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[molotov]

[Today, one might notice some... new residents in the lobby. Two new, very small residents. Two new, very small, and very redheaded residents. Although they may not look familiar to their friends, since they are missing rather distinctive eyewear.]

Are you really going to sit there and eat chips?

Yep.

Well, what are we going to do next?

I dunno. [He pops more chips into his mouth.] Enjoy this place before we get moved somewhere else again?

Ugh. [She rolls her eyes as the heels of her feet hit the couch.]

Think there is a fun room around here? I wonder if they have laser tag...

Really, Cross?

Well, one besides the game room. I feel like shooting. [He pretends to pull back the string of a bow and makes a “pshew!” sound at the nonexistent arrow flying.]

Laser tag does not have bows and arrows!

Whatever, Molotov!

I wonder if there is anyone else here to play with. You are being boring.

And you are being annoying, as always.

[There’s a glare and a moment of silence before she snatches his chips away and throws them on the floor.] Shut up.

Hey!! [He shoves her arm as a ghost comes and cleans up the mess.]

Do not hit me, Cross! [But her admonishment doesn’t stop her from immediately pushing him back, with both hands.]

[Yeah, he is going to jump off the couch to move away from her and take out his journal.] If anyone would like a bratty girl for a sister, they can take her!

I am a better sister than you are at being a brother! At least I am not a stinky stupid boy.

Boys are a lot more fun than girls.

More gross and dumb, you mean. Girls are pretty and smart.

Girls just look at themselves in the mirror and are all-- [in a high-pitched voice] “Oh, look at me! I am so cute! I only know how to dress up and pretend to be Mommy and I do not play in the dirt or play rough!”

Shut up, Cross! [Can’t play rough? Well, she’ll show him. By tackling him.]

No, Mol-- [Oh heck no. Cross is yelling in protest as he gets tackled, quickly letting out a growl of displeasure and trying to flip their positions.]

[And now there are two small, wrestling children in the middle of the lobby. Someone should probably put a stop to this -- little Molotov is prone to biting, much to Cross’s annoyance.]



[OOC: Open for action or journal! This is the start of Molotov and Cross's joint loss. Cross is blue, Molotov is red. Have fun!]

Comments

[molotov]

That sounds dumb. Why was I that?

[samson]

Who knows. Ask the castle.

[molotov]

[BECAUSE YOU'RE A RACIST, MOLOTOV]

Um, Mr... I mean, Brock? You said you are my friend, right?

[samson]

Yeah, we are.

[molotov]

Can you show me where my brother and me live? I do not think Cross knows where our room is, either.

[samson]

[OH, AWKWARD. CASTLE, PLEASE TELL ME YOU CHANGED THE NAME PLATES or he's going to seem like a creep omg]

Uhh, your names should be outside your door ...

[molotov]

[OF COURSE IT DIDN'T. And now little Molotov sounds off-put and confused.]

I just thought maybe you knew.

[samson]

[Maybe ... he can think of some way out of this .........]

Well ... you know, if you guys can't find your rooms, you can hang out with me. [PLEASE GOD CASTLE PUT CROSS'S NAME ON THE PLATE IF THEY AGREE]

[molotov]

[THE CASTLE WILL NOT DO THAT, but they're kids so they probably wouldn't notice unless they were looking for it. Exactly like Brock is telling them to do. Think about that for a second, Samson. Also, think about the fact that you and Molotov live on a lower floor than Cross does. Which means they'll read your nameplate first. "Why does only Molotov live with you, Brock?"]

Okay. Well, do you know what floor we live on? This place is kind of big...

[samson]

[Brock doesn't know where the fuck Cross lives! Shut up. Also, why wouldn't the castle put their names on the plate? That's how it worked when Brock moved in with Molotov, duh!]

Nah. Sorry.

[molotov]

[Brock, you've lived in this stupid castle for going on two years, and you don't know, vaguely, where other people live? Shitty spy. And the castle wouldn't do it because they weren't moving in! Brock agreed to give up his room -- Cross and Molotov were just on losses. They were in the castle, they were free to live where they wanted, so of course the castle wouldn't change their room assignments.]

Well... thank you. I guess.

[samson]

[Why should he stalk people he doesn't care about?! He has no clue where anybody lives, it's not his business. Don't be a crazy stalker, creepy. And well, oops, too bad, I'm saying that the castle is temporarily putting their names under Brock's. Deal with it!]

Well... hey, why don't you guys come up and hang out with me anyway? I'll give you snacks if you're hungry. 509.

[molotov]

[You can't say that, you are not allowed to decide that! It isn't how the castle works, suck it the fuck up.

Molotov's tone is considerably brighter when he says that.] Do you have gummi bears?

[echivoc]

Eugh, gummi bears. [ /insert disgusted face ]

[samson]

Uh, I don't, but you could always wish for some. I could make you grilled cheese.

[Cross if you don't like grilled cheese, you're not allowed in Brock's house.]

[molotov]

I like grilled cheese!

[echivoc]

Grilled cheese with bacon??

[samson]

Man, I'll make you whatever kind of grilled cheese you want. You guys want to hang out in the kitchen? [THIS IS PROBABLY LESS CREEPY]

[molotov]

Is that where you usually make grilled cheese?

[echivoc]

Duh, Molotov. That is where people cook.

[samson]

Cross, don't be mean to your sister.

But, yeah. The kitchen. You guys know where that is?

[molotov]

Uh-huh, da, we know!

[echivoc]

[ Brock can't see Cross, but Cross is rolling his eyes and making a silent "Da." ] Kitchen, right.

[samson]

[Cross, Brock is not above punishing you for being a jerk! See how much you'll be rolling your eyes when he deprives you from delicious grilled cheese!!]

Alright. Come on down.

[molotov]

Yay! [Molotov is tearing into the kitchen.]