Having A Close Look At The Footpath [closed]

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Spike wanders into Wilmot's for the first time a little after nine. He'd heard about the place from a couple different sources and he's feeling good enough tonight to do a little bit of exploring paired with celebratory drinking. He's still not entirely sure what he and Sunshine are going for, but it's definitely something. For now, that's enough for him to feel optimistic.

He gets an extra large whisky and takes it over to sit in one of the booths where he can better watch the crowd coming and going. After a few minutes of sipping and watching, he slips his phone out of his pocket. He resists thumbing into the gallery where there is a picture of Sunshine waiting for him, choosing instead to open up Angry Birds and play a bit. He really needs to go find a couple new games, but this is enough distraction for now.

You can't go home again [closed]

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It's either incredibly late or incredibly early, and Spike is leaning up against the equestrian statue in front of the Natural History Museum looking, in general, like someone you wouldn't want to meet in the middle of the night. He's wearing his long leather coat despite the warm night, smoking a cigarette, and contemplating the front of the building.

The last time he'd been in (his universe's) New York, he's had a little storage room to himself down in the basement of the building. He's curious if it's still there in this universe, so many years later. Curious enough that he has both his lock pick set and a pry bar stored in his coat. Not quite curious enough yet to go and check out what the alarm systems look like.