047. Houses of the Holy

[samson]

[Brock's dumb cabin is missing a wall.

Again.

This isn't that unusual. Shit happens to the cabin with such frequency that sometimes he wonders why the hell he even built it in the first place. But this time, there are no bullet holes everywhere; there is no car sticking halfway out of the thing. There's just a missing wall, with log rubble (?) around it, pushed to the sides.

And Brock is standing there, covered in dust and dirt, clutching a hammer in one hand and the journal in the other, tools scattered on the ground around him. There's also a dog wandering the ruins but Brock's not really paying attention to that. Too busy staring at the horror he has wrought on his own cabin.

Because: he was going to build a fireplace but then he realized he doesn't know how to build a fireplace.

He did not think this through.]

Damn it.

[Hey look, Brock is dictating into the journal. He sounds a little tired and annoyed, but also embarrassed. Kind of. As much as he can be, anyway.]

So ... does anyone know anything about like ... masonry, or ...

[Harmony]
[AND LATER......... he makes a filter to Harmony yeahhhh!!!!]

So, hey. I wanted to talk to you about, uh ... something.

[ooc. open over the journal ofc and also in the woods/by brock's cabin if you happen to be over there for whatever reason!!]

Comments

[mal_addict]

Again? Really?

[samson]

[DEFENSIVELY] No, it's a different ... thing. Kind of.

I did it on purpose this time.

[mal_addict]

[Brock what]

...Why would you do it yourself?

[samson]

I wanted to put a fireplace in. Like ... a chimney and whatever ...

[mal_addict]

And you...destroyed your cabin while doing it?

Brock, I think you need to understand what building means. It means you add to something, not take away.

Brock :D

[iamdamnloyal]

Hi! What's up?

Harmony!!!

[samson]

Okay, this is kind of ... like, awkward. But you're pretty much the most normal woman I know, so ...

[You can do it, Brock. BE STRONG. Talk about your feelings and concerns like a little girl.]

Molotov's been acting ... weird ... since that fairy thing. I don't know if you have any ideas why.

Brock <3

[iamdamnloyal]

Are you sure it's not about her bears? She seemed really upset about that.

Harmonyyyyy

[samson]

I thought she was okay now ... I mean, she went to that party. But she's been avoiding me since then, so I dunno. Maybe she got pissed about it again.

[iamdamnloyal]

Did you do anything at the party? I mean, it was sort of weird with fairy wine and masks and dancing... and I think there was a chocolate fountain.

[assassino]

[Lots of other guys would tiptoe around Brock after kissing his wife, but not Ezio. Ezio doesn't consider kissing infidelity (even if he knows Brock and Molotov will) so Ezio doesn't really give a fuck.

I mean, he's not going to mention it, but sure, he's not bothered.]

Not a thing, Samson. What did you do?

[samson]

[Yeah, Ezio won't mention it just like he won't mention Molotov being a virgin, huh? Ezio.

No, it's fine. Brock is completely unaware anything happened.]

I wanted to put a fireplace in my cabin, but it looks like I'm gonna have to go to the library or something.

google: "how do people make things out of stone". first hit: minecraft.

[assassino]

[He pleads drunk.]

It cannot be that hard. Put a brick down, put a layer of... whatever that is, and then put another brick down.

problem solved!!!

[samson]

[Drunk..... or huge jackass? You decide.]

Mortar. I just don't want to give myself like ... carbon monoxide poisoning if I don't do it right.

totally!!!

[assassino]

[Both.]

Hmm? I have never heard of that, people from my time do not get it.

[heloise]

Are you welding daggers for your wife now?

[samson]

I was trying to build a fireplace for her. But probably she'd like the daggers better.

[heloise]

And why a fireplace, Brock?

[samson]

I figured girls like that kind of stuff, right? Fireplaces and bear skin rugs and whatever.

[heloise]

You may find Molotov's and my preferences differ greatly.

this is late, but hiatus-whatever I wanted ducks

[gottaknockhard]

[It's probably not a surprise with the gaping hole in the wall that wildlife would wander inside the cabin. Which is how a duck got in while Brock was busy with the journal.

Maybe he came to help.]

screams...............

[samson]

[Brock's distracted by the journal, but there is a dog in there. Kate's dog. That instantly starts growling when he sees the duck, HE KNOWS IT'S YOU SPIKE.

Anyway the growling catches Brock's attention and he closes the journal to take a look.] What the ... get out of here!

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike the duck doesn't seem as intimidated by growling and shouting as he should be. If anything, he's pointedly ignoring the dog (if that's possible for a duck to do) after a glance in its direction, and hopping up on the couch. Almost like he's daring them to say something about it.

Scratch helping - apparently he just wants to watch.]

[samson]

[Wow, what is the deal with this duck >:| Brock stares at it for a second, then goes over there and tries to shoo it away.]

Hey! Come on, go away.

[gottaknockhard]

[Hey, this duck was getting comfortable. He quacks a warning-quack once to let him know that he saw this spot first, then gets distracted by something in the couch.

Now he's probably digging for food. Brock doesn't have to entertain, he's happy on his own.]