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Who: Spike (

gottaknockhard), Lucrezia (

heloise), Joshua (

ofhope), Brock (

samson), and Molotov (

molotov)
What: Unfortunate results of cosplay
When: July 7th
Where: Brock's cabin -> Joshua's mansion
Rating: PG

The whole thing had been a pretty funny joke, if Spike stood back and looked at it. The obvious, harmless kind that the castle always takes one step too far.

When he went to the party, he hadn't actually planned on being invested in any of the festivities. His purpose for stopping by had involved curiosity over someone who he really had no right to be checking on, and maybe getting a bite to eat. Somehow that led him to wearing a costume of one of his best friends, right down to the toy knife at his side and a yellow wig that kept him scratching at his neck as it brushed against it. That was awkward enough, but the fact that Lucrezia took his lead and dressed as Brock's wife, just added a few layers.

Regardless, he hadn't needed much convincing when Lucrezia asked him to take her home.

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She lets go of Spike and goes to wander about the area while letting him do most, no who are we kidding, all the work. There is even a small patch of land for a vegetable garden, something she would never guess of a man like Brock. She crouches by it to play with the carrot leaves just sprouting out of the earth.

"Will he be angry to find you thus?"

"I don't know. Confused, probably." He keeps his voice down, just in case anyone is still in there. Paranoia is a big thing with him apparently. "I'd be careful with that, he may have some kind of alarm buried around it."

Lucrezia looks toward the cabin then proceeds to move closer to a window so she can try to peek inside. Who cares about alarms?

"We should say hello and good evening."

That gets a pretty big frown out of him. What's worse, is he's almost positive she's doing that just to be a tease. He doesn't grab her, but he pauses in his efforts to get the car to make sure she hears him.

"--No, we shouldn't."

"Why not?"

For once she really isn't being a tease. At least, she is only curious as to how Brock and Molotov would respond, knowing that they would never harm or upset her even if they were none too happy to see the castle's sense of humor.

Because he gets enough strange looks from Brock as it is. This would be different if he were drunk, then it would be funny.

He shrugs, slightly depressed at the thought.

"I don't know. They could be busy."

Lucrezia grins, taking that as an excuse because it surely is after midnight. Not that she knows what spies are up to in such hours, or that Brock and Molotov would be one. So she stands on tiptoes to reach the glass... and knock!

What are spies up to at such hours? Well, mostly sleeping. Usually. Brock typically didn't sleep out in the cabin unless Molotov was pissed at him, so they're actually pretty lucky (unlucky?) that he happens to be out there right now.

The castle knows better than to screw with his hair, apparently, so he still has his beautiful blond coif. But when he swings open the door (somewhat violently; people have been screwing around his cabin lately and he is just not going to to take it anymore) to glare at whatever rude person is tapping on his window in the dead of night, he certainly is dressed in a stupid blue suit with stupid blue shoes.

"Who the hell is out there? Go home."

See, that's exactly why Spike was telling her to leave the cabin alone. Of course this is the day Brock is inside -- which he figured was a possibility once the party started getting loud.

He doesn't quite see him from where he stands, but he stops what he's doing to walk over for backup.

...

Lucrezia regrets the knocking as soon as the door swings open to reveal a big and angry spy. Holy crap. Her first instinct of course is to scamper away from the window and back to Spike to hide behind him, finally keeping quiet. The men can work this out, right?

Molotov, who'd wound up simply following Brock out to the cabin from boredom, peers out from behind her husband, and also from under her new white hood. Everyone else looks dumb as hell, but she definitely lucked out, being sexy lady Ezio.

"Lusha," she says warmly, before anyone has a chance to fight. She's mostly ignoring Brock and Spike -- they can work out their own stupid swapped identities.

Brock's face is set in a perpetually irritated look right now (at the situation in general, really; things just keep getting stupider every day in Paradisa...), so when he glances over his shoulder at Molotov when she peeks out, it's a relatively unintentional glare.

Lusha...

"What are you doing out here?" he says, his tone less irritable once he realizes who it is. And then, belatedly, he realizes who Lucrezia's companion is, and --

"Uh."

There's an extremely long moment of silence from Spike's end as he puts together what he's seeing here. He even gets the reference to Ezio, but she looks a lot better in that than...

Man, that suit does not work for everyone.

"...We were getting the car."

