+ Wanted to get it real home-like... +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: ANYT-- Friday, February 20 to Monday, February 23
Rating: An average PG-13? (Consider warning for explicit sexual or violent content in your thread's subject line)
Summary:
For the duration of this event each character will discover that their room has been replaced with one of their own memories, one that they find themselves particularly happy or "at home" in. More information can be found here.

This log is an opportunity for your characters to describe the memory playing in their room, so that other characters might visit, and watch the scene unfold. To help browse the collection better, please include your character's name, and their room number in the subject line (e.g. Seta Souji - 100, 6th floor) of your top-level comment.

Rooms/Comments may be locked to certain people, or be available for all to see & visit. Log participation is completely and entirely voluntary.

Have fun!

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[therapize]

She grins when Spike decides to tell her just who he'd had in mind to make suffer. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure someone beat you to the punch--or tried to. There's this guy here I know from my world, Klaus. He's got a hell of a temper, and he's protective of me." To put it mildly. But they've already gotten into some deep topics without adding that into the mix.

"Not all of them are, no." Mikael stands as a notable exception to that rule, yet every vampire she's encountered back home otherwise had been working for either Klaus or Marcel--none of them had come after her directly. She's not naive enough to think that stands as a universal truth, but it's still a far better scenario than the one she imagines in Spike's world. No souls, probably limited loyalties, and from the sounds of it, places where even the typical rules don't apply. "The ones from my world who are here--well. They've done horrible things, but they're all inherently good people."

Even Klaus, who so often makes the worst choices of them all.

Spike goes on to say the truth Cami already knows, and she can't help but grin a bit. "You ever think about being a therapist? You might be good at it." It's half a joke; Spike might be a bit too honest to actually succeed at the work. But she's glad for that trait in him, along with his insight. "In my head, I know that everything you've said is right. It's just--I don't know. I guess this whole thing with the rooms playing our memories has me feeling guilty. And lonely."

That sense of needing companionship is one she hasn't quite managed to shake.

"But I'll be fine. Especially with a good distraction." She pushes herself up off the wall, favoring Spike with a smile. "So I think I'm going to play customer at the bar rather than tender. There's probably two seats next to each other, if you're interested."

Although he may not be; Cami once more glances towards the bed, the scene that's been playing in the background this whole time. She gets why Spike might not want to leave it just yet. "Or I can hang a tie on the door on my way out. Your choice."

[formerlydangerous]

"Got yourself a guardian angel, then. Guessin' not human if he went after Angelus. Hope Klaus roughed him up good. Don't blame him for bein' protective."

"Inherently good, huh? I doubt there's a vampire that's been around for half a century or so that hasn't done some horrible things. Comes with the territory, I think." He offered, but it honestly wasn't a very good excuse for the things he's done or the things they've probably done. But if they weren't threats now, he didn't have much of a problem with them.

He laughs, looking off to the side. "Don't got the bedside manner." He joked then moves right on. "I get that; the feelin' lonely. The guilt too. If you don't let it go, you'll end up with more wrinkles than Angel, and he's an ageless vampire. Still looks like he's gettin' old, though." What fourth wall?

Her offer is tempting and he does stop to think about it. His gaze drifts to the memory again. He'd just finished his little speech.

"Spike... could you--stay here?"

He looks down, a gentle smile giving his lips a slight upturn. Then he addresses the memory, though she doesn't actually hear him. "Kills me to admit it, but you don't need me anymore, Buff." He pauses, watching her curl up in that bed one more time before tearing his eyes away, back to Cami. "I'm sure I can strong-arm us a couple chairs if not." He actually looks very content. "Let the past stay in the past. Gotta move on forward." He says and steps towards the door, opening it, and motioning for 'Ladies First'.

[therapize]

"Clearly you don't know him, or you'd never call him that." Guardian, okay, yes. But angel? The thought is enough to make her chuckle, although the rest of Spike's assumptions are bit closer to the mark. "Not even close; Klaus is a hybrid: a werewolf and a vampire. Even more than that, he's one of the Original vampires in my world." The family that all other vampires were sired by, either directly or by extension.

Spike's outlook on vampires isn't exactly optimistic--but Cami doesn't think he's necessarily wrong, either. She's had a couple of talks with Rebekah now, about humanity and how those traits seem to vanish over time. Mix that in with a near insatiable desire to feed on human blood, and Cami could easily see how things would spiral out of control for a person.

The warning is far enough, but Cami smirks over at him. "You know, I might actually have a reason to be proud of my wrinkles. The world I live in, the life I lead: getting old would be something worth bragging about. You're right though. He definitely has some crow's feet going on." There is no fourth wall when it comes to mocking Angel.

He needs a second to decide whether or not he wants to leave, and wouldn't it figure, the memory plays right into her question. It's almost funny, except Cami's way too sober to appreciate the timing. Whatever choice he makes, she won't at all hold it against him. But as he's advised her, he opts to forgo the past in favor of the present. "Or you could ask nicely and impress me with your self-restraint rather than fail to do so with violence."

But it is very nice of him to let her leave the room first.

[formerlydangerous]

Spike seems surprised by that and maybe just a bit impressed. "Got yourself a bloody powerful guardian angel, seems like. Bloke don't got to be a saint t' be a guardian angel, luv. Someone lookin' after you--someone that cares 's all it takes."

The smirk is met with one of his own when she speaks. "Fair enough." Then a laugh because yeah, he really does, doesn't he?

"Oi, I'm the picture of self restraint!" He closes the door behind them and starts them off down the hall. "But," He gives in and the smile softens. "I suppose I can ask. Not sure I'm capable of 'nice' though. I'm the bad guy, remember?" Yeah, you're not fooling anyone, Spike. You're not the bad guy anymore.

[therapize]

“If that’s the case, then I guess he qualifies.” Given that at least half the mansion and all of New Orleans might burst into laughter at anyone suggesting Klaus might come anywhere close to qualifying for sainthood, Cami’s very aware that Spike’s exception is the only way the term “angel” could possibly apply to the hybrid. But he is right to assume that Klaus would look after her, and she smiles a bit less out of humor and a bit more out of contentment at the thought.

Not for too long though. Not when they can agree on Angel’s wrinkles, and when Spike laughs the way he does.

“Oh, sure you are. Speaking of people who aren’t saints.” Or maybe she should say monks? Either way, Spike strikes her as one who is much more likely to indulge rather than not, which isn’t always a bad thing. When it comes to random violent urges, however, Cami’s pretty much always going to vote in favor of holding off. “Although I would go calling you a bad guy either. More like an antihero.”