{muttering} Riley. {Jaw tight, she planted her hands on her hips, brow slowly arching.} If he's still around, something tells me he's finding a way to make an alien invasion all about him. {under her breath} Big baby.

'I wear the cheese.' {shuddering} Like I needed a reminder of /that/ Buffy Dream Spectacular.

{would show this to @_Hostile_17_ but doesn't want the shouting that would totally ensue} #AccidentalBears #NoBlamingBuffy

Lookin' upon you folk once more, and I see nothin' has changed. Corrupted. All of you. Lettin' women's filth seep into your soul, lust turnin' you from the path. You ain't got the strength to stand against it. But you will. /She/ will teach you. Lift the Good Folk. --

-- Burn the Dirty folk. She is comin'. Gird yourselves. {Fire in his eyes and ice in his smile, he bowed his head, singing low as he wandered away.} Glory, Glory. Hallelujah...

It's your birthday? {smiling brightly @BPRP_Beastie and Daddy Rick} Don't worry! I'm sure it won't end in a vampire attack! Or aliens! Or an apocalypse. Or... {coughing} Cake. There'll be cake! {mumbling} Probably.

Hey, Alterna-Spike? {Brow arching, she sent a patented Slayer glare across the TL @_Hostile_17_.} Don't get any ideas. Vamp Willow would eat you for breakfast. {mumbling} Trust me. I know.

Hey Tallahassee? {Brow arching, she eyed the calendar, the date circled in red.} Whatever you do, don't get Anya Jenkins a rabbit for her birthday... It totally won't go over well.

-- aforementioned pain in the ass-ness. x.com/_Hostile_17_/s…

I'll fight to make up for that moment, Spike. {quietly} I always will.

Right back at you. {Leaning into #Spike's touch, warm cheek to his cool palm, she smiled, nodding slowly.} We get out of this? -- x.com/IDidSaveYou/st…

-- Vacation. Somewhere not all... goopy. And hopefully not on fire. Deal? x.com/IDidSaveYou/st…

{not so casually endorses this} {huffing} Captain Self Involved. x.com/BPRP_Beastie/s…

Happy birthday @DurableDollface! I hope it's wicked fun and that, you know, none of your party guests get eaten by anything.

So, to recap. Vicious killer. Scared to death of Winnie the Pooh? x.com/_Hostile_17_/s…

Giles always liked you, you know. {Her back to Spike, she kept her gaze fixed on the ships in the sky, salt water spray whipping her hair back from her shoulders.} I don't know if he ever told you that. Probably not. {arching a brow} /Way/ too far over the Feelings --

-- Line for someone so very British. I... {Jaw tightening as the words 'I miss him' threatened to slip out, she clasped her hands behind her back and stilled, rock steady once more.} I... I know exactly what he'd be doing if he were here right now. Giving us a stiff --

-- upper lip talk. Threatening to throw the Wonder Nerds overboard. {thickly} Cleaning his glasses. {Gaze flickering over the length and breadth of the alien's ship, she huffed softly, lips tugging up in a sidelong smile.} They're not /so/ big. {Looking back to --

-- .Spike, she pointed skyward, casually shrugging a shoulder.} The lights. The noise. It's nothing. The Biggest Bads don't need such a cheesy production number to open their show. {Nipping her lip, she moved back into position, badly hoping that whatever --

-- .Fred Burkle and Harry Stamper were planning would cut down this skittery welcome party by, like, a /lot/.} What do you think? Split 'em fifty fifty? You take the hundred spiders on the left? Spike Jonathan Levinson Andrew Wells