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[molotov]

[The last time Molotov took over the pool, she was jolly and invited everyone to join her.

This time, she puts up a sign on the door, telling people to stay out. Molotov may not be able to be violent anymore, but she is amazingly unpleasant when she doesn't want to see people. It's probably not worth the fight to try and take a late night dip with such a nasty woman.

Inside the pool room, she's in the center of the pool, on a massive pool float, looking up at the stars beyond the glass ceiling. If Paradisa has anything going for it, it's that it's a pretty place.

There's music playing and a tray of drinks at the side of the pool, one of which Molotov clutches tightly. It's dark, with the sun down and the lights out -- everything is kind of bluish even with the dimly lit sconces lining the walls.

Eventually she opens her journal.]

The crystal that was in the lake. I wonder where it came from. It couldn't have always been there.

Come and see me.

Comments

dictated

[unmanned]

No occasion, is there?

[molotov]

Not that I can think of. Should there be?

[unmanned]

None come to my mind, either. Where are you?

[molotov]

The pool.

dictated;

[ensorceler]

[ Interesting music. Well, nothing against background noise, even if it's strange. ]

Does someone have it in their grasp still, or was it destroyed?

[ Please say destroooyed... ]

[molotov]

[It's awesome music, Anne. Way better than what's in your time.]

It's gone. Shattered.

[ensorceler]

[ Ew no! She's already been horrified by Lady Gaga. ]

We have more heroes to thank, then. Are you among them?

[molotov]

[Molotov goes quiet for a minute.]

Nyet. No. And there was no hero. No one you want to thank.

dictated

[sworn]

[She likely wouldn't visit even if she had received an invite. Alas, she only speaks to her through the journal.]

You sound well. I am glad to hear that.

[molotov]

I am fine. [And drunk.] You sound... like you.

[sworn]

[Better drunk than crazy.]

Certainly less panicked, thankfully. Never a dull moment in Paradisa.

[molotov]

Wish there was.

[givetheslip]

I doubt it's always been there, if it had such a sudden and dramatic effect.

[She's still a little unnerved from it all.]

[molotov]

I suppose it could have been benign until now, but I do not know how no one would have never noticed it.

[givetheslip]

It wouldn't be the first great change to occur here. But I am grateful its effects didn't last.

[molotov]

I like having an entire face, so I agree.

[dictated]

[fearbringer]

You were the one that fell on it, weren't you?

[His memories of that entire week, particularly towards the end, are a little hazy.]

[molotov]

[She sounds venomous. And intoxicated. Both of those.]

You stabbed me, asshole.

[fearbringer]

I stabbed in your direction.

Molotov

[thiefoflight]

How come?

Vriska serket

[molotov]

How come what?

Molotov

[thiefoflight]

What is it we get to see?

[hellofist]

[It's not hard to guess where Molotov is after listening to the way things echo over the journal, the sound of water and the absence of other outside noises. No crashing waves or wind, so she must be inside, right?

So Cass arrives a the pool and ignores the sign completely because what's the point of trying to read it when she can't anyway, taking in the changes because she hadn't actually found herself in this newly remodeled area of the castle yet. She doesn't mind the pool, but the smell of chlorine isn't her favorite, so she tends to favor the beach or the lake when she wants to go swimming.

And there's Molotov, floating around in her swimsuit looking not so entirely happy. With a frown Cass heads over to the edge of the pool closest to her, crouching down so they're at a more even level.]

Hi.

[molotov]

Hi.

[Molotov leans her head back to look upside down at Cass, her big float cradling her neck.]

[hellofist]

[Hand braced on the lip of the pool, Cass reaches out to brush Molotov's bangs out of her eyes.]

Are you okay, Molotov?