natural wariness of open flame to resist tempting fate by getting Pete to do it. He strolls towards the pub in question. "Right, you set the building on fire, I'll lob a brick through the bedroom window." Pete Wisdom has one request. :) Spike says "Yes?:)" Pete Wisdom says "Don't conflict me -now-. No sobbing wives or children! Let me cry about it once I care again. ;)" Spike says "Okay.:)" "All right," agrees Pete, taking a drag off his cigarette, eyeing the building critically. Which part makes the best? Oho. Look. The ubiquitous propane tanks around the side, by the kitchen. He grins, his eyes beginning to glow - clamps down on his cigarette with his lips so he doesn't incinerate it, and kneels down to hook a hand underneath the building's siding, just above the foundation. It starts burning almost immediately, and he holds a hand up to Spike - not yet, okay? Let this get started first. He's muttering around his cigarette, "Well I did you no wrong, did you no wrong, going out of your head, I ain't seen you off the screen..." -- Players -- Whisper(#472P?Jce) Superglued Brain Erik Maelstrom Way to bite, no-bite. Constantine Eclipse Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom(#432PXc) Like ninja! Seishi(#1190PX?JOce) Firestorm -- Objects -- -- Public -- [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Fire pretty!!" [Public] Whisper grins. [Public] Like ninja! Seishi says, "I'm afraid to ask what you're doing. :)" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Don't. :)" [Public] Whisper laughs. Having located a brick - for people like Spike, a brick is never far away - the vampire waits with about-to-commit-murder patience, watching Pete with some interest and being careful to stay back. Come on, little punk kid. Let's eat people. [Public] Eclipse says, "You'd better not be burning down New Jersey again. Oh, wait, it's New Jersey. Never mind :)" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Hey! Shut it!" [Public] Way to bite, no-bite. Constantine says, "Hey!" [Public] Buffy has connected. [Public] Eclipse kids because he loves. Or something. [Public] Way to bite, no-bite. Constantine rallies with Pete to defend his state's honor. Such as there is. ;) [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom eeks. "Fire pretty?" [Public] Buffy says, "Tree bad. Fire pretty." [Public] Maelstrom grins. [Public] Way to bite, no-bite. Constantine mmm, fire. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "See? Buffy agrees." [Public] Eclipse says, "Sides, I originally come from Ohio. I have to get my digs in where I can, cause everyone else gets *theirs* in :)" [Public] Buffy loved that. "We can burn the house down. Get the insurance money. Plus. Fire. Pretty! I don't eat. I stir-fry. He straightens, stepping back, and takes the cigarette out of his mouth. Exhaling, he watches it begin to spread, and stops when he's even with Spike. "Oh can't you see I'm a little insane, oh can't you see I'm really dead, going down down out of my head, did you no wrong, did you--" A pause in the quiet, seething singing. "We forgot the petrol for the heads. Here, get away from this side of the building before you throw - I'm gonna burst those tanks in a minute." [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom shakes his head sadly. "They didn't take my ID. Foolish, foolish barkeep." "All right." This is fantastic. Spike should have come to America years ago. He could have brought Dru. Wistful thoughts are dismissed and he makes a dismissive gesture. "Sod the petrol, I'll do it the old-fashioned way." He's getting hungry again anyway, jogging around the house. The brick could go through any window, really. [Public] Whisper says, "Meeep!" [Public] Whisper grins. I'd come to the rescue, but, laundry. [Public] Buffy says, "I'm going to have to stake you both, aren't i?" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "I don't want a rescue! I want to do something I'll regret intensely when I'm back to normal." [Public] Whisper meant rescuing the bartender, dear. ;) Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Yeah, exactly." [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "If you rescue him I won't have anything to regret. :)" [Public] Whisper ahhhs! [Public] Like ninja! Seishi says, "Yay angst!" "Right. Go on, then, it's set." Pete drops into a stance that's really good for bolting from, and holds the cigarette in one hand, and starts the other - and his eyes again - glowing once more. "Take that side," he calls quietly, indicating that opposite the tanks, "and they'll come out the front." [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom doesn't angst. