023. Immigrant Song

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Filtered away from anybody who would use this information to be a jackass.]
[Dictated!]

Alright, so anybody who's interested in building that cabin thing I talked about, come over to Caritas and we'll start planning it.

I'm not picking up your tab, though, so bring your own fake impossible money.

[ooc. even if your character hadn't expressed interest before, feel free to show up now anyway & tag yourself in! questions re: this whole debacle can go outside the caritas thread. the filter is samson-speak for "evil characters," by the way, fff]

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CARITAS

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[In Caritas, Brock is seated at a table, smoking and drinking like he does, waiting for people to show up. It might have actually helped if he knew who anybody but Spike looked like, but, well, these details are unimportant when a guy is busy planning manly endeavors like building a motherfuckin' cabin.

He might have a big sheet of blueprint paper spread on the table as well, because if anything, Brock is not devoid of ridiculous tendencies.]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[She won't be drinking any alcohol, but Mal will be here, largely for her own amusement. She wants to see the guys try to build a fortress of manliness]

You even have a little drawing, too.

[molotov]

[Well, Brock, it's a good thing that your lady collects manly men! Because she knows what most of them look like. This will do Brock no good, though, because she didn't really tag along in the name of helpfulness. More like the name of "whiny bitchness".

She is seated next to Brock, also smoking and drinking, her chair tilted on the back two legs as she crosses her ankles and puts her feet on the table. On the blueprint paper. Because why not? She is supreme bitch, you know.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock side-eyes Molotov a little bit, because jesus, lady, that's the least helpful thing ever??

He will also be drinking enough alcohol to make up for Maladict's lack of drinking it. When the only two people here so far are incredibly aggressive and snarky women, he sort of needs it.]

It's a blueprint -- [He ... shoves Molotov's feet off the table.] It's like a building plan.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike comes in late, like he'd just gone there to drink and happened to bump into them. Sure. He raises an eyebrow at the blueprint before acknowledging anyone else. That's very... thought out. (You have the worst construction team possible, Brock.)]

Looks fun.


ooc: I'm going to say this happens in the interim between Spike leaving in this log (http://paradisalogs.livejournal.com/641406.html) and coming back to his room, if that works. :')

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[That's right, Brock, stick with the alcohol, it's a WISE choice. Mal decides not to go any closer in case Mol retaliates with that whole...feet pushing thing. She'd rather be out of the line of fire. In fact, she'll move aside for Spike to get closer, because hey, meat shield]

And you need that for a little clubhouse, do you?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock is beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea, actually. Bitchy, Snarky, and Lazy? Good lord, it will be a miracle if this thing even gets off the ground.]

It's a cabin ... [He nods to Spike. GOOD OF YOU TO SHOW UP, BRO.]

[molotov]

[Molotov's retaliation is to put her feet back on the blueprint, because that is easier than twisting to put her feet on Brock.]

It is a playhouse. For Samson and several other men. His ultimate dream.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[You poor bastard, Brock. Spike just smiles at Molotov, because he wasn't looking that closely at the blueprint in the first place, and takes a seat. He fiddles with a cigarette pack when he remembers--]

Wasn't one of them a lumberjack?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock makes a mental note to punch Molotov in the back later. Yes, this will do nicely.

He lets her keep her feet up and ignores her, god.]

I think so. Logan or something.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[This is what you get for not picking your friends more wisely, Brock]

...I don't think he's a lumberjack. Not to burst your bubble with your whole little...treehouse plan and everything.

[molotov]

[Molotov perks a up just a bit.]

Logan? He told me he was a teacher, not a lumberjack.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[HEAD IN HANDS.] It's a cabin ...

CARITAS

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[In Caritas, Brock is seated at a table, smoking and drinking like he does, waiting for people to show up. It might have actually helped if he knew who anybody but Spike looked like, but, well, these details are unimportant when a guy is busy planning manly endeavors like building a motherfuckin' cabin.

He might have a big sheet of blueprint paper spread on the table as well, because if anything, Brock is not devoid of ridiculous tendencies.]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[She won't be drinking any alcohol, but Mal will be here, largely for her own amusement. She wants to see the guys try to build a fortress of manliness]

You even have a little drawing, too.

[molotov]

[Well, Brock, it's a good thing that your lady collects manly men! Because she knows what most of them look like. This will do Brock no good, though, because she didn't really tag along in the name of helpfulness. More like the name of "whiny bitchness".

She is seated next to Brock, also smoking and drinking, her chair tilted on the back two legs as she crosses her ankles and puts her feet on the table. On the blueprint paper. Because why not? She is supreme bitch, you know.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock side-eyes Molotov a little bit, because jesus, lady, that's the least helpful thing ever??

He will also be drinking enough alcohol to make up for Maladict's lack of drinking it. When the only two people here so far are incredibly aggressive and snarky women, he sort of needs it.]

It's a blueprint -- [He ... shoves Molotov's feet off the table.] It's like a building plan.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike comes in late, like he'd just gone there to drink and happened to bump into them. Sure. He raises an eyebrow at the blueprint before acknowledging anyone else. That's very... thought out. (You have the worst construction team possible, Brock.)]

Looks fun.


ooc: I'm going to say this happens in the interim between Spike leaving in this log (http://paradisalogs.livejournal.com/641406.html) and coming back to his room, if that works. :')

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[That's right, Brock, stick with the alcohol, it's a WISE choice. Mal decides not to go any closer in case Mol retaliates with that whole...feet pushing thing. She'd rather be out of the line of fire. In fact, she'll move aside for Spike to get closer, because hey, meat shield]

And you need that for a little clubhouse, do you?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock is beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea, actually. Bitchy, Snarky, and Lazy? Good lord, it will be a miracle if this thing even gets off the ground.]

It's a cabin ... [He nods to Spike. GOOD OF YOU TO SHOW UP, BRO.]

[molotov]

[Molotov's retaliation is to put her feet back on the blueprint, because that is easier than twisting to put her feet on Brock.]

It is a playhouse. For Samson and several other men. His ultimate dream.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[You poor bastard, Brock. Spike just smiles at Molotov, because he wasn't looking that closely at the blueprint in the first place, and takes a seat. He fiddles with a cigarette pack when he remembers--]

Wasn't one of them a lumberjack?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock makes a mental note to punch Molotov in the back later. Yes, this will do nicely.

He lets her keep her feet up and ignores her, god.]

I think so. Logan or something.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[This is what you get for not picking your friends more wisely, Brock]

...I don't think he's a lumberjack. Not to burst your bubble with your whole little...treehouse plan and everything.

[molotov]

[Molotov perks a up just a bit.]

Logan? He told me he was a teacher, not a lumberjack.