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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[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal just rolls her eyes, Gods, you people. So deadpan:]

We can't? Oh dear, look at me, defying the laws of nature again, oops.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[How is this relevant ... to building a clubhouse cabin ...

Brock just sighs and orders another beer, goddamn.]

[molotov]

[Look, Samson. All work and no play makes you a dull boy, all right?

Molotov crosses her legs at the ankle, and then plops them into Brock's lap. Personal cushion, go!]

Anyway, back to your miserable failure of a project. Where in the hell are you going to put this thing?

[just-a-cycle.livejournal.com]

[ Yes, pray tell. Where is this bad boy going? ]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[Logan finishes off his first beer and follows Brock's order up with one of his own.]

You want it within sight of the castle or further out than that?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock sort of eyes Spike at that. This was your job, dude, figuring out where to put it! Spike Spiegel: Head of Spacial Awareness.

Anyway, he shrugs, ignoring Molotov's rudeness in favor of Logan's more relevant question.]

Well, inside the barrier thing. I don't really want it out in the Dead Zone, for obvious reasons. But far enough away where stupid bullshit won't wind up at the door all the time.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[He didn't know he had his own title. Spike doesn't even react to Brock's look, or Mal's eye roll. Honestly, his attention span for this kind of thing (planning and maps and whatever) dried up awhile ago, even when there's suddenly vampires involved.]

Somewhere in the woods. [Surprisingly(!) he picked up on something relevant after all. He looks at Mal then, although kind of distantly, thinking about that incident a few weeks back again.] Just not the bleeding ones.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I'm fairly certain those woods stopped bleeding when they set the big tree on fire.

[molotov]

You never know. Perhaps all of the trees in this asinine world have blood for sap. When is the last time anyone actually went out and tapped a tree for maple syrup?

[just-a-cycle.livejournal.com]

Depends on who around here would be willing to do that kind of work, doesn't it? [ All this wishing. It'll just make people soft 8| ]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

There's no blood in the damn trees. [He'd smell it if there was.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[This conversation ... keeps getting derailed. By stupid stuff. HEAD IN HANDS AGAIN, this is maddening.]

Bleeding trees or not. In the woods. Yeah.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[It was worth bringing up. He hasn't really checked on them lately. ... Looking over at Brock. You alright, man?]

... Was that all? [Obviously doesn't know what building a cabin entails exactly. Maybe they can hire people who don't know you can just wish for money.]

[molotov]

Well, we have absolutely no location, no one with experience, and poorly drawn plans for a one room box. I cannot imagine what else we could possibly need.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a small miracle?

[just-a-cycle.livejournal.com]

[ ...yeah, Jet would put a miracle on the list, too.

This is gonna be a huge pain in the ass, isn't it? ]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Maybe a lotta beers.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[God, so much glaring at you two ladies. So much hate. All the hate.]

Beer would probably help, yeah.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Smiling at that run down. Who needs plans? They'll wing it.]

Came to the right place, then.

[molotov]

Too bad they do not deliver to forest playhouses.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, because alcohol is exactly the thing you need around men who don't know what they're doing, while equipped with dangerous tools.

[just-a-cycle.livejournal.com]

Yeah, usually. [ With any luck, nobody's an angry drunk. 8Ia ]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Someone bring a few six packs.

That it or you ladies got any other talkin' to do?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[What if Brock was an angry drunk ..........]

I think we're all set. Or as set as we're gonna be.

[molotov]

So, not set at all, but ready to engage in this stupidity?