And I should do what in my spare time? [open]

[idolstolemylook]

WHO Spike and YOU
WHAT Spike's compulsions are many and varied. Have some!
WHERE Cemetery, Hellsing, bars/dives, random streets. Anywhere a vampire can go.
WHEN All this week! Backtagging always welcome.
NOTES Spike can be just as loyal and generous as he is snarky and drunk, so if you want anything from him this is a good time to get it.
WARNINGS

Comments

Warning: may or may not be dragging a ton of people with him

[miseryismyotp]

When he'd woken up tonight, Conrad had felt...strange. Not so much empty, but as though a weight had been lifted off him. All the things he wanted to do in life were right out there in front of him. Nothing was stopping him. He could go out, do what he wanted, when he wanted, and actually start enjoying it. Why the hell hadn't this happened to him sooner?

Right now, he wanted to hang out with Spike. Why not? The guy was awesome, everything cool and suave like Conrad wished he could be. He wanted to have friends, so he was on a mission to make friends. Grinning, he began pushing the door open to Spike's crypt, heading down into it to have a chat with the other vampire.

[capj_harkness]

Some's appearance didn't throw Jack - he was from a time when non-humans and humans intermingled quite freely - and was about to introduce himself to Conrad's friends when a man who could have been John Hart's blonder, younger twin opened the door.

"He's polite like that," Jack finally said. "I was about to barge in."

[miseryismyotp]

Grinning a bit sheepishly - christ, when had he turned into Hanna Cross? - Conrad gave an almighty shrug, looking around at the people he'd brought.

"Uh, sorry," He offered, "I, uh. Well, they, uhm, wanted to meet you too, yeah?"

He reached down, and picked up Ichigo's rather bizarre-looking dragon, to stop it from eating his shoes.

"Can we come in?"

[tamedhollow]

Haru trilled when he was picked up. He was surprisingly light for his size, thanks to hollow bones. So now he's chewing on your glasses instead, Conrad. Chewing is awesome.

Ichigo, meanwhile, gave quick waves and nods to the assembled. Wow, it was a party now! He then turned to the blond, "You're Spike, right? You said you could fight! So when are we gonna do that, man?" His fingers twitched and itched as he put his hand on Zangetsu, tucked away in his sword form in the cloth belt of his hakama. He was itching for a fight, too.

[idolstolemylook]

"Door's open, innit?" he said, wondering when Conrad had become such a pansy. Or rather, when it had begun to take this particular form. "Not much, but it's homey."

He quickly shoved a copy of Les liaisons dangereuses under a couch cushion and tossed a tattered copy of an old comic book onto a sarcophagus operating primarily as a table. And turned to survey his guests. He gave a long look to the tall, pretty one, not out of returned recognition but rather recognition of the fact there was something else going on there. Had he killed someone the bloke knew? Met him in the future? Impossible to tell.

Then he turned to Ichigo. "Could go right now, but I promised Conrad some quality vamp time." He nodded towards the other man's hand. "What you got there?"

[miseryismyotp]

Taking that as an invitation, Conrad scrambled inside, managing to cross the border into Spike's home. He dropped down on the couch, leaving room for Jack, and grinned.

"Yeah. I'm first, Ichigo."

[gruesomething]

Some followed Conrad, having to duck through the door, and tried to find a spot where he was not in people's way. He was here to keep an eye on his friend, but he smiled nervously around at the others, looking curiously around the crypt. Now this was a home he could approve of.

[capj_harkness]

Jack noticed the fact that Spike looked at him a little longer than he strictly needed to - studying him, perhaps - but he also recognized that the man didn't recognize him.

"Captain Jack Harkness," he said, giving Some and then Ichigo a nod before sitting down next to Conrad. "So what does quality vamp time involve?" he asked with an amused smile. "I hope it's as good as it sounds."

