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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]

I am the only person you know who has gone on a loss? Impossible. They strike everyone, eventually. That was not even my first one.

[assassino]

You are. In four months, you are the only one.

[molotov]

Well, rest assured. I might be the first, but I will not be the last. And eventually, you will be changed into an animal or a child or something completely unlike yourself.

[assassino]

I hope not. It would be terribly uncomfortable.

[molotov]

It is not that bad.

[assassino]

Have you ever been an animal?

[molotov]

A kitten. Samson was a puppy once, too. Most people get turned into an animal at some point.

[assassino]

I wonder why the castle has such an interest in animals?

[molotov]

Probably because animals are one of the few things that can still feel things. People occasionally get turned into inanimate objects, but I imagine those are less interesting experiments for the castle.

After animals, being turned back into a child -- or into an adult, for younger people -- is probably the most common loss.

[assassino]

True, but animals don't have souls. [teasing...]

[molotov]

They made a movie that proves you wrong, you know. Every Dog Gets Into Heaven, you should watch it.

[assassino]

Ah, but how does an animal confess his sins? If there is no confession, there is no redemption for animals.

[molotov]

That is only for Catholics.

[assassino]

Why would the others think differently?

[molotov]

Confession before a priest is only required for Catholics. Perhaps also for some smaller divisions of Protestantism, but it is associated almost fully with Catholicism.

Every other religion believes that one can confess directly to God, and surely you believe God capable of knowing the contents of the minds and hearts of every being.

[assassino]

For someone who does not believe in God, you do seem to be somewhat of an expert.

[molotov]

I know a great deal about every religion. I have been trained to blend into every culture.

[assassino]

How do you have time to learn all these things? Just killing people in my own region takes a lot of time, and I can't imagine reading books is any faster in the future than it is now.

[molotov]

I spent years in intense training when I was younger. And now, in the modern day, we have -- well, has Stephanie explained the internet to you?

[assassino]

No. What is the internet?

[molotov]

Hm. Imagine that you write a letter to someone across the world, and they can receive it instantly, and reply immediately. Everything in the world is instant and connected. Knowledge, movies, music, pictures, everything. Anything you need to find out, you can pull a device out of your pocket and look it up, at any time or any place.

That is the internet.

[assassino]

[The fuck?]

So... it's a journal, but you can look at it like a television, and whatever you see is immediately put in your memory?

[molotov]

Well, not... really. It is hard to explain, but it is like a television connected to a vast network of all of the world's information. And everyone who is connected can communicate with each other if they choose. You can purchase things, watch videos, read books, play games.

We have a sort of tiny version of it here, called Castlenet, but very few people use it.

[assassino]

A network? And when one purchases things with it, how are they delivered?

[molotov]

Da, a network. When you buy things, the information goes to a warehouse, where they keep the goods. The goods are then packaged and shipped to you by a delivery service.