WINTER WRAP-UP!

[rarities]

[Good morning, Paradisa! You know what today is. That's right, it's WINTER WRAP-UP!!! Now that you've gotten your note about your task -- put on your coats, scarves, and gloves, and get to work!]

CASTLE SHOVELING | CLOUD MOVING | WILDLIFE AWAKENING | PUTTING OUT THE FIRES | ICE SCORING | CASTLE SEED PLANTING | BIRD DIRECTING | BIRD NESTS | TOWER CLEANING | CITY STREET PLOWING | CITY FOOD PLANTING | ORGANIZATION TEAM

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[assassino]

[A little defensive at that.]

There was an angel here, and the Serpent is still here. If they are real, how is it a fairy tale?

[molotov]

I met "God", and he was nothing more than an old man with delusions of grandeur. Crazy people are crazy people regardless of who they claim to be.

[assassino]

God was here?

[molotov]

That is what he said. He had some powers, but so many here do. He was unimpressive.

[This is actually false. He made a point of scaring the hell out of Molotov, mostly because she was being a bitch. She still didn't think he was God, though.]

[assassino]

[He's silent for a moment. He's not sure if he's defending Christianity because he truly believes it, or because he has an obligation to defend his time period. Paradisa has been testing his faith for three months now, and it was already on shaky ground to begin with.]

I'm glad I met you.

[molotov]

You do not sound particularly enthused, Mr. Auditore.

[assassino]

It's a lot to take in. But I am grateful.

[molotov]

[Molotov is quiet for a moment, then lights up a cigarette.]

I am glad to have met you too.

[assassino]

[He smiles. If it were socially acceptable, he would kiss her.]

Even if it means putting up with my questions?

[molotov]

I do not mind questions.

[assassino]

Good. I always have a lot of them.

[molotov]

[Teasing:] Have you considered learning to read?

[assassino]

[he laughs]

I know how to read! I'm just not very fond of it, that is all.

[molotov]

How unfortunate. I can think of several publications that would interest you, but I doubt they would delve into the answers to your scientific questions.

[assassino]

[Noo, you can't wave that under his nose.]

Show them to me anyway, perhaps they'll catch my attention for long enough.

[molotov]

[Molotov clucks her tongue a little.] They will catch your attention plenty, but no one likes a man who only looks at the pictures. And you do not like to read, remember?

[assassino]

[Laugh]

Pictures? No, no. And just because I do not enjoy reading does not mean I do not read. I will read these publications.

[molotov]

You might find yourself hard-pressed to read once you see the pictures, kroshka.

[assassino]

And why is that?

[molotov]

Why do you think?

[assassino]

Babies growing inside women, perhaps?

[molotov]

Well, those books are in the library too... but nyet, these pictures do not get quite as far as the baby.

[assassino]

Men impregnating women?

[Cue slow look of dawning realization on his face.]

[molotov]

I actually am not sure how much men play into the picture. Usually the women are alone. But that knowledge is based on the issues I threw out when Samson moved in.

[assassino]

[No, not thinking sexy thoughts anymore. If men aren't involved, then how...?]

If the women are alone, how are they impregnated?