[ visual ] (accidental) one eighty degrees and i'm caught in between

[fogdar.livejournal.com]

When the screen flickers on, it's sideways.  Apparently the tablet has been tossed onto a dresser, and though it was clearly not placed at a careful angle, it does have a clear view of the bed.  In the bed are three people that many will find familiar: Godric, Eric, and Faith. And though the sheets cover most of the parts people have no interest (or a lot of interest, take your pick) in seeing, their tangled limbs and long expanses of bare skin leave little to the imagination.
 
Godric is the first to shift, rolling from his side onto his back, still partially pinned by the semi-sprawled figure that is Faith.  His eyes open, and for a few moments he just looks at the two others in his bed, his expression languid and content.  It takes a minute before the blinking red light of the recording tablet catches his attention, and he blinks at it, the slightest of frowns stealing over his features.

Godric's movement disturbs the tension of the mattress juuuuust enough to wake Eric, and his eyes open, his expression predictably smug about the current situation, hello Faith. That is until he follows Godric's line of sight, and spots the tablet. There is a split second in which he looks mildly irked, but then he just shrugs, relaxing again. He's never had too much of a problem with exhibitionism.

Two awake vampires is enough to kickstart Faith back into gear, and she yawns widely, stretching without any real consideration for the citizens of Taxon and their potential desire to not see her goodies. (The sheet stays on, but just barely.) It only takes her a moment to figure out the other people in bed are looking at something apparently more interesting than a quickie before she bails back to her apartment.
   
Lifting her head, Faith spots the red light herself. Her expression, for those not in the know, translates to 'damn, Angel is going to kill me'. She stares for a long moment, and then:
   
"Well, shit."

[ ooc: did somebody order horrors? this is backdated to... some time ago. ]

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[faderbroderson]

Godric says something under his breath in Old Swedish that can probably be translated as general swearing about overgrown hamsters. He isn't a modest person by any means, and he's no blushing puritan embarrassed by the fact that he's just had a threesome with his child and a Slayer.

No, really he's just annoyed because this spontaneous tablet activation thing is getting very old, especially when Faith might otherwise have been game for a second round before calling it a night (or day -- it's hard to tell what time it is, in Taxon).

[fogdar.livejournal.com]

Eric chuckles a little at Godric's language regarding their hamster overlords, before arching an eyebrow at Faith's reaction. Naturally, he has to call attention to it. Also naturally, he has to do so whilst leaning over to kiss her shoulder.

"Not ashamed of us, are you, Faith?"

[stacked]

Faith doesn't understand a word of whatever it is Godric just said, but the tone's clear enough. Kind of like how 'fuck you' sounds about the same in every language, if you go off how somebody says it. (Deep thoughts with Faith Lehane.)

She about to agree with whatever it was when Eric leans into her space-- and kisses her, which makes her roll her eyes and kick out at him, because there's letting a dude fuck you six ways from Sunday and cap it off with biting you, and then there's shit like that-- and instead she just shakes her head and laughs, huskier than usual.

"Nah. Not looking forward to the big guy giving me shit, but I'm a big girl. I can screw whoever I want."

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[sneersgenetic.livejournal.com]

"Dude," is the most is the most intelligent response Connor can come up with at the moment as he stares directly at Faith's image on the screen, specifically. He doesn't know who the other two are and to be completely honest, doesn't really care. Faith's life, Faith's choices, who is he to judge, etc, etc.

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[stacked]

Whatever, Connor. You're just getting your secret, forbidden yayas off checking out Angel's cookie out of the packaging. (...That is one overextended metaphor.)

"Hey, kid." Faith has the grace to look somewhat shamefaced when presented with this particular voyeur.

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[sneersgenetic.livejournal.com]

...Faith, we do not talk about Connor looking at people his dad has bit. He's still a little disturbed (and angry at Angel for not telling him of this part of his Sunnydale years...or about his Sunnydale years in general, for that matter) over checking out his father's ex and learning of the ex factor from Spike.

"Hey. Having fun?"

Connor.

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[bigbad]

Spike hasn't seen Faith since Sunnydale. He hasn't really pictured seeing her again as much as he'd thought about Buffy, but this definitely isn't how he would have imagined it.

"Faith," he says brightly. "Lovely to see you again. How've you been?"

