ataraxion | video, the first } gordon ramsay eat your heart out

[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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Those all sound like very strange games. [Though she can agree that the food is terrible here.]

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

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

It's just what it sounds like, luv.

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

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

[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.

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

[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.

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

Effie. Effie Trinket. [It's totally a legit name.] And you are?

Spike.

Lovely to meet you, Spike. [She doesn't even blink at the name. Her own last name is Trinket, after all.]

I've been on the ship for a while, so if you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them.

[Just don't ask her about anything important.]

About the only thing I care about is staying busy, like I said. Get down to the common room, I'll teach you some cards.

All right. I'll see you in ten minutes. [A beat.] I'll be wearing a green wig.

[ooc: DO YOU WANNA ACTION OR HANDWAVE?? i tagged you on the jump log too huehuehue]

video, the first } gordon ramsay eat your heart out

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