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[The video flickers on upside-down for a moment before Spike flips it over after a little squinting. He looks pretty annoyed, slightly tired, and sort of disappointed with everything in general.]

Alright. I have a little question for you all, in case anyone knows for sure.

Does the sun in this godforsaken place ever come fully out at all? I hope it does. Because if this is really a whole new world, then I've finally found a place where the sun doesn't immediately set me on fire if I step into it. Or that's how it should work, anyway, I think. But then if it turns out that the sun barely shows up anyway... what good does that do?

[He makes a disgusted sound and waves a hand.] That would really make my day, wouldn't it. If it honestly is just all rain and gloom every day, that's another thing to strike out while I'm searching for one single redeeming quality that this bloody place has. That search is getting old very quickly, as a side-note.

Anyone have an answer?

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Do I look like the type to get overly broody?

[let's not talk about how much crying he did when that whole virus thing was happening

shh]

Brooding doesn't have a type, really. It just creeps up on people all stealthy-like. Just don't start writing sad poetry and we'll all be fine.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land...

[A pause.]

Oh, sorry. You said writing, not reciting.

[Grins despite himself. After all, despite his request, Spike actually is a poet. Though admittedly a pretty bad one.]

Yes, yes. You're so witty. Feel proud.

[Hook, line, and sinker, man.]

I generally do. So — [And here his gaze travels elsewhere on the screen, up to where Spike's name is displayed.]

Your name isn't really Spike, is it? I mean — come on. A vampire named Spike?

[Rrrgh. He could tell you the gross story behind that name one day, if you like. Gifting him with a challenging look.]

Yes. Spike. Problem with that?

I guess since it's technically called a stake it's not really that funny, but...

[...Slow-claps.]

Ha. Sorry to say, but that's not at all what I was thinking when I chose it.

[A half-bow. Thank you, thank you; he'll be here all week.]

Aha. Is it story time?

[Pauses and sort of winces. Getting a soul makes you way less eager to share your tales of driving railroad spikes through your victims' heads...]

Don't think so.

Fair enough. That's usually second date material.

[Spike, he's not usually this bad. Promise.]

I'm Saul. It's a pleasure.

[Laughs and shakes his head.] As a friendly tip from you to me— even if I was a woman, you still wouldn't be a charmer. [Oh, harsh.]

And we've been over my name. I'd give you a handshake, but that would be tricky right now.

There are a few women here who'd disagree with that assessment.

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So what's the plan for keeping yourself healthy?

[This is Saul's slightly tactful way of asking ARE YOU GOING TO START KILLING PEOPLE AND DRINKING THEIR BLOOD?]

Donations. Any mammal blood, really. [Looks disgusted for a moment.] I wouldn't be surprised if the people here have some sort of synthetic available too.