066. Baby Come On Home

[samson]

[Look, here's Brock's deep and manly voice. Despite... everything... he sounds pretty damn blasé, as per usual.]

I'm back, by the way. Don't make a big deal about it. I've been back for awhile but I'm, uh, really busy, so.

[Busy dealing with his wife.......]

Anyway, I haven't made it back to the cabin yet, but please tell me somebody did me a solid and like... cleaned up.

Comments

Brock

[sworn]

[She won't make too big of a deal of it.]

I am glad you're back.

Vereesa

[samson]

[You're a bro, Vereesa. Broreesa.]

Thanks. So, I'm guessing you all killed those guys or whatever?

Brock

[sworn]

[Bro is already part of Brock's name so there we go.]

We did. If you haven't heard, their weakness was a genuine voice. We needed only to retrieve our voices and let out a scream.

Vereesa

[samson]

Oh. Well, now I don't feel as bad that I missed it.

[Screaming is just not as interesting as ripping guys apart with your bare hands, sorry...]

Anybody else die after me?

Brock

[sworn]

[She actually kind of shares that sentiment. They did have those creepy henchmen to fight off, but she would have liked to run her blade through the Gentlemen instead.]

Duke Pantarei, another resident, but no others after that. They required seven hearts, but we were able to stop them before they obtained them.

gently breaks hiatus for this

[molotov]

[Cue Molotov trying to take the journal away from her husband. She is crawling all over him again.]

Brock, stop... come back...

gross who are you anyway

[samson]

[RUDE... Brock gently pushes her.]

I'm tired...

i'm ur mom

[molotov]

[NO NO, Molotov will not be pushed! She frowns, then leans down to kiss at his midline.]

You do not have to do any of the work, I will do it all...

that just killed my desire to smut with you ever again jsyk

[samson]

[This is... the rudest......

Brock grits his teeth, rolling his eyes so very hard.] I mean, that's tired too.

[honeytoes]

Uh can't say I have...I'm not exactly skilled with a feather duster. I can go up and check if you like?

I guess I should also say welcome back.

[samson]

I mean, there's probably blood and broken shit everywhere. So that's... a little heavier than some dust.

[Anyway no he said not to make a big deal about it!!! Saying welcome back is a big deal...] Yeah, thanks.

[honeytoes]

No kidding....they were some messy motherfuckers.

[samson]

Well, mostly it was that they wouldn't die easy...

Brock

[mal_addict]

[Excuse YOU. Like hell she's not going to make a big thing of this, but at least she'll be pleasant enough to filter to him]

You were busy? You didn't think to leave a note to say, 'oh by the way guys, I'm not dead any more?' That's didn't cross your mind once?

[There's an annoyed huff]

And yes. I got the corpses out of your cabin. You're welcome.

Maladict

[samson]

[Maladict please.........]

Maybe you don't know how clingy Molotov is... I literally haven't had a second to myself until now. [Even that is debatable. Molotov is trying to crawl into his lap at this very moment.]

Thanks, though. Did you... what did you do with 'em? Burn 'em? Did they just disappear, or...?

Brock

[mal_addict]

I think given the circumstances you would have been allowed a couple of seconds. [She says in that 'grow some balls' tone of hers. It's a fun tone]

The weird detective people took them to poke at them as far as I'm aware. I just got them out of your cabin, I didn't much care about what happened to them after that.

Maladict

[samson]

[No stop, away with your tones!! It's hard, okay, life is hard.] I'll remember that for next time.

Anyway... 'weird detective people'...?

[secondchances]

Saying "welcome back" isn't making a big deal, right?

[samson]

As long as there's no confetti or balloons involved, I think we're okay.

[secondchances]

Definitely not. It would suck to clean up confetti after all that...

[samson]

Yeah. Blood and confetti don't really mix that well.

[Things Brock has learned firsthand.]

[lucre]

[ She's heard about Brock but then it feels so strange. One never knows whether to mourn or to shrug it off. Seems like he would prefer the latter. ]

I could do that for you.

[samson]

[Yes, very much so.]

You mean the cabin?

[lucre]

I know where to find it at least. I will bring the maids with me to help.

[ As in to do all the work lbr. ]

[samson]

Since when do you have maids?