041. In The Light

[samson]

[Molotov's friends]
[Brock's not really expecting much of a response to this -- the last time he made this filter, like three people replied. And one of them had gone home since then. But still, it was worth a shot.

This is written!] It's Brock. Molotov's birthday is next month, so I thought it would be nice if we threw her a party.
[/filter]

[In the meantime, he's working on his car out by the cabin. He'd finally managed to get the garage up, which took a hell of a lot longer than he'd have liked, between getting distracted by world changes and doing Husband Stuff.

The garage is right next to the cabin, the door open as Brock works underneath his car. He has the journal open nearby just in case there's a response or anything else important happening.]

[ooc. open in person if you're out that way for whatever reason!]

Comments

[sometimesbeth]

[ This Fourth of July has been boring so far. There aren't any fireworks happening or any sort of celebration, so exploring the forest it is! And she knows there's a cabin around here, but she doesn't know where exactly.

Surprisingly, she doesn't get lost and finds it after some time.

GOD, BROCK. WHY ARE YOU LIKE 394875957849 FEET TALL. ]

When did you get a car?

[samson]

[REMEMBER TO EAT YOUR VEGETABLES, KATE. Or drink your milk. Something like that.

Brock looks ... over ............... who is this kid what's happening.]

Christmas. [A pause.] Last Christmas.

[sometimesbeth]

I didn't realize the castle could send something like a car.

[samson]

Yeah, that Crowley guy has one too. I think some people get horses and stuff ... Vereesa had, like, a gryphon or something. I've seen that thing around.

[sometimesbeth]

Seriously? Those things are real in other worlds?

filter

[heloise]

We should bake her a cake in the shape of a bear!

filter forever!

[samson]

She might like it too much to eat it.

yay

[heloise]

That is a good problem, is it not?

[samson]

It would be a waste of cake!

[molotov]

[Molotov walks very quietly into the garage, past the lower half of her husband's body.

Then she leans through the open driver's side window and holds the horn down. PAY ATTENTION TO ME.]

[samson]

[WOW

WHAT

Brock immediately sits up in shock, or rather he attempts to sit up in shock

because he's under the car

so he just winds up slamming his head against the undercarriage instead.]

Son of a --

[molotov]

[Molotov yanks the neckline of her shirt down a little (no catsuit today!). That should help.

Then she hoists herself up onto the hood of the car and lies down. Waiting. Smiling. Pleased with herself.]

[samson]

[Once he stops seeing stars, Brock violently pulls himself out from under the car, head whipping around furiously to find whom he is sure is his bitch of a wife!!!

Once he sees that she's on his car, he stands up and just glares at her.] The hell!

Filter

[atrophied]

[ Give House a moment. He's trying to get over his shock at being someone's friend. ]

Sorry. I don't do parties.

Filter forever!

[samson]

[Wow, is it possible Molotov made a new friend ... this guy's voice isn't familiar ...]

I mean like, we can all give her presents and stand around drinking.

[atrophied]

Don't do standing either.

[samson]

Sit around drinking ...

friend of molotov filter ]

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh my God, I love throwing parties!

forever!

[samson]

Ha! I thought you would.

[iamdamnloyal]

Do you need help? I can totally help!

[samson]

Yeah, if you want to. She's pretty low-key, but she goes for a lot of flashy, sparkly stuff, you know? As far as decorations go.

mol's friends filter

[echivoc]

You mean she won't shoot us for throwing a surprise birthday party? [ joking tone!! ]

forever!

[samson]

As long as nobody mentions her age.

indeedy!

[echivoc]

So no numbers posted anywhere, especially on the cake. Should we put the number of candles on her cake in accordance to her age, though?

[samson]

Nah, probably just a couple candles... I think they do birthday pies in Russia, but hell if I know how that works.