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In the cabin
[When Molotov wakes, it's with a gasp, and then a scream. She's surrounded, there's white tangled all around her, and she doesn't know where she is or where she was.
Death was like an unending nightmare, and Molotov doesn't intend to go through it again.
She thrashes, falls off the bed and then manages to find her way out of the sheet before looking around with horror. She can tell she's still covered in blood and filth, and even though she knows her surroundings to be the cabin, she's terrified, ready to fight.]
--
Room 510
[Some time later, after explanations and showers and Brock, Molotov stands outside Ezio's room, hesitating. She looks and feels frail, lacks her normal fanfare and panache. She's not even wearing her normally flashy clothes -- the oversized sweater and yoga pants she's wearing seem to engulf her, her hair still damp and draped over one shoulder.
She doesn't even know if Ezio's home. There's a good chance he's out elsewhere, that he's written her off. What kind of bitch gets killed while still angry at her best friend?
Molotov inhales deeply, and then knocks.]
--
Room 413
[It takes Molotov a good half hour to make herself head back down the fourth floor hallway. She can't help it, and her cowardice disgusts her, but she just woke up from being dead. She's only been alive again for a few hours.
There's much less hesitation when she reaches Vriska's door, probably because there's always a very good chance that she won't be in the castle. She spends so much time at the outposts...
Knock knock.]
--
[Molotov can't sleep anymore, can't lie in bed. She's been dead, she wants her eye open as long as it can be. So she's at the Death Match, which is the only place she can think that she wants to be, because she wants to be drunk. She wants to slam back vodka and whiskey and not think.
She wonders when this part wears off.]
[When Molotov wakes, it's with a gasp, and then a scream. She's surrounded, there's white tangled all around her, and she doesn't know where she is or where she was.
Death was like an unending nightmare, and Molotov doesn't intend to go through it again.
She thrashes, falls off the bed and then manages to find her way out of the sheet before looking around with horror. She can tell she's still covered in blood and filth, and even though she knows her surroundings to be the cabin, she's terrified, ready to fight.]
--
Room 510
[Some time later, after explanations and showers and Brock, Molotov stands outside Ezio's room, hesitating. She looks and feels frail, lacks her normal fanfare and panache. She's not even wearing her normally flashy clothes -- the oversized sweater and yoga pants she's wearing seem to engulf her, her hair still damp and draped over one shoulder.
She doesn't even know if Ezio's home. There's a good chance he's out elsewhere, that he's written her off. What kind of bitch gets killed while still angry at her best friend?
Molotov inhales deeply, and then knocks.]
--
Room 413
[It takes Molotov a good half hour to make herself head back down the fourth floor hallway. She can't help it, and her cowardice disgusts her, but she just woke up from being dead. She's only been alive again for a few hours.
There's much less hesitation when she reaches Vriska's door, probably because there's always a very good chance that she won't be in the castle. She spends so much time at the outposts...
Knock knock.]
--
[Molotov can't sleep anymore, can't lie in bed. She's been dead, she wants her eye open as long as it can be. So she's at the Death Match, which is the only place she can think that she wants to be, because she wants to be drunk. She wants to slam back vodka and whiskey and not think.
She wonders when this part wears off.]
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