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[molotov]

[Happy April, Paradisa! Molotov is aware that it's April Fool's Day, and she's also aware of the stupid weather, but she has a task that just can't wait.]

[Delivered by ghost this morning, to: Ezio Auditore, Hellboy, Dr. Gregory House, Mark Hunter, Kate Kane, Kermit, Mindy Macready, Corporal Maladict, Cross Marian, Princess Nudge, Spike Spiegel, Damian Wayne, Alleria Windrunner, Sylvanas Windrunner, and Veeresa Windrunner.]
[All of you should have previously received a save the date card. Well, now, in an envelope addressed to you "and guest", you've received this:]



[You know, for all your formal invitation wedding needs.

Inside the envelope, there's an RSVP card, mostly because Molotov is pretty big on traditions. You know, like formalities and proper execution methods. The card literally just says to contact her through the journal. Because Molotov is dumb.

Some of your envelopes might also contain a special, handwritten note! These are mostly chastising, such as telling you to dress properly, to be on your best behavior, etc. Because Molotov is also a bitch.]

[Molotov is actually out in this terrible weather, taking care of her poor bears, making sure they're happy. Once that's done, she just holes up in the reserve's office with Mishka, reading and waiting for the rain to break.]

[ OOC: Open to anyone who might be out in that weather, for whatever reason. TO THE WEDDING INVITEES: feel free to apply whatever bitchy little note might work best for your character, if they got one. Also, the invitations went out regardless of how she feels about each particular person, so you might get attitude when you RSVP >:3 ]

Comments

[molotov]

If you are not willing to reveal yourself to stay, then why would you reveal yourself to leave? Be honest or don't. But do not try to build something with herself unless you can devote yourself to it.

[assassino]

True enough...

[molotov]

Are you still going to bring her to the wedding?

[assassino]

Yes. She is rather excited to go.

[molotov]

Oh. Well, at least you will have that.

[Molotov: world's most comforting human being.]

[assassino]

At least.

But you should stop worrying -- both about elf women and my troubles. You should just take this time to be a happy bride.

[molotov]

[Laugh] I am a businesswoman, Mr. Auditore. Worrying is what brings me happiness.

[assassino]

Fine. We should go drinking, then! A better kind of happiness.

[molotov]

Da, da. Fine, now that you are Samson are not antagonizing each other, I suppose there is no reason not to.

[assassino]

[grinning]

Antagonize each other? You make it sound as though we did not get along from day one.

[molotov]

He used one of my good grenades on you.

[assassino]

See, he cared enough to use a good one.

[molotov]

Now I know why he keeps scribbling "Mrs. Brock Auditore" all over his notebook.

[assassino]

[Laugh]








... I don't get it, but I assume it means he likes me.

[molotov]

It was just a joke, like he has a cute little crush on you. No?

He likes you, but I think he is also wary of you.

[assassino]

I have been told what a "crush" is, I simply wondered if there was more to the saying.

Why is he wary?

[molotov]

He tends to be wary of any other men I am close to.

[assassino]

As you are wary of other women, no?

[molotov]

I have much more reason to be wary.

[assassino]

Also true...

Well, if he strays and tumbles another woman, then he only has himself to blame when you come to me for comfort and succor.

[molotov]

Oh, I somewhat doubt his ability to blame himself when his head is no longer connected to his body.

But you are correct.

[assassino]

[Hehe.]

Depends on which head.

[molotov]

Both. First one, then the other.

[assassino]

Poor bastard.

[molotov]

Like you said: he will only have himself to blame.