Ladies know better, see? Molotov is being nice and normal too, not at all like her mean younger self that time, so Lucrezia sees little need to keep on hiding even despite her current state of dress (undress?). Stepping closer to her, she goes to gather her in a hug with a laugh.

"Look at us. We are quite the sight, are we not?"

"Da, you are," Molotov says, allowing Lucrezia to hug her. "You look so precious, you should dress more like me all the time! I am redoing your whole wardrobe once this thing is over with."

Work it out, boys, work it out.

Brock is too busy staring at Spike to notice that the girls aren't even bothered by this dumb predicament. That... wig and those... are those fake muscles what is even --

It's just stupid castle magic, Brock. Calm the hell down.

He takes a moment to take a deep, cleansing breath, then pinches the bridge of his nose. This fuckin' place.

"Right... for what?"

Spike, meanwhile, is baffling at Molotov and Lucrezia getting along; to the point that he doesn't notice Brock's reaction until he says something.

It's an understandable one, anyway. Of the four of them, he's confident that he looks the most ridiculous. (And that suit may not be Brock's style, but it's starting to grow on him.) At least if he decides to punch him, Spike has some extra padding.

"To take her home." A pause as something occurs to him. He hasn't actually tried that hard to get this costume off when he didn't have an alternative. "Although, it may be a good idea to... you know, switch before we go."

Lucrezia just basks in the attention, even doing a small twirl to show Molotov the outfit in its full glory. No reason to be embarrassed if even the original commends her look. "And you must dress more like Auditore, he can hardly compete!" That bosom, can anyone compete?

She turns to the boys only to make sure they aren't doing silly things like punching each other.

Why would they punch each other! This is a perfectly normal, not embarrassing (and vaguely insulting) situation to be in.

Brock stares a bit at Spike, though. And it's not because of the outfit. "Home... where? Didn't you just come from there?"

Brock Samson: actually the least alert super-spy in the world. Though he does recall that little creep Joshua saying something about her living elsewhere 'since March'? Maybe he imagined that, it was during that whole big... crazy spaceship drama. And he was busy being mad at the time.

Spike has enough sense not to call direct attention to the costumes beyond vaguely hinting that they try to switch clothes. Although if it didn't work, that might end up prolonging things anyway. Stupid idea.

"Some place in town. Get away from the castle while it's acting up." Why he's covering for Joshua, he has no idea. Except that may have sounded worse since they're wearing couple's costumes of them...

The things he's owed for this.

"Away from town, too." Really Spike, she doesn't even see the need to hide anything. Scandal or otherwise. But then she does like leaving things unexplained to allow him to join the dots too, even if mistakenly. It would only be exceedingly amusing.

"You could come with us. What a sight we would make then."

"We do not like going to mystery places, Lucrezia," Molotov says gently, idly fingering the red wig. Maybe a dye job is in order for Miss Borgia…

"Besides, I do not match the group. Do I, Spike?" she asks, her tone suddenly sharp and mean, though she smiles cruelly at him. "Seems the castle forgot what Julia used to wear." Anything to poke his wounds.

It isn't hard to do. All the good humor he had for the situation is drained from his face at the mention of her name, and he clenches his jaw to bite out a smile back. The price he pays for being a nice guy.

"I'll have to thank it later."

Brock throws a sharp look in Molotov's direction, though there's really no point in telling her to knock it off, since she already said it. And he's pretty sure if he said something, she'd keep going just to spite him regardless.

"Anyway," he says loudly, instead of all that, "I don't think it's just the castle that's screwing with people."

Obviously. They're out in the cabin and it decided to give them costumes, too. So, yeah, it is a little suspicious that Spike is... taking Lucrezia to 'someplace in town'... while she's dressed like that...

As it dawns on him, Brock's mouth slowly turns down as he levels a suspicious squint at Spike. A weakness for blondes is one thing, but...

Lucrezia is happy enough to let Molotov fiddle with her wig, or her real hair for that matter, but only because she isn't aware of any plans to rob her of her prized golden hair. Ignorance is bliss, even when it comes to this certain name that has Spike all tense or is that because of that strange look Brock is now giving him?

Everything is so confused. She moves to pat Molotov's arm comfortingly. "You can stay as yourself next time, and Brock too, so we can all match," she is so diplomatic, watch. "But before the magic wanes, we must go. Do we not, Spike?"