055. The Ocean

[samson]

[Look, it's Brock. He sounds mad! Not as mad as last time; this time he's just more annoyed than anything else. But still, that voice sounding annoyed is not something you want to fuck with.]

Alright. People really need to stop taking shit from my cabin. Just a little reminder.

The stuff outside is for you people to use. And I don't really care if you go inside if I'm not around. But I swear to god, if I need to start booby-trapping my freakin' fridge, I will.

[There's a loud sigh. When he continues, he sounds a little calmer. Making an effort!]

Anyway... since the weather's cleared up, the greenhouse is gonna be used strictly for flowers and whatever until it gets cold again. So use the outside garden for your vegetables.

I also built a smokehouse over the winter, and that's ready if you want to use it. Don't put any weird stuff you found out in the Dead Zone in there, though. Just stuff you bought from town.

Uh, cabin's southwest of the castle, north of the city. In case you don't know.

[Away from Molotov]
And if you see a little redheaded girl around, don't screw with her or I'll actually kill you. It's Molotov on a loss.
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Comments

[gottaknockhard]

[Oh, that's right. Spike knew there was something he was forgetting... More importantly--]

I was wondering what that was.

[samson]

[YEAH, SPIKE... Brock's clueless, though.]

The smokehouse?

[gottaknockhard]

[Do you think it would be too suspicious now if he shows up with a pack of the same beer that's missing...]

Yeah. I would have guessed outhouse, but it was a little big.

[samson]

[Just leave it anonymously on the doorstep, Spike. In a basket, swaddled in blankets. Orphaned beer.]

There's a bathroom inside the cabin.

[assassino]

So if I take my novice out hunting, you do not want any meat from those buffalo?

And I saw your little wife already. Strange, where the castle's interest lie.

[samson]

Yeah... she was just a cat a little while ago, too.

And no, I don't know what those things are made of. I heard that -- wait, since when do you have a "novice"?

[assassino]

She is much less annoying as a little girl.

[And he laughs...]

Recently. What is wrong with the buffalo?

[samson]

I heard it's made of people or something.

[GOD HE WANTS TO MAKE A SOYLENT GREEN REFERENCE SO BAD........... restraint, Samson. Restraint.]

I don't know for sure. But it creeps me out.

[mal_addict]

I honestly don't know why you're surprised any more when people do things to or in your cabin.

[samson]

Faith in humanity? I don't know.

[...but on a more serious (no, really) note:] Do you think I built it on a cursed plot of land or something?

[mal_addict]

...It's somewhat touching that you still have some of that.

[She takes a moment to consider this. REALLY consider it] It's possible? I mean, I wouldn't put anything past this place.

[samson]

I really don't want to rebuild it... I wonder if I can find a necromancer or an exorcist or something...

[whistles_the_blues]

Letting just anyone in just seems to be asking for trouble. Ever think of a lock with a few keys?

[samson]

I got somebody working on a security system. It's not really where I live, so I don't really care if people go in there to crash or whatever. I just don't want them taking my stuff.

[whistles_the_blues]

Fair enough, still seems like more trouble than it's worth to let just anybody in if your worried about your stuff being stolen. Security system is a good move though, I'll give you that.

[samson]

I don't have that much stuff... I mean, unless somebody wanted to take the furniture. Somebody already took all my records. This time it was all my beer, so...

I don't know. It's not really a big deal, but it pisses me off.

[bronwe]

[ Oh no, oh no. He feels as afraid as meeting Farmer Maggot for the first time in many years since stealing mushrooms from his field, but that turned out well once he overcame his fear, so here goes... ]

I'm sorry. Do you mean the beer...?

[samson]

[Brock suddenly hears horror music in the back of his head.]

Yes...?

[bronwe]

[ BUT SPIKE SAID IT WAS OKAY. Frodo clears his throat before speaking again, though his voice is noticeably smaller. ]

Yes, I'm afraid-- I was the one to take one, or two. I would certainly be glad, of course, to bring you a crate in exchange.

[3nterprising]

If you don't want anyone to take anything, just keep people out.
You know what they say: give 'em an inch and they take a mile. You could do without the hassle, really.

[Of course, had she known about his generosity, she'd probably be right up there with the worst culprits. She's appreciative of the heads up.]

[samson]

I kind of figured people wouldn't be dicks about it when they can, you know, wish for anything they want. Instead of taking my shit.

[3nterprising]

Maybe it's because the castle hold so much power. People don't really want to mooch from something that could cause serious damage, you know?

[asseenontv]

Booby traps are fun, though!

[The point




Shatterstar]

[samson]

[Shatterstar........]

It's stupid that I even have to consider them...

[asseenontv]

Yes, it's rather rude of people, I suppose.

Maybe one or two would be sufficient deterrent.