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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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"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?"

"Why the rush to beat the magic?" Molotov asks, not picking up on what Brock is so irritable about. She knows that he's upset, but not why. "Is it hard for you to look so magnificent, is that why you are running, Lusha?"

She's ignoring Spike, because if there's anything better than pissing people off, it's not even acknowledging that fact afterward.

Spike can feel Brock's look, which seems more effective than checking while he's still in the process of shrugging off his agitation; he just assumes that it's still all about the outfit. Tempted as he is to leave Lucrezia with the two of them, refusing to do what he came to do would make it even more obvious.

"That must be it." -- There's a possibility he only interjects because he can tell when he's being ignored. Then he takes a step back towards the garage, which is where they should have stayed to start with.

Right, there's nothing about this situation other than the outfits that could cause Brock to squint a whole fuckin' lot. Seriously.

He's still staring at Spike when he starts to leave, but keeps his mouth shut. He'll just have to keep an eye on the situation, that's all. And maybe figure out exactly how many times he can punch his friend before it ends the friendship. (He's estimating at about three right now.)

"Whatever. You look ridiculous, by the way," he says, because... well, he does. It needed to be said. Meanwhile, Brock casually moves to undo the stupid tie around his neck but it... won't... budge? What gives...?

"It is difficult for the other women surely," and even if she doesn't know how to wield a wink, her smirk still does the trick. "And I would not be so unkind."

Being unkind to Spike seems easier to do though. Perhaps he makes it too entertaining for his own good, when his otherwise unperturbed persona shows the little cracks. But now she steps away from Molotov to join Spike, laughing at Brock along the way.