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[molotov]

[It's the middle of January. Molotov has heard that some people were getting gifts, but she figures that, by this point, it'd have been impossible to not have found hers. So clearly she's not getting a gift.

That's fine. Molotov doesn't really care, and there's just not really anything she would have wanted from home anyway. So who cares?

She is hungry though -- it's late afternoon, and she skipped lunch. Molotov's in her kitchen (she doesn't see the allure of the communal one), journal open while she digs through cabinets. Settling on a new bag of potato chips, there's a rustling noise as she opens it, then a silence and a gasp.

And then a girlish, wholly un-mercernary-like squeal of happiness.

Merry late Christmas, Molotov.]


[ OOC: Open over the journal! ]

Comments

[common_name]

[Of course, she shouldn't be surprised by the rudeness. This is the woman that spit in her face, after all. So, of course, that just means she'll have to stand her ground. And get the focus off of herself.]

Something like that will only attract attention.

[Subtlety, Molotov. It will take you far.]

[molotov]

You would be shocked at what the journals decide others need to hear.

[common_name]

Not entirely unpreventable, I'm sure.

[Coolly, calmly.]

[molotov]

You say that now. [Shut up, newbie. You don't even know.]

[common_name]

[She's been here almost five months and has had some luck in this department so far. Maybe she knows a thing or two.]

A book is easy enough to monitor. [You don't leave it lying around open, dumbass. Simple as that.]

[molotov]

Cute. You think you can control the castle's wishes. I sleep with my journal under the mattress, just to keep the noise out. Sometimes I still get woken up, journal open on the bedside table.

But I am sure that it is just a matter of monitoring, right?

[common_name]

[Yeah, like she's really going to believe that one. (Or refuses to. In order to maintain her sanity, right or wrong, there's some sense of logic that she has to hold on to. Journals don't just get up and walk in the middle of the night. Don't derail her argument :|)]

If you're careful.

[molotov]

Delude yourself if you wish. It makes it all the better for me when your little imaginary dream bubble gets popped.

[common_name]

[And your intimidation tactics don't scare her anyway.]

Then I'll make sure you're the first to know.

[molotov]

[Snort] You will not need to. The castle will.

[common_name]

[Yeah, you know what? She doesn't have anything more to say. There's something about this woman, no, everything about this woman, that rubs her the wrong way, and the longer she sits here and talks to her, the more irritation she can feel creeping into her characteristic cool.

That'll be a journal closing now. There are other things more worthy of her attention.]