video, the first } gordon ramsay eat your heart out

[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]

Better for you, then. And damn right you should! Took time out of my busy day to entertain you all.

[Yes good it is all falling into place.]

[jilt]

And what were you so busy with, pray tell? Practicing your skills at charades?

[ i mean really spike we're in space so ]

[allbloodyhail]

It's an expression. [He hates you ok.]

[jilt]

[ spike pls ]

You'll have to forgive me. I'm quite behind the times, the nuances of such things sometimes escape me.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah, yeah. So when are you from, sweetheart?

[It seems familiar to him anyway.]

[jilt]

Originally, or as of late?

[allbloodyhail]

Originally.

[jilt]

The past, I believe. I'm quite a bit behind the rest of you.

[allbloodyhail]

What year, luv? [He's curious ok]

[jilt]

1891, when I departed.

[ surprise yo she's old ]

[allbloodyhail]

What a coincidence. Say, what do you think of all this spaceship hooha?

LMFAO HOOHA ca i love you.

[jilt]

Coincidence? I'll have to beg you to elaborate on just how it might be.

[ don't you tease her spike ]

I think it's a terrible inconvenience, but I've been in worse places.

LMAO EPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD I LAUGHED

[allbloodyhail]

Was born in 1853 London, if you can believe that.

Haven't we all.

I FUCKING LOVE IT

[jilt]

I've heard stranger things, having been aboard this ship for so long.

But it's thrilling, meeting someone from such familiar grounds. It gets tiresome, being so antiquated.

<3

[allbloodyhail]

I can imagine so, luv. A lot's changed since then.

[jilt]

So I've heard. And most think for the better, but I've not yet been convinced

[allbloodyhail]

Some's better, some's worse. That's life.

[jilt]

You'll have to elaborate, you know. Tell me about all your favorite parts.

[allbloodyhail]

[ he snorts, shaking his head. ]

Trust me, luv, I'm the last bloke you want to pick the highlight reel from.

[jilt]

And why is that?

[allbloodyhail]

Because I spent most of it murdering people, that's why.

[jilt]

I've met men with stranger hobbies.

[allbloodyhail]

[ he snorts ] Yeah? Like what?

[jilt]

Bee-keeping.

[ heh it's a joke. ]

[allbloodyhail]

Bee-keeping? Guess that ranks up there. Though, honey isn't such a bad thing.