Happy birthday!

[samson]

Who: Brock, Molotov, people Molotov likes (not necessarily people Brock likes)
What: Molotov's birthday party!
When: Tuesday, 8/7, 2pm
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: Probably PG?? it is a mystery

Today is Molotov's birthday and she's turning 40 (but don't tell anybody).

Brock had left the cabin doors unlocked so the party guests could filter in and hide before he arrived with Molotov. Or they could just stand around and not hide; Brock didn't really care. As long as people actually showed up, he was cool with whatever.

His cabin was decorated in pretty standard birthday party fare, with streamers hanging from the ceiling and balloons scattered throughout. There was also a table with snacks and a bunch of dumb party hats on it. And there was a lot of alcohol.

Like, a lot of it.

Because what kind of birthday doesn't have an irresponsible amount of booze?

[ hiding!!! | partying!!! ]

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HIDING

[samson]

[For those of you who haven't been here before, the cabin is pretty much just a giant room. Think studio apartment. There's a kitchen, a sofa with a coffee table, and a record player in the corner with a modest vinyl collection. Apart from the party decorations and tables set up with snacks and alcohol, there's also a dartboard hanging from the wall and a mostly-empty book shelf.

Brock said not to touch anything before he and Molotov got here.

But who the hell really cares what that guy says anyway?

Find a hiding spot, screw around with his stuff, mingle, get drunk, whatever!]

[wagers]

[Vriska's already touching things and ogling and flipping through anything that even resembles a book and then she is flopping on the couch, kicking her feet up while resting her gift safely on her stomach. Yeah!]

Some hive this is! [She's being facetious...]

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy is just sort of milling around, being very careful not to knock shit over with his tail and/or giant stone hand. Because some people are respectful of others' space!!!]

"Hive"?

1/2

[wagers]

[Why do people have to question her terms? Why this.]

Oh my god! It's just another word for--

[wagers]

[Then she sees who it is. And her eyes widen. Don't mind her, she'll just be sputtering for a second.]

Y-you!

[hellshaped]

[OH NO IT'S THAT GIRL he punched across the town square that one time.]

Hi.

[Yeah that'll do it.]

[wagers]

[No. No geniality for you!]

Wow, who invited the jerk?!

[hellshaped]

[Vriska don't be rude!!!!!]

Look, calm down.

[wagers]

[You're being rude!]

I'm not even being excited enough to have "calm down" apply here!

[heloise]

[ Once she's done judging Brock for his lack of quality reading material lack of reading material! Lucrezia will be hiding behind the sofa, because where else can she hide in a dress? It takes all her effort to keep from giggling just out of giddiness. ]

[wagers]

[Oh, man! Molotov is probably coming really soon! She should probably get up and actually hide behind the couch she is resting on!

She stands all up on the cushions, and very craftily, rolls over the back of it-- YOU KNOW HOW KIDS DO-- and nearly tumbles to the floor right next to you. The box in her hand rustles and she cannot help but land on her back, looking up at this lady.]

You stole my idea!

[hellshaped]

[There's nothing big enough for him to hide behind. This is a little dumb.

So he just eyes the drinks warily. Why no tea or something, what gives...]

[assassino]

[Hiding? Hahaha, he just steps behind a curtain with his wine glass. See you soon when it's time to jump out.]

[echivoc]

[ Who the hell cares what that buffoon said indeed. Cross will be switching around a few vinyls from their original covers before...hiding.

"Hiding."

How the fuck does one that is 6'4" hide?? (Let alone Hellboy, as Cross glances at him. He might as well pretend to be a lifesized statue of himself.)

Cross decides to just chill on the side of the bookcase that keeps him out of view of the doorway. ]

[hellshaped]

[He sees you glancing .........]

I don't even know where to go.