☠ 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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Room 509

[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!

[icarustattoo]

Don't -- cut your ears off, what the hell are you doing!

[Brock stomps over to try and wrest the knife away!]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov tries to keep the knife!]

They are hideous!

[icarustattoo]

Yeah, and they probably have a ton of nerve endings, so if you want to bleed to death --

Give me that!

[mc_blackheart]

Nyet! I know how to bandage, I can handle the pain! I do not want these, Brock!

[icarustattoo]

And what do you think's gonna happen to 'em once you go back to normal? Calm the hell down, I will knock you out if you don't cut that shit out!

[mc_blackheart]

They will be fine when I go back to normal!

[Brock, can you not tell that maybe your girlfriend is distressed? Perhaps you should try comfort, instead of threats.]

[icarustattoo]

[He can't comfort her if she's an inch away from suffering massive disfigurement from her own hand! He just woke up, cut him some slack.

Brock rubs at his face!!!!!!]

They look fine, stop freaking out. What's the big deal? It's just a loss.

[mc_blackheart]

I cannot walk around looking like this, Samson! Like... ugh.

[icarustattoo]

What? You're totally hot. Molotov, I got turned into a dog, there's worse things.

[mc_blackheart]

Da, da, we have all been small, furry animals, Brock. But this... to be turned into some barbaric, subhuman... thing like this...

[MOLOTOV REALLY HATES ELVES]

[icarustattoo]

The hell are you talking about?

[mc_blackheart]

I am an elf, Samson.