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[ THIS IS FORWARD DATED spike would usually do this up on video but given the chaos and just how shitty he looks-- oh, yeah, if you haven't seen spike in a bit there's a reason for it. he looks like death. literally. skinny, sallow, low-energy. he's not even quipping like he should be. he's scarcely been here ninety days, but without blood, he's not healing like he should. these demons are giving him the go around and he doesn't like it. so have a raspy english voice, sounding much tireder than usual, which really everyone should expect given the theme around here. ]
I'll tell you all, I've seen an apocalypse or two in my day. And this? This is a bloody disaster.
Floor 22, Room 17. I've got some weapons and hiding spots, but that's not what I'm on about. I'll see you all in the trenches anyway. [ he takes a breath, he might be smoking. ]
...This blood situation, yeah? For us vamps. [ pauuuuuse ] It's wrong, and I'll tell you why it's wrong. This might be a bloody big ship, but it's going to start seeming a whole hell of a lot smaller if we keep handing over human to them--us. To us.
I don't drink human blood, it's a life choice. Let's use an analogy. Now, I talked to an expert on the subject so let's call 'blood' ... 'heroin.' And let's call bagged blood something they call 'methadone.' That's a drug used to bring someone down off scag, if you didn't know. But it doesn't work, and neither does this. Drinking it from a bag? Well. Just makes someone want the real thing.
Over on the Cyllene, guy name of Jayne told me to look for Dr. Tam up in the med bay? But I'm sorry, doc, and anyone else who might have a hand in that concoction -- I don't trust it. Don't ruddy well trust anyone with a beaker and I've got good reason.
There's got to be another way.
[ he hangs up rather abruptly, it takes a lot to get a rise out of him like this. it took the perfect cocktail of starvation, sleeplessness, nightmares and demons from his homeworld but now he's here and he's mad. and yeah, no that's basically it. ]
I'll tell you all, I've seen an apocalypse or two in my day. And this? This is a bloody disaster.
Floor 22, Room 17. I've got some weapons and hiding spots, but that's not what I'm on about. I'll see you all in the trenches anyway. [ he takes a breath, he might be smoking. ]
...This blood situation, yeah? For us vamps. [ pauuuuuse ] It's wrong, and I'll tell you why it's wrong. This might be a bloody big ship, but it's going to start seeming a whole hell of a lot smaller if we keep handing over human to them--us. To us.
I don't drink human blood, it's a life choice. Let's use an analogy. Now, I talked to an expert on the subject so let's call 'blood' ... 'heroin.' And let's call bagged blood something they call 'methadone.' That's a drug used to bring someone down off scag, if you didn't know. But it doesn't work, and neither does this. Drinking it from a bag? Well. Just makes someone want the real thing.
Over on the Cyllene, guy name of Jayne told me to look for Dr. Tam up in the med bay? But I'm sorry, doc, and anyone else who might have a hand in that concoction -- I don't trust it. Don't ruddy well trust anyone with a beaker and I've got good reason.
There's got to be another way.
[ he hangs up rather abruptly, it takes a lot to get a rise out of him like this. it took the perfect cocktail of starvation, sleeplessness, nightmares and demons from his homeworld but now he's here and he's mad. and yeah, no that's basically it. ]
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[yo same level of tired here. tired-tired, as in sleep-deprived tired, and also tired as in totally over this conversation of blood and being on the wagon and off the wagon and bags and synthetic and live feedings and still being hungry and just
tired of vampire problems basically. but unfortunately you are just irritating enough to be likable, Spike, so here you go]
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Starving to death, you mean.
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Right. Not to get all Vampires 101, but--is that theatrics, or are we really talking starvation or-- mummification, or whatever you want t' call it.
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Not sure how long it would take, but I'm not sure I'm game to find out.
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[He mumbles that to himself, though, mildly disgusted and judgey all at once because--the butcher, man, gross. Reluctantly, though, he goes on:]
So, what, this is just about missin' that gamy taste of cow's blood?
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[ he could give a fuq about being judged, not that he even notices. ]
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Otter.
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Why?
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But like I said, I'd just as well do with rat than take this ship's good blood.
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[And weird.]
How's your fitness, there were those-- vicious manticore things that they found in the labs. You could take on one of those.
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...I've been fighting, but I'm losing strength. If I could just bloody sleep-- [ but he knows that's not happening, so back to blood talk. which he knows is the last thing either of them wants to think about. ] What. What about you? Are you -- clean?
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Yeah. Yeah, I'm clean. I've been clean for-- [not counting the slip-ups; he deliberately puts the slip-ups out of mind.] --for awhile, now. Seems like the sort of thing that's more possible for us than for everyone else.
[Yeah right ha ha. And--Jesus. Us. He hates that he's said us, that includes him in a group he's tried like hell to distance himself from--but it always comes back around again. And he hate, too, that he feels anything like sympathy, that he's even considering giving advice--]
Look. There's animals that they keep in the gardens--there's a cow, at least. Go there for now, till you work something else out. There's no sense in dying t' one of these-- things.
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A cow, right. Yeah.
[ but he still doesn't know what he means by "everyone else", so he rounds back ]
...You mean, vamps of your world, yeah?
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[He's reluctant to even confirm that much, or to go on talking about this... and yet he goes on talking about it.]
We don't die, if we don't feed. We can go for years, without it. With the right circumstances, the right--influences, any vampire can go clean.
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[ he wouldn't mind doing it, if it didn't make him weak. ]
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Don't really think now's the time to experiment. What-- [A pause, but fuck it, he'll ask--]
You don't know what happens, if you don't? Has any one of yours tried it?
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[ which is just another sign of how tired he is. usually he'd have a quip for that. ]
...Well, uh. I mean, I've seen vamps starving, sure enough. They get real skinny, weak, emaciated like. [ like me ] It's not pretty but I don't know if we can really die from it. Reckon someone probably comes along to put 'em out of their misery before that happens, if they're lucky.
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They were they starving themselves by choice? Or was it something else?
[Because come on it's not like there's famines, for vampires.]
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[ he sounds like he knows about the latter intimately, mostly because he does. ]
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[Because, okay, fear, he can identify with fear, maybe, but captivity sounds like a fucking horror show option. Prison, but at least prison is escapable, right--so does that mean something worse, something bleaker--]
How long--?
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