[tamedhollow]

"Ah, oh. Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo," he groans, "Fine, fine... but once you get done hanging out, I want to fight!" The Hollow pulls the broken sword from his belt and holds it up. It's a black blade, broken completely about ten inches from the crossguard, which is also cracked. From the end of the hilt dangles an off-white linen ribbon. "This is Zangetsu, my sword. He's in sword form right now, but if you want to talk to him, he can change back. Anyway, I promised I wouldn't get into any fights without him, so..." He puts Zangetsu back in his belt, then saves Conrad and his glasses from the pest that is Haru, setting the little green dragon on the ground.

Where the dragon promptly totters over to Some and examines him very carefully. Not one bit scared, but curious as all get out. Sniffing him and licking him and discovering everything he can! What a strange creature! So tall! ... He wants to climb the grue. He's going to try that now

[idolstolemylook]

Spike did not exactly mind the company. In fact, there were more people here now than had ever visited him, collectively, and part of him warmed to the whole not being alone thing. Still. Didn't mean what was going on made any sense at all.

"Right. Your sword that becomes a bloke." Like that wasn't fucking weird by itself. Not that Spike could really blame Ichigo's gung-ho attitude. "What's he turn into?" he asked, pointing to the dragon.

Spike settled against one wall, gesturing with the twinkie as needed.

"Vamp time. You know, bleedin' virgins, plotting evil, coordinating black outfits. Conrad, not that I'm not just tickled to death 'bout your friends, but what exactly is going on here." He turned to the fridge, yanking open the door. "An' who wants blood, beer, or both?"

[miseryismyotp]

Prior to Ichigo taking Haru back, Conrad was very, very gently trying to push the dragon off his lap without burning his trousers. He did not. Like. Animals. Snatching his glasses back, the vampire hastily and meticulously began cleaning them.

"A pain in the ass." He muttered in response to Spike's question.

"I don't know." He answered honestly, calming down now that the compelling urge to be with friends had settled down somewhat. "They wanted to come with me. I figured all my friends should know each other. Right? Can we all get along? Most of us have stuff in common anyway. And if you wear all black, you look like an idiot out on the street. Just saying."

[capj_harkness]

"I'll take a beer," Jack told Spike, before turning to the creature the man with the sword had referred to as 'Some'. At least, he thought the man was referring to the creature.

"Some, is it?" Jack asked politely. "Where are you from?"

[gruesomething]

"Ah..." Some snapped his upper mouth shut before he could ask Spike for blood, and sank down beside the couch, legs folded under him and upper body upright. When the little dragon climbed onto him, he grinned down at it, and gave it a scritch. Twic stared out from under his hat, the runt squinting moleishly at Haru.

"Hm?" He looked up at Jack, still smiling. It showed rather a lot of teeth. "Oh, All-Falls-In. Earth, I think. Jack, right?"

[tamedhollow]

"He doesn't turn into anything. Except a garbage disposal when he's hungry I guess." Ichigo grins a little. "Blood and beer together, huh?" He would regret his next words a lot after this week was over.... or possibly once the two mixed in his stomach, "Can I have both?" Ichigo took a seat on the floor, sitting seiza with his tail wrapped around him.

Haru was having a time using Some as his personal jungle gym, trilling and chirping like a happy little bird and he makes it all the way up to his hackles and shoulders. He lets out a happy "CAW" noise. He notices the other little creature under Some's hat and wiggles his butt, preparing to pounce the hat and critter inside it.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike wasn't sure who brought their pets to a friendly party-crashing, but whatever. Long as they didn't do their business on his new rug, they'd be golden. He retrieved several beers and a cartoon of blood. Not the good stuff, human hospital takings, but the pig was good, too. Handing everything out casually, he propped his hip on the top of the fridge and cracked his bottle open.

"Didn't know you had friends, Sparky," he observed to Conrad. "Not a bad look for you, though, I guess. Do have one question." He looked at Jack. "You smell human, mate. You slummin' it, or just bloody broad-minded?"

[capj_harkness]

"Do I smell human?" Jack mused. "That's nice of you to say. I guess, in that case, I'd qualify as broadly minded for the time period most people here are from," he said.