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom gets drunk. [Public] Like ninja! Seishi says, "Close enough." [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom grins. [Public] Like ninja! Seishi says, "Unless your a happy drunk, which would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "I'm a singing drunk. ;)" [Public] Whisper says, "Well, yes." [Public] Whisper says, "Aie." Heh heh heh. Spike backs up from the house, and hurls the brick with scary accuracy through an upper window. The smashing sound is fantastic. Wake up! Your house is about to explode! [Public] Like ninja! Seishi hees. [Public] Firestorm has disconnected. There's a set expression on Wisdom's young face, incredibly angry and incredibly chilly. Letting go does that when you're in his shoes. "Be cool under heat, be cool on the street. I'm givin' you a warning, gonna burn those blue suede shoes, swagger in the morning, prints up front page news," he sings under the sound of glass breaking and the slowly building crackle of the fire. And then he looses a volley of hotknives at the propane on the side of the pub, and *sprints* toward the front. Pete Wisdom says "..huh." Spike says "Hm?" Pete Wisdom says "I got ten pence for change instead of a quarter. Neat. :)" There's that moment of silence when nothing happens, the whole world holding its breath. Then the tanks let go with a ripping, snarling roar, fire leaping up to engulf the side of the building. From within, there are shouts, screams, terror. Spike is actually taking a moment to finish his cigarette. "Take em a minute to get out. If anyone gets out." He grins at Pete. "That was fucking fantastic." Spike says "Cool.:)" [Public] The Once and Future Cain has connected. Coming to a stop a couple of feet from Spike, Pete ashes and responds with a silent, quirky grin. Then he coolly takes a drag of his cigarette and watches the fire, slowly relaxing. Something mesmerising about open flames. There's a chance he could take Spike out and get the people outside, but - the overwhelming uncaring that's taken over is stepping all over the screamy little voice in the back of Pete's mind, and he can't bring himself to give a shit either way. "I love fire," he finally says, appreciatively. "I really, really, really do." Besides. He didn't look at the back. There might be another door. And if they were too cheap to put a back door in, they deserve getting hoist by their own petard. Yeah. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom squeaks!! Yay propane tanks! [Public] Whisper says, "Oh, Lord." [Public] Like ninja! Seishi facepalms. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "I am -so- Spike's hero. ^_^" There is a back door. It's on fire. Gotta love propane explosions. "I hate fire," says Spike, thoughtfully, "but I love it when things burn." And that's all the philosophy that's happening tonight, as someone manages to scramble out of the upstairs window that was already brick-damaged. Someone is the man of the house, coughing and wild-eyed, and he makes the landing effectively and is just turning around to go back inside and rescue his family when Spike seizes him from behind and rips his throat out. Party. [Public] Like ninja! Seishi is sure you are. :p [Public] The Once and Future Cain chuckles Pete Wisdom says "It's a pub on the docks in Beacon Harbor! His family are prolley, like, merchant marines or something. That hate metas." Spike says "Keep telling yourself that, chummy.:)" Pete Wisdom says "You said no wife and kids!" Spike says "They're inside! Not out here! And they're dead now anyway. You don't have to know they exist.:)" [Public] Whisper grins. Pete, I have to go get laundry. Promise you'll let me lecture you ICly? I haven't yelled at anyone in a bit. Pete Wisdom says "Oh, /thanks/. :>" Spike says "That's what I thought you were *getting* at." [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "You'll wanna do more than lecture me." Pete Wisdom says "No, normally I'd feel like a total shit about just the /bartender/. :) All right. When this is all over I need to talk to Ray. ;)" [Public] Whisper grins. Well, I'd *mention* beatings, but...if you're Spike's hero, that could go So Many Wrong Places. [Public] Like ninja! Seishi says, "Besides, Whisper lectures so well!" Spike says "Tell him you killed people and he'll like - be unimpressed.:)" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "There's lots of dead people resulting from this. You'll want to do more than lecture me." Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [Public] Like ninja! Seishi says, "Whisper will lecture. /I'll/ kill you." Pete Wisdom says "Exactly!" [Public] Whisper says, "Oh dear. Well, the first thing I'll need is clean laundry. Therefore, I'll be back in a few." [Public] Whisper grins. Because it's like your mother always told you: always have clean underwear in case you have to kill a magically regressed--wait a sec... [Public] Like ninja! Seishi giggles. Pete Wisdom nnf. Eng. Glr. I, player, will be less squicked if the place had the kind of people Pete killed for Black Air in. Shady adults. Pete will be no less sickened later, but I'll feel more like I'm not breaking a trust, now. Spike says "Dude. You went off killing people with Spike." [Public] Whisper has disconnected. Pete Wisdom says "This is true! I, however, picked the target." Spike says "Yeah, maybe he *was* a meta-hating fucktard. Doesn't make a lot of difference.:)" Pete Wisdom says "It makes no difference to me, and it'll make no difference to adult Pete, but it would be why teen Pete picked this place over J Random Residence." Spike says "Whatever you want, darling. I don't honestly care, and neither does Spike.:)" [Public] Josh has connected. Pete Wisdom says "WHoo. Okay. (After Spike leaves Pete's gonna go find someplace to puke a /whole/ lot.)" Pete Wisdom says "But meantime! Posing. :)" [Public] The Once and Future Cain has disconnected. [Public] Buffy has disconnected. Taking a few steps back to watch, Pete leans against a car parked on the street. He flicks the cigarette butt into the grassy yard, looking into the back seat idly and taking out another, which he lights absently. Hey. There might be a gun or something in the dashboard. Glancing up to see how Spike's faring, he blinks. Oh. That's why the killing thing, then. "You're a vampire?" he says quietly, to himself. "Aversion to fire. Conjob was right." He raises his voice even as he's trying the car door. "Oi, Sid Vicious, mind the front door - fat bastard huffing out." Ooh, goody! All vamped out, eyes blazing and frankly, scary as all hell, Spike drops the corpse of Unfortunate Victim Number One and goes for Number Two, once again disregarding the play-with-your-food tactic and just going right for the guy in a full-on tackle before sinking fangs into his throat. Blood. Yeah. He's in a frenzy of delight. This is so cool. Pete Wisdom says "News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie." Spike says "Hee! I mean, aw." Pete Wisdom hehehes. It's okay, it's a lyric. :) Scary if it's aimed at you. Kind of cross-between-monster-movie-and-Klingon if it's not aimed at you, really. The door is locked, and Pete turns away from the carnage, looking annoyed. Fine, then. He sticks his cigarette back in his mouth and presses fingers against the passenger's side window, heating them up enough to make faults in the glass, then elbows it - and it shatters with love. Fuck the glove compartment. "Whenever you're ready," he calls, climbing under the dashboard to do a little rewiring, "we've got a car!" Car! Which can explode! Only not while we're in it, perhaps. Spike brings himself somewhat back to rational thought, kicks the corpse of the fat guy for no reason other than that it's there, and sprints back to the car, features shifting back to human, absently scrubbing blood off his face with one hand. "That was fucking amazing. What's your name?" He hops into the car on the passenger side. The car starts with a rumble, and Pete slides back up, ripping the vinyl seat a little with his prickly jacket. He rolls down his window and pauses for a second, looking past Spike at the fire, and the bodies on the lawn, then completely loses the hesitation. It's gone now. There's something dreadfully bad happened inside the nice kid who apologized to Father Mulcahy. He grins back at Spike. "Pete Wisdom. You?" *ACCELERATE*. Vroom. Pete Wisdom says "Fuck me. He took the wheel back." Spike says "Hm?" "Spike." And there better be no jokes about that. Or actually, go ahead, one for free. The vampire is in *that* good of a mood. "Here, let's ditch this in the harbour. It's fun." Pete Wisdom says "In my head. Pete took over navigation again. Bastard left me floundering back there, but now that the Ellis-related trust-break squicking is done, he's going all despair-glee again. Fucking hell." Spike says "Scary." Pete Wisdom says "I'm really sorry. What an idiot to be responsible for." Spike says "Hey, no worries. You're the one who'll have to deal with the angstness when he grows up and realises what happened." Pete Wisdom says "Well, yeah. I promise not to Scott about it. I'll just Pete. Then I'll /really/ need a Kitty. ;)" [Public] What Ever Happened to Baby Jason has connected. "All right," replies the kid cheerfully, accelerating again. "What, off the dock?" We can play chicken. I can't swim. "Whoever jumps out last listens to Simon & Garfunkel." Hey, suits me, it's not like I can drown. "All right," says Spike cheerfully. The bastard. Hey, yeah, he is. That's all right, he's entitled to it. The car's approaching the dock now, vroom vroom. "So, the one-name thing. Working out for you? I was considering dropping my given." Pete's