chicago ♔ something wrong | with all the plans of my life

[rationalizes]

♬ Killing Loneliness - HIM

WHO || Failboat + Burt [Closed]
WHAT || Various and sundry post-funeral shenanigans
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam

[ This log will cover all events that take place between the funeral and the NOVA Record break-in two nights later, that weren't hit on during the live session. Feel free to make your own threads! ]

Comments

[bigbad]

What, did they tell you it was Soylent Green? [Pop culture check: 14. It doesn't take much, ok.] Didn't realise you were so bloody sensitive about how your blood smells.

[nothingsodivine]

They didn't tell me jack. They just set it in front of me and I've never tasted human before. Sue me. My palette ain't as delicate as yours. [EYE ROLL.] I don't wake up every morning hoping I smell like a Merlot. My life's annoying enough without worrying about cultured vampires hounding me.

[bigbad]

Don't worry. There are a lot more tasty things than you out there.

[Not that Spike's... tasted around... but Buffy smells really delicious.]

[nothingsodivine]

Remind me to have you tell the Snakebloods that if they ever figured out I conned 'em. I don't think I can keep them scared of me forever.

[BUT RIGHT NOW HE LOVES HAVING THAT POWER.]