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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[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[God, he wishes Molotov's feet were on the ground so he could kick her in the fucking shin.]

I don't think it'll be that hard. I mean I'm not putting in stairs or anything. It'll just be a big room. Four walls, a door, windows ...

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Irritating Brock is always fun]

Pink frilly curtains...

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

You needed a blueprint for that?

[molotov]

Of course he does. He would not want to hurt his brain by remembering "four walls, a door, windows". And a roof, Samson, do not forget the roof.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[Logan operates on Logan time so he comes in late, hoping most of the socializing is over and done with. :| He sits down and orders a beer.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[If by "socializing," you mean "mocking Brock," probably not! What is his life.

Brock arches an eyebrow a little at ... this guy.] Logan, right?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal will lean over to peer at Logan a bit]

You know, he does look a little like a lumberjack...

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike forgot to ask if the other two were helping or were just there to add commentary, but he tipped his newly-acquired beer to greet the slightly more promising newcomer.

Hope you don't mind being conned into doing most of the work, bro.]

[molotov]

[Molotov exhales a mouthful of cigarette smoke and shakes her head.]

He does not look like a lumberjack. He would need a big, bushy beard for that. Bushier. [SHE MEANS A HUGE LUMBERJACK-Y BEARD]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[Logan looks up, shooting a very annoyed glance in Maladict's direction.]

Yeah. Logan. [He gestures with his beer towards Molotov in greeting.] You the ones building the cabin?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

That's us. [He gestures around the table, though ... maybe he already knows Molotov? SUSPICIOUS.]

Molotov, Maladict, Spike.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal just gives him a very smug and very fang-y smile]

A pleasure.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Noticing the fangs over here like it's such a novel concept. (He knew it!) And then... you know, pretending not to care, as usual.]

How long do you think it'll take?

[molotov]

[Molotov just smiles at Logan and tilts her beer toward him as well.]

Including the inevitable screw-ups and necessary rebuilds?

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[Fangs don't surprise Logan. Look, one of his friends back home is a blue dude with fangs and a tail.]

How big we talkin'?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Oh, but it's right on these blueprints! Except you can't see them because somebody has her damn feet up on the table.

So, Brock ... shoves Molotov's feet off the floorplan. Again. Bluh.]

500 square feet, one story. Not that big.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal peers at the blueprints again]

You have to factor in the castle as well. You never know when it might send some big, stompy thing which would ruin any building work.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you put a fence around it...

[molotov]

Or a moat.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Electrify the fence.

Thing's big enough the moat's just gonna slow it down.

[He yanks out a cigar and lights it up.]

Still, shouldn't take that long.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Are they seriously discussing electric fences and moats? Seriously? Jesus christ. Why ... did he think this was a good idea ...]

Right.

So, you're on lumber detail, I guess. I don't ... actually know what you other guys are doing.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal shrugs] I'm here for my own amusement. And perhaps for lifting and carrying, if I'm feeling generous.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike's telling you what angle to put the TV, they've been over this...]

You needed someone to help pick the spot, didn't you?

[molotov]

I am here to offer motivational commentary.

/sliiiides in

[just-a-cycle.livejournal.com]

[ Jet is not typically late to affairs such as these, even if he was only roped in because of a certain bounty-hunting partner of his. In fact, he usually makes it a point not to be late, because goddamn if someone shouldn't show up on time like they're a reliable human being. Kind of an old habit.

Well, a man has his exceptions, too. You know, when he has to stop and get directions as to where he's supposed to go. So he'll just sort of walk in and find a wall or something to lean against like he usually does, and try listening for an idea of who what he might be dealing with. Don't mind lurky mclurkerson over here. ]