staring straight ahead. "Seems to suit all right." Spike leans back, so utterly sated and comfortable, alternately watching Pete and the approaching edge of the dock. "I like you. Want to live forever?" [Public] Whisper has connected. There's no answer - just, after a second, Pete's gaze flickers over to Spike. There's a definite uncertainty in his eyes. He drowned most of his conscience yesterday, and muffled the last of it today. But all the same... "I don't know," he says honestly. Almost there. And then they're off, and sailing through the air. "I don't know if I want to live at all. Don't know much of anything anymore." They're skidding over the water; there's a wrenching thud; Pete takes a deep breath. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom feels all Schroedingery. [Public] Whisper grins. Ooh? [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "We just drove a stolen car off the dock." [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "We're both still in it." Cold. The water is really, really cold. Spike, naturally, doesn't care, kicking his way out of the rapidly-sinking car and twisting to reach back inside in order to haul Pete out by the collar. He was telling the truth. He likes the kid. He isn't about to let him drown. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "He can't drown, I can't swim. He just offered to bite me." [Public] Whisper says, "Oh, Lord. Who is this 'he'?" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Do a +where." [Public] Whisper laughs. Um. Ow. Now my head hurts. And I vastly want log. [Public] Like ninja! Seishi giggles. Well. That's...different. Pete's not in the habit of having his life saved by the kind of people who glory in brutal killing. He doesn't struggle, but slowly lets the air out of his lungs as Spike drags him up, so he doesn't let it all out at once and inhale a lungful of water. It's dark everywhere, underwater at night. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "It's not a very funny log. <:)" [Public] Whisper says, "Completely unamusing, huh?>" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Well, maybe really 'oh my god I can't believe I'm laughing at this' funny at some points..." Pete Wisdom sings 'Comfortably Numb'. Surfacing, Spike utterly fails to gasp for air, instead hooking one arm around Pete's chest and swimming powerfully back towards the dock. "Brilliant," he says again, on reaching the dockside. "Fucking amazing. Remind me to introduce you to the family sometime. You'll love it." And unless Pete does something drastic to avoid it, Spike's going to bodily toss him up onto the wooden deck. (New BB message (2/6) posted to 'Announcements' by PIMUX Staff: Alt Policy Revision) [Public] Whisper guhs. Just, guh. =============================== Announcements ================================ Message: 2/6 Posted Author Alt Policy Revision Thu Mar 14 PIMUX Staff ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ That's right, once again, we are updating the policy on Alt Limits! It's mostly the same, four powered slots, can't have more than two heroes, and can't have all-natives or all-non-natives. Other than that, the wording is simplified, and we're hoping to encourage more active villains, powered and non-powered! The Exact Wording of the new policy is in the next post, and it will soon be available for all in the Newsfiles and on the MUX Web Page. Maelstrom Character Wizard Person ============================================================================== [Public] DarkStorm has connected. Pete Wisdom doesn't do anything to avoid it - he's still completely passive. Cold does, see, very bad things to him. And that was very, very cold. All at once. About the only thing he can make himself do is breathe, and as soon as his head's out of the water, he's hyperventilating. And as soon as he's bodily tossed on the wooden deck, he's...lying there and hyperventilating, with blue lips. That was fast. Give him a couple seconds and he'll start shivering. [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom hopes he doesn't, like, bite me. :) Stupid cold water. (New BB message (2/7) posted to 'Announcements' by PIMUX Staff: Alt Limits Policy) =============================== Announcements ================================ Message: 2/7 Posted Author Alt Limits Policy Thu Mar 14 PIMUX Staff ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Each player on Project Infinity MUX is permitted to play a maximum of four powered characters, as well as an unlimited (subject to staff discretion) number of 'mortal' characters, one of which can fall into the 'Extraordinary Mortal' category. (See 'news mortals' for more on this subject.) Of those four powered characters, each player is permitted to play a maximum of two heroes. There