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

[heloise]

They ought to. I could teach you how if you promise to keep my secret.

[samson]

That's not enough for a bargain.

[heloise]

Oh? What can I add to the contract then?

[samson]

Stay out of grown up parties.

[heloise]

That defeats the intention.

[samson]

Hey, my hands are tied, Lu. You're gonna have to go further up the chain of command for this one. [By which he means Molotov.]

[heloise]

But your master is not here. [ Nope, it can't be the wife. ]

[samson]

[pffftt...] I mean you have to ask Molotov.

[heloise]

Molotov commands you? [ Wow whipped! ]

[samson]

No, no. [Yes.]

I mean this party is her thing.

[heloise]

[ She sighs. ] Will there be another time?

[samson]

What, another party? Probably.

[heloise]

Then, next time?

[samson]

I'll make sure you can go.

[heloise]

Is that a promise with a pinkie?

[samson]

You have pinkie swears in Rome?

[heloise]

There will be once I teach them, starting with the Pope.

[samson]

Ha. Well, okay. Sure. I pinkie swear.

[heloise]

That you have. [ Yeah verbal pinkie swear! ]

[samson]

[Awesome!!!] Are you cool now? Not going to pout or anything?

[heloise]

I am still pouting!

[samson]

Tell you what, come over before the party and I'll give you a ton of candy.

[heloise]

Then I must trick you first.

[samson]

It's trick or treat. Did somebody forget to tell you that?

[heloise]

Oh. I thought one comes after the other.