033. Royal Orleans

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]

I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

Comments

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock just looks pissed off! Because he is Brock, that's how he looks.] It's a hobby. It's not a waste of time. I want to do it this way.

[molotov]

Rebuilding a cabin over and over again is not a "hobby", Brock, it is insanity.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

It's not -- twice, this is only the second time.

[He pauses a moment to look at the car-shaped hole in the wall.]

Maybe I should have built it further away ...

[molotov]

Including the initial build, this will be the third time you have built this thing, Samson. And now you do not even have someone to provide the wood for you. You seem to think the wishes are something malevolent, but I think it is the other way around. I think this is the castle's way of giving us something to maintain our sanity with.

After all, for all your refusal of magic, you are still here, da? You still got turned into a high school child and a pirate and a dog, da? Da. So maybe wishing for raw lumber is not the worst thing in the world.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I don't like magic bullshit. It doesn't have anything to do with malevolence. I just don't like using it.

[molotov]

You lived next to a magic corpse rapist for years.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

That's ... not what a necromancer is, doll.

[molotov]

Well, it does not matter, because you only seem to have an issue with it here.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I don't use magical castle "wishes" at home either, Mol.

[molotov]

[Glaring!] You also do not live with me at home!

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

That -- what? What does that have to do with stupid castle magic?

[molotov]

It means you cannot use any kind of excuse like that here!

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

So everything I do at home ... I can't do here. Because there's a magic castle. What?

[molotov]

Nyet, it means you cannot live like nothing has changed!

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

What are you even talking about. I just don't want to use magic wood, okay? What does that even have to do with you?

[molotov]

It has to do with me because every moment you waste on this project is a moment not spent with me!

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Now he's looking at her like maybe she's insane ... which is probably not a smart thing to do, considering she's holding a grenade.]

You want me to spend every waking minute with you.

[molotov]

Can you do this stupid thing in a few hours? Nyet, you will spend weeks on it. And since you refuse to give me any other peace of mind, da, I have to spend the vast majority of my time watching you.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Nobody said you couldn't hang out with me while I -- wait, what? I don't need a babysitter, you asshole.

[molotov]

Well, as you refuse to fully commit to me, I must assume there is an ulterior motive. And that means that da, you do need a babysitter.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock briefly considers knocking himself in the face with the flat edge of one of these axes. What the fuck, lady?]

An ulterior -- lady, I just want a hobby. A hobby that I don't have to rush through! We're together, right, but that doesn't mean we're the same goddamn person.

[molotov]

Who is making you rush?! You cannot even chop the wood on your own, so why does it matter if you use logs from the castle?

[Molotov is getting closer and closer to pulling the pin on her grenade.]

You do not want to spend your time with me? This is fine. You can spend your time cleaning up a crater instead.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Look, calm down. I didn't say I don't want to spend time with you.

I just don't want to involve magic in building this thing, alright? If you want to help me cut down trees, or just sit there and ... I don't know, dictate ...

[molotov]

[Molotov just glares. It is quite clear that she doesn't exactly think highly of these options.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's a good thing Brock knows what revs Molotov's motor! He drops the axes to the ground on either side of him with a thunk, and slowly approaches her.]

C'mon ... I can take my shirt off ... you can tell me what to do ...