is no maximum allowed number of villains, apart from the overall maximum of four powered characters. All powered characters must be classified, however roughly, as either heroes or villains; there are no 'neutral' powered characters. (There is substantial leeway permitted within both categories...if you have any questions as to how to categorize your character, feel free to discuss it with a member of staff.) To play a second hero, a player must have at least one villain approved as well. If all four powered character slots are filled, at least one of those characters must be native, and at least one must be non-native. In other words, one may not play four native characters or four non-native characters. As mentioned above, and in 'news mortals', mortal characters do not typically fill powered character slots. However, if a player wishes to play more than one Extraordinary Mortal, they must use a powered character slot to do so. It should be noted that all non-native characters, even those who might otherwise be considered mortals, are considered powered characters for our purposes, because 'mortals' are not typically taken by the Infinity Effect. Due to the substantial amount of power and influence a Crimelord character wields, as well as the amount of time and effort required to play one, a Crimelord takes up *two* powered character slots. However, the restrictions on a Crimelord player's remaining two character slots are reduced...those two characters may be filled with heroes or villains, natives or non-natives. A player can only play one Crimelord. If Character Staff does not feel that a player's existing characters are being played at a reasonable minimum level of activity, Staff reserves the right to reject applications for future alts or to ask that one of the existing inactive characters be dropped prior to a new character's approval, even if a player is otherwise complying with the rules on alt limits. If a character's IC circumstances changed dramatically enough to alter their classification permanently (such as a hero becoming corrupt, a villain reforming, a lower-level villain ascending to Crimelord status, a mortal gaining superpowers, etc.), the new classification must be permissible within the alt limits. (So if you play two heroes and a villain, you cannot reform that villain into a hero without dropping one of your existing heroes.) Temporary changes to a character's status (a villain being temporarily coerced into acting heroically, a mortal briefly gaining superpowers) are not subject to those alt restrictions. ============================================================================== Moments later, Spike clambers over the side of the dock and eyes Pete. "You're not gonna freeze to death or anything, are you?" Stupid living people. Better put him somewhere he'll be found. The vampire bends to grab Pete and sling him over his shoulder. "Right, let's put you somewhere warm. Back in the pub, eh?" He sniggers and starts jogging back towards town. [Public] Whisper says, "Reduces clotting, no?" [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom says, "Reduces capacity for resistance in people really sensitive to cold. ;)" [Public] Whisper says, "Ow." [Public] Like ninja! Seishi should think it slows blood flow. And ow. [Public] Buffy has connected. Okay, now there's chattering and the start of weak voluntary motion. "N-no, just-s-stupid p-p-powers." Ngh, shiver. The weak motion turns into weak resistance. "Lemme walk. 'M okay." Spike got Pete out fast, so it didn't have a chance to really permeate the mutant. Plus it's relatively fair out. Walking -will- warm him up. Shiver. "Fffucking cold..." [Public] Almost but not quite entirely unlike ninja, Pete Wisdom whew, no bitey. Hey! He saved my life! [Public] Whisper grins. Nice of him. Whatever. Spike doesn't really care. He lowers the kid back to the boardwalk. "All right. Look, I'm off, right? Been fantastic. I'll look you up. Cheers." He flips Pete a salute and starts rapidly off towards the city. What a good night. "Yeah, cheers," says Pete, taking off his sodden jacket and tying it around his waist. He starts walking, rapidly rubbing at his arms, hoping for heat from friction and exertion, if nothing else. Arms, hands, and leave the brain shut off. Leave it shut off or you'll start to wonder why the hell you said maybe - and why the hell a vampire saved your life. Spike says "Freaky. *HUG* I have to go!" Pete Wisdom says "I'll say. And *HUG*!! I know! God, you're up late." Pete Wisdom says "I love you! :D" [Public] Eclipse has disconnected. Spike says "I love you too!:) Seeya soon darlin!:)" Spike flee. Pete Wisdom says "Can I send the log?" Spike says "Sure." Spike poof! Spike has disconnected. Pete Wisdom okies. ;) HUG! ---- Recall end ----