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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you, maybe
What: Fireside sitting in the lobby, thinking, talking, drinking
When: The middle of the damn night!
Where: Lobby
Rating: Ehhh probably like PG-13 at most

The lobby never really got silent, not with the noctural residents and everyone who