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[whatwas]

[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[seehowitends.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, I'm afraid you're mistaken. No, no, my name is William. William Pratt. [And a shaky smile. Really, why must everyone call him Spike? That is no Christian name.]

But, but I do thank you for your welcome to, ah, sanity. [He takes the bottle.] You, um, wouldn't have a glass, would you?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

William, then. [He smiles, a little hesitantly. He'll have to ask about that 'Spike' name later.]

I'm afraid not, but you're free to keep the bottle. It's nice and fresh that way.

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[seehowitends.livejournal.com]

[It's a beautiful story, Horst! Really.]

Oh, oh, why thank you. [He takes a seat.] It's, it's a lovely night.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

It is. Shame most of the people down below are too 'evented' to notice.

[He settles in the chair next to William] Where are you from?

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[seehowitends.livejournal.com]

So they are.

I'm from London. What about yourself?