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[allbloodyhail]

[Spike puts his booted feet up on the table in the lounge, puffing idly on a cigarette. He kinda didn't care about the recirculated air thing given that he didn't actually need to breathe. Instead he's just going to get right to it, leaning over the feed.]

Can't believe what the kitchen here calls 'hot wings.' More like spicy mystery meat, if you ask me. Which you didn't, but I'm telling you anyway. Because there's not one bloody thing else to do up here. Can only walk round in circles so many times before you start getting dizzy. Not that I've done that...

[Instead he's been riding the elevators up and down for the better part of four hours.]

Say, anyone know how to play cribbage? I'd settle for a rollicking game of Operation, at this rate.

[He's away from the screen just a moment, coming back up without his cigarette.]

I know. Charades. Yeah? [He stands up and sets the device far enough away to catch his expression. First word. A person. He flaps his arms like wings then rearranges his brow to hang over his eyes. See what he's doing here... No, probably not. He puts his hands together like prayer and draws a halo over his head with smoke from his cigarette (that he quickly puts down again, off screen).

There's a pause, and then Spike rolls his eyes. He got bored of his own boredom-curing movement.] You know the guy. He's not really on security, is he?

[The video ends with a slightly melodic laugh and a hoo sound. As in, hoo boy, that's a knee-slapper.

You're welcome, Ataraxion.]

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[allbloodyhail]

Oh yeah? Long lost cousin of yours?

voice.

[allbloodyhail]

What games aren't though, am I right? My favorite used to be kitten poker. You don't play cards, do you?

voice.

[wigs]

I do, but probably different ones than you're used to. Dare I ask what "kiten poker" is?

voice.

[allbloodyhail]

It's just what it sounds like, luv.

voice.

[wigs]

Unfortunately, I'm not familiar with any games that involve kittens.

[askedtobe]

Thanks for the pep talk.

voice.

[allbloodyhail]

Have you ever played regular poker? Texas Hold 'Em?

[allbloodyhail]

Anytime.

[And despite his goofy tone, he really means that.]

[askedtobe]

I'm holding you to that.

[ Except he isn't, not really. But he's disconnecting before he can be judged for his own tone. ]

voice.

[wigs]

[She shakes her head, forgetting he can't see her.]

Are the rules relatively simple? I'm a quick learner, so if you teach me then you'll have someone to play with.

voice.

[allbloodyhail]

Well, hold 'em needs five people, usually. But sure, I'll teach you.

video;

[tumbleweeds]

[ A tiny grin. ] Just save some for me.

[withlace]

I imagine the effects of whatever they use for the holographs aren't quite as strong as a sunbed. Though I can see why you might appreciate it.

voice.

[wigs]

[She clasps her hands together in excitement. She's been feeling particularly bored lately, okay?]

Excellent! [A beat.] You're new, aren't you? This is the first I've seen of you on the network.

video

[unkindness]

[It is the hardest thing.

As for Spike's proclamation of non-human-ness, Seven doesn't look particularly disturbed. She still defaults to Borg herself.]

Pardon my assumption.

[...somehow she doesn't sound that apologetic. Oops.]

I do not require recreational activities. 'Fun' is irrelevant.

voice

[humanistic]

[still not really sure how he was tricked into this...]

Yeah, well, when you meet him, you'll see that it's no excuse. [but maybe is good, maybe gives him time to warn George that the sacred Movie Night might be infiltrated. seriously how did this happen.]

I'm Mitchell. I'd say it's good t' meet you or whatever, but, uh, considering we're aboard the HMS Creepy, I don't know that I can.

[okayokay]

'Course not. Most people are full of shit. I still get to tell them that, when they start spitting it out.

[stacked]

Yeah, whatever. Seriously not looking to hold hands and talk about our childhoods here, just... this place is shitty, and it's shittier if you're pulling all-nighters with your own head.

I mean I have a roommate, and I don't do roommates. Just for what it's worth or whatever.

voice.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah, that's right. Fresh meat. [A beat] Who's asking?

voice

[allbloodyhail]

Now I've got to see this.

[Spike happened. Deal with it.]

Ta for the welcome, though most of the time it's more like the HMS Snoozefest.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah, well, not afraid to admit that I'm no exception.

[allbloodyhail]

You're saying I should get a flatmate? [He's trying to make sense of this okay. Stop being nice to him OMG.]

video

[allbloodyhail]

Whatever. [He waves a hand. His status with humanity was so not the point.]

Come on, there must be something you enjoy.

video;

[allbloodyhail]

Ketchup? [he's just playin']

[allbloodyhail]

...I get it. Because I'm pale. Ha-ha.