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[molotov]

[For the first time since she came off her loss as a horrible teenage spy, Molotov is in a good mood. For the most part, she tends to not mind losses that much, but she had forgotten how lonely and tiring it was to be so angry and paranoid, especially when she had to do it without her father/handler this time around. But this morning, she woke up in an inexplicably excellent humor, and decided to make the most of it.

That means, after her bears were all taken care of, she is out and about! There are a few specific things she has in mind, though.]

[Filtered to those who are looking for property in town]

Hello to anyone who might be able to see this. I am Molotov, and I currently have open space on the main floor of my building available for rent. While the building itself is in the business district, the space can be used for either a shop or a smaller home. Some construction would be necessary to add rooms for a home. I am the only other tenant; my office is on the second floor. Do not worry about being disturbed, as I only visit my office once a day for several hours, and I have a private entrance. Rent is negotiable. Please contact me if this interests you.

[Filtered to Vriska Serket]

How would you like some ice cream?

[Clinic]

[Molotov, after two years in the castle, has realized that your friends can disappear at any moment, and that means you have to keep decent tabs on them. The one friend missing from her check-in roster right now is also generally the grumpiest. But a good lunch from town (delivered by a pretty lady) can make any man smile, right? So she has a bag of fancy sandwiches and stuff. Also bottles of soda, because it's probably not professional to bring a working doctor alcohol. Even if that doctor is House.

So now she's in the clinic, peering around for House while also being nosy and poking through various clinic accoutrements.]

[Molotov has spent the rest of the day just floating around the castle, being as pleasant as she's capable of! Run into her?]

Comments

Molotov

[wagers]

Hell yeah! That could be a thing!

Vriska

[molotov]

Would you prefer ice cream from town, or from the kitchen?

Molotov

[wagers]

Town! At least it'd be away from all the losers around here.

Vriska

[molotov]

Meet me in the lobby, and we can go.

[atrophied]

[ Food works. Alcohol would have made it better (ethics be damned), but the food does work. ]

The good stuff is over that way. Under lock, but that wouldn't stop you, would it?

[molotov]

Not ordinarily, but I seem to have forgotten my pick set. Lunch?

[atrophied]

I'd love to. Wall or gurney view?

[molotov]

Gurney sounds exciting. We can think about someone dying of a mysterious ailment on it.

[20thcentury]

[Jenny is on her way to the pool, having just descended all the dumb stairs that lead up to the tower she lives in. She pauses when she notices Molotov, because ...]

You weren't just a lot younger the other day, were you?

[molotov]

[Molotov pauses too, her face falling from pleasant to flat for a just a moment.]

It was not intentional.

[20thcentury]

[She smiles a bit in response to that, absently shifting the towel slung over her shoulder.]

I wouldn't think so. You look quite different with your hair up; I didn't recognize you.

[molotov]

I used to keep it up so tight that it would make my head ache. A leftover habit from gymnastics.

[heloise]

[ There goes a Lucrezia quickly hiding behind the nearest corner before she could be sure if Molotov still has a ponytail or not. She'll wait for the danger to pass for now. ]

[molotov]

[Oh, Lucrezia. When are you going to learn that it's much harder than that to dodge Molotov?

Molotov doesn't follow her -- instead, she walks by, then cuts around to appear behind Lucrezia.]

Lusha.

[heloise]

[ She jumps out of her skin and backs against the wall. Oh look, no ponytail. ]

Molotov. Are you still...?

[molotov]

Young? Obviously not.

Property filter

[takethat]

Has... anybody claimed that space for rent yet?

Filtered

[molotov]

Nyet, but it is not first come, first serve. I will have to interview any potential tenants, as my office contains sensitive information. I would need to be able to trust whoever rents from me.

Oh, and cost negotiations, of course.

Filtered onward

[takethat]

Right, makes sense... I'd be uh... interested? See, I've been looking for a place to start up a law practice in town....

Property Filter!

[wheatdos]

[Have a rather enthusiastic British accent over the filter.]

Um, Hello, love! D-do you think that that apartment you were talking about could have space for two possibly? A friend and I... uh, we're looking for a place...

[Though with his friendly voice, he gave a nervous laugh, cleared his throat and continued on.]

Somewhere with... well, less children...
No one to scream and run around breaking things. Bits like that.

filtered forever

[molotov]

And how would you be paying your rent? Do you have jobs?

And everrrrr~

[wheatdos]

Aha, You bet!

[He suddenly sounds incredibly proud of himself.]

We work for science! Have to admit, the human concept for money still is a bit new to me, but-but seems easy enough. Work. Get that... pay you. Can do that, no problem.

Apologies for the late and the upcoming slow

[wintercat]

I might, perhaps, be interested. I am looking for a space large enough for both me and my two daughters. [And a giant direwolf...]

no worries!

[molotov]

I believe the space would be large enough for three, particularly if your daughters were willing to share a bedroom. Even if not, there should be enough room for three smaller bedrooms.

<3

[wintercat]

That would suit our purposes well enough. [A pause] I should also mention that my youngest daughter keeps a direwolf. While not quite tame, the animal would not disobey her.