☠ 029 ; forward-dated to morning

[mc_blackheart]

[Good morning, Paradisa! It's seven thirty AM, and your alarm from the journal for this morning is a rousing screech of anger as Molotov catches sight of herself in the mirror. Some stuff breaks, and then:]

I wonder... if I cut them off...

[Later on in the day, if you're out and about on the grounds, you might notice a brand! new! elf! wandering

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[icarustattoo]

[Oh, screeching and breaking stuff. A normal morning.

Brock immediately throws the covers off and like, does a somersault off the bed, grabbing the dagger off the nightstand.]

What --?!

[mc_blackheart]

[Hey, breaking stuff is not normal. Not when they're sleeping in her room.

Molotov doesn't break her own things, thanks.

She's in the bathroom with a knife, trying to figure out the best angle to lop off these horrible ears at.]

Go back to bed, Samson.

[icarustattoo]

[SQUINT. What is her problem ...

Brock gets up and carefully heads into the bathroom, brow furrowed.]

No, you're making too much noise for me to -- oh holy shit.

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov pauses, knife at her ear, then glares and points at him.]

Do not look at me like this!

1/I don't know

[tomatoandbasil]

[Man, what an awesome day this is. All nice and cool and autumn and shit. Yeah, perfect day to be an elf.

Speaking of, what's that noise? Alleyne's ears perk up. Is someone nearby?]

[tomatoandbasil]

[Lookin' a look. Are you over here?

What about here?

Oh you must be here then. Oh, hi. May as well greet you.]

Are you new----

[tomatoandbasil]

[Wait a second. That red hair. That eyepatch. It can't be.]

....Don't I know you....?

[tomatoandbasil]

[It has to be.]

M-Molotov?

[arrowonthewind]

[Alleria is walking around, enjoying being an elf in this kind of weather! It reminds her of Quel'Thalas, of the eternally green and yellow forests of Eversong, and she's only a little startled when she sees a Quel'dorei appear as if out of her thoughts.

And so, she approaches! Here, have an elf.]

Sinu a'manore. Are you new to this place?

[mc_blackheart]

[Uhhhh... Molotov really does not want to talk to another elf. Especially one she doesn't know well enough to truly hate for her personality, rather than her... species.]

No.

[arrowonthewind]

[A frown!] Really? I apologize for not having greeted you sooner, then.

I am Alleria Windrunner.

[mc_blackheart]

Oh. I see.

[Hey Alleria, are you not noticing that she doesn't exactly have the right accent to be an elf?]

Well, thank you for introducing yourself. I should go.

[corruptedcore]

Cutting things is a specialty of mine, if you need any... help~

[mc_blackheart]

[Oh, is that someone on the journal? Of course that damn thing opened on its own. In the bathroom. Where Molotov didn't bring it.]

I do not even know you. And anyway, I am perfectly capable of cutting off my own ears, thank you.

[corruptedcore]

Nor are patients usually closely acquainted with the surgeons who remove and replace parts inside their bodies. And I'm not even asking for that much.

Is there a cause for this sudden burst of masochistic behavior?

[mc_blackheart]

Most people generally choose their surgeons based on reputation, not based on which random person without any credentials offered first.

A change in form.

[echivoc]

[sorry, Cross is so recognizing how familiar you look to a female redhead he knows...]

Good afternoon. [he still has manners, after all!]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov is pretending she doesn't know you!]

And you.

[echivoc]

[m'kay, he'll call you out in a moment, elf!Molotov.]

Have you just arrived in Paradisa?

[mc_blackheart]

[Okay, stab you then, Cross!]

... Yes.