003 [Video] [Location: Tamper and Trick]

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Say what you will about Andrew, but he's not dull. It hadn't been hard for him to learn the basics of working in a shop like Tamper and Trick. It's a nice shop and it vaguely reminds Andrew of the Magic Box. He'd always wanted to go in there as a customer, but because of Warren, he was only able to go in once to plant a camera.

So Tamper and Trick is a nice environment for him. He enjoys the atmosphere and all the magical items in the store, even if he doesn't know what most of them are for. He recognizes a smattering of objects from his demon summoning days, and he was sure he noticed some marijuana when Tara was giving him the run-down, but everything else just looks like the foreign objects Jonathan always used in those confusing spells.

But now Andrew is manning his post and is somewhat surprised to find how little he has to do at the moment. He is behind the counter studying a photo of Tara and a man he's never seen before while he hopes for something exciting to happen. And nothing does. He isn't sure what he expects. This is a magic shop, after all, so shouldn't it stand that something magical could happen all of a sudden?

Finally, Andrew activates his tablet and begins an video feed. He's frowning frustratedly at the camera. "I thought having a job would be a lot more exciting than this, but now I'm just really bored. Which isn't to say that I don't really appreciate Tara giving me a job, 'cause I do! But it's pretty extraordinarily boring just sitting here alone and not having much to do."

A thought occurs to him and the excitement is in his eyes as he speaks, even though he knows he probably shouldn't say this sort of thing out loud. "I bet it would be a lot cooler if I could use magic or do anything with magic, you know? There's some neat stuff in here, and I know how some of it works..." He looks off, eying some objects, then frowns, realizing how that sounds and refocuses on the camera. "I--...probably won't, though." Somehow, he couldn't quite force himself to say that he absolutely wouldn't do anything risky.

"...anyway. I'm still bored."

[ooc: Truth glitch. My pathological little liar can't lie...]

009 [ accidental visual | location: castle summers ]

[bigbad]

There's muffled swearing and clanging from behind a door within the halls of Castle Summers. It's not entirely clear what's going on, but after half a minute of this, there's one final, unpleasant clunk, followed by the sound of lots, and lots of water. Plus, more cursing.

The door opens and Spike comes out, shirtless and soaking wet. He's holding an even wetter shirt in his hand. He closes the door again and glances around nervously before leaning against the door and looking a little relieved.

"Sometimes I miss having a harem of gorgeous and scantily clad women eager to fill my every whim," he says absently before going to pick up his coat, still not noticing the little light on his tablet that says it's recording everything. "Sod it all, I'm calling a plumber."



[ooc: Backdated to the truth glitch!]

xxvi [ voice ] / [ location: somewhere in central ].

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[ mindless chattering can be heard in the background, which is exactly what the chattering is: mindless. it's the incessant prattling of extras about everything and nothing at all, a loop of words without a point - or a beginning or end, for that matter. ]

Too bad they all taste like sawdust.

[ ...why hello, accidental voice post strikes again! truth glitch ahoy! ]