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

[samson]

[True!!!]

Oh. Yeah, I know what you mean. [He actually feels pretty lucky he managed to avoid that whole nightmare thing, so ...]

[mal_addict]

Still, typical castle shenanigans, really. You have to pick yourself up form them eventually.

[samson]

Yeah. I guess the only alternative would be screwing off into the woods, but those guys hate us, so. You just gotta deal with it.

[mal_addict]

I'd prefer to remain in the place where I know I can get a decent supply of coffee anyway.