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[tigerstriped]

[Locked to 435 Peepers Street]
[ Obviously this is a dream. Obviously. He can't remember a dream like this, but it's pretty damn elaborate. And bright. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. And as he looked to his left and saw the empty eyes across from him, he found himself leaning towards the latter. This solidified once she uttered the word "children."

Rose from one nightmare to find himself in another. Well then. This was a terrible hand to be dealt.

This place was like nothing he had ever seen, and all of it served to make his headache even worse. However, the detail that stuck out to Spike the most, at least to him, was the fridge. He wasn't even half-dressed, despite (and perhaps fueled by) the doll's constant chittering about him going to work. He was honestly in no hurry. So what harm could a little peek in the fridge do?

So he opens the fridge - and he just stares into it. Anyone coming through the kitchen will notice the half-dressed man standing in front of the fridge, gawking into it's confines. Hypnotized, almost.

Well, wouldn't you be surprised if there's actual meat in the fridge? Come on. ]

[Action - Throughout the Town - Early Morning]
[ His wife told him he had to go to work. He told her that he didn't have a job, not the kind she was harping about anyway. Hell, he didn't even know who she was, or the brats that were his supposed children. She wasn't having any of that though. She was smiling even more audaciously, and he assumed this was how she showed irritation. There was no winning, it seemed, so he decided to roll with the waves.

He still wasn't planning on going to work. There were plenty of reasons. Biggest one? He had no idea where he was.

So. Step one. Find what the hell this place is. Spike decides to hit the concrete. His coat is draped over his shoulder, and he's giving everything a once over. Needless to say, he does not look impressed. Rather bored, actually, like he's been kidnapped ten times over and this was nothing new.

He's trying to be inconspicuous, but he has a green jewfro and a slump as wide as a camel's back. So. ]

[Action - Grocery Store - Late afternoon]
[ Spike eventually finds himself buried deep within the confines of the Grocery Store. He's propped up against a wall, his face buried in a magazine. Occasionally his eyes will linger away from the magazine, but only for a second before diving right back in.

It doesn't look like he's here to buy anything. Actually, from the rather heavy bag at his side, it appears as if he's already checked out. Spike is not hiding this fact whatsoever. It also doesn't look like he's going to be shoplifting today either. He's got all the necessities. Nope - all he plans on doing is sitting back to read every last magazine on the shelf, no matter how bland and uninteresting the content is.

He is currently on Ladies' Home Journal. Exciting stuff. ]

Comments

Park, early morning

[aozaki]

[If he passes by John Doe Park, he might catch a strange sight.

There's a redhead woman sporting a ponytail in an orange coat leisurely seated on a bench, idly taking a smoke with her legs crossed. In the area in front of her, there's what seems to be a black cat with piercing golden eyes, but even from his distance it should be obvious that the cat doesn't look normal. The cat isn't just sitting there either, it's lazily chasing/pawing at a... Butterfly? Whatever it is, it seems like a glowing orb of red/orange with wings hovering around the cat, and it looks like it's controlled by the tip of the cigarette that the woman is holding. That's not something you see everyday, though both looked pretty relaxed and at ease.

Approach/ask/keep watching?]

[tigerstriped]

[ Well. Would you look at this.

He watches the cat curiously, though he doesn't appear to be too interested. At first he just lingers on the eyes, but soon enough he trails off. He notices the butterfly soon enough, or how it glows nearly as bright as the cat's eyes. Spike isn't sure what to make of it, and he stares for a moment before eventually looking over at the woman in the seat. He looks at her, and at the cigarette between her fingers. He makes the connection. ]]

Eventually it'll just give up trying. You know that, right?

[aozaki]

[Noticing him, she glances back from the corner of her eyes without turning around. She gives the cigarette a tap; a quarter of it that was ash falls, which then is quickly dissipated by the wind.

The glowing butterfly-like stops moving. Blinking once, the cat suddenly lunges forward and swallows the shape into its mouth. That done, it sits back down by her side, tail swishing back and forth idly while its attention is now focused on Spike. It may become more obvious now that these large golden gaps it has for eyes are abnormal.]

It wasn't trying to begin with. [She brings the smoke to her lips and inhales.] Were you concerned?

[tigerstriped]

Not really. [ Spike gives only the faintest of looks toward the cat. He pretends to look unconcerned, his hand tugging at the coat he has draped over his shoulder. ] Just thought the cat was reaching for something impossible, something it can't have.

[ Though, as it turns out, the cat managed. Spike turns back, looking as she inhales. His mind rolls back to the cat, the butterfly and the cigarette. ]

I never knew a cigarette could do that.

[aozaki]

He's a big eater, so that's not a concern.

[She gives a faint chuckle.] It can't on its own. But I'm a sorcerer, so of course things would be different. Is this your first time meeting one?