048. In My Time Of Dying

[samson]

[For whatever reason, Molotov had delegated the party invitations to Brock. Which he didn't really mind; he just kind of shoved it on some castle ghosts, anyway. Easy peasy.]

[Delivered this morning to residents who are on good terms with Brock and/or Molotov.]



[With that out of the way, he's been at his cabin for most of the day, working on the fireplace and chimney. He's sort of given up on the pipe dream of a mason being among the castle residents, but whatever. Maybe he could get some kind of help if he was more broad about it?

He dictates into the journal.]

I have a couple projects if anybody's good with their hands or decent at heavy lifting. I'm building a fireplace and a greenhouse if anybody wants to help out with this stuff.

I can give you fake, magic money if you want. But I have beer, too.

[ooc. A note for invitations: if Molotov and/or Brock are at least vaguely aware of your character's existence and don't actively dislike them, they'll have gotten an invitation.]

Comments

that filter!

[heloise]

But why must I be older to attend?

forevs!

[samson]

'cause it's for grown-ups. Adults.

YEAH!

[heloise]

Was it Molotov who convinced you I am not one?

\o/

[samson]

What? No. You're like fourteen. That's not an adult where I come from.

[asseenontv]

I can help lift things, if you would like.

[samson]

Yeah, that'd help.

I'm out by my cabin, it's sort of southwest of the castle. Just off the side of the road, in the woods.

[asseenontv]

I'll come by in an hour or two then.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Hank+Parties=???]

'Fake, magic money'.

[samson]

Well, you can just wish them up anyway.

[cheerupemoborg]

True.

Well, I happen to be adept at both, if that's what you need.

[msattentionspan]

People need to dress up?

[samson]

You might look stupid if you don't.

[msattentionspan]

Why, just 'cuz everyone else'll dress up?

That filter forever

[mal_addict]

...Which day is Halloween again?

[The fact she's considering coming out of her room at all is something. Since the nightmare mess she's been holed up]

yeeess

[samson]

[He's a little surprised to hear from her, since he hadn't seen her about in weeks, but... he's not going to say anything....... because awkward.]

Uhh. It's the 31st. Of this month.

It's like next week.

[mal_addict]

Right. [Gods she has to get an Earth calendar at some point]

I might make an appearance.

[chocoponying]

[If he only had hands... This is sad. Either way he's surprised he got an invitation.]

Wasn't this Halloween thing a children celebration? [With all the candy and stuff.]

[samson]

Kinda. But there's gonna be booze, so.

[chocoponying]

That works.

dictated;

[luthored]

How big of a greenhouse?

dictated;

[samson]

Not huge. About eight by twelve.

There's a big one by the castle if you wanted more room for something.

dictated;

[luthored]

No, just curious.

Well I'm not exactly a construction worker, but if you come up short on help, let me know. My name is Lana.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike's response comes in late, since he's been known to disappear from the castle for days. (Which means he totally missed the invitation...)

But he's also currently storing important things at Brock's place, so he feels like he should keep tabs on whoever is helping. It's a shame he can't have Ed do background checks on them.]

Don't forget the moat.

dictated forever!

[samson]

[That will be a nice surprise if Spike decides to go to the cabin that night. It's filled with drunk people in ludicrous costumes, what's even happening?]

That got vetoed by Molotov. [Because she said it was stupid.]

[gottaknockhard]

[And nobody bothered to run it by him. As usual!]

How's that? [This doesn't bode well for their man cave.]