He nods at the other two. He'd met Godric, but he has no idea who the other one is.

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[stacked]

If Faith had shame, this is where she'd pull the sheet up or blush or maybe stop lounging around like a particularly satisfied cat in the cream.

...As it's Faith and shame of this kind is an alien notion, she just waves a little, and with a slight dislodging of the sheet there you go, Spike. Now you've seen both active Slayers' boobs. Treasure that. (Or something.)

"Spike. Been a while, how's it hanging?" Yes, she thinks nothing of having small talk while essentially topless and laying in bed with two equally naked vampires. She's special.

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[faderbroderson]

Godric nods in return, looking perfectly content to stretch out right where he is and relax while Faith talks to Spike. He'll be glad to introduce Eric at a better opportunity.

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy is just over here, jaw-dropping away merrily in abject horror. That is, of course, before the inevitable urge to yell kicks in.

"Faith, what the hell is this? And please tell me it's not what it looks like."

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[faderbroderson]

Godric's lips twitch upwards into a smile, as much as he tries to prevent it. It's not like he wants to bait the powered-up vampire-killer...only he kind of does.

Look, as much as he wants to get along and not have repeats of certain incidents involving fire, he has a very large inner troll that's completely delighted by the look on Buffy's face.

"Good morning, Slayer," he greets as casually as possible under the circumstances.

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[fogdar.livejournal.com]

Eric has no idea who this blonde chick is (though he finds her quite attractive, but that's by the by), until of course Godric calls her 'Slayer', and a few things click into place.

"Is this the one called 'Puffy'?" He enquires, curiously.

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[stacked]

It's not a party until Buffy arrives to harsh the buzz.

Just barely holding back from rolling her eyes, Faith shrugs. "Unless you think it looks like something other than getting laid, sorry."

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Are you out of your-- what is wrong with--" Unfortunately her mouth isn't moving fast enough to keep up with her horror, which is what this is.

"-- why can't you ever sleep with somebody normal?"

Old guys and vampires, Faith. What's up with that?

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[levilup.livejournal.com]

Oh, now this is a story I'd like to hear details on. I must admit, I'm a little jealous.

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[faderbroderson]

You want to hear details, Levi? That's a horrible idea. How are you going to keep from jumping Godric when he describes how he... Well. Let's not go there.

"Good morning, Levi." He doesn't comment on the jealous thing because...because again, not going there.

[levilup.livejournal.com]

Good morning, Godric. I'm assuming you've had a wonderful night.

[Voice]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

Just what we need around here: publicly broadcast vampire porn movies. Anyone got a time machine so I can just erase the past two minutes of my life?

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[faderbroderson]

"Just be thankful the tablet didn't turn on two hours ago," Godric drawls in return. So traumatized by a little bare skin, John?

[Voice]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I was just thinking that. Look, I don't care if two - or more - consenting adults wanna get their kink on behind closed doors or crypts or whatever. Hell, knock yourself out and set up a pay-per-view channel for all I care.

Just watch those accidental exposures.

Maybe it's different where you come from, pal, but me, I was--

[A synthesizer and drums suddenly can be heard in the background.]

Born down in a dead man town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the USA, I was born in the USA
I was born in the USA, born in the USA.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the dark-skinned man

Born in the USA, I was born in the USA
I was born in the US--

[There is much muttered cursing and the feed cuts off.]

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[lajolieblonde.livejournal.com]

[ no actual words, just a quick, indrawn breath on sookie's end of the tablet. ]

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[fogdar.livejournal.com]

Up until this point, Eric has been pretty much brazenly not giving a crap about the tablet recording, but this makes him sit up and pay attention. ...sit up metaphorically, he's still laying down.

"Was that you, Sookie?"

Yes, he's absolutely hoping she's jealous. It's been mentioned that he's a dick.

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[faderbroderson]

Godric too takes notice, glancing over at the tablet again as he sits up, looking around for various articles of clothing. A number of them are probably in the living room and entryway, but Faith's bra is on the dresser, and he can see Eric's pants in the hallway through the open door.

[mercurialnature.livejournal.com]

Hermes, wearing a party hat and tossing confetti into the air while blowing a small paper horn isn't going to help anyone.

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[stacked]

Faith will just be staring at the tablet now.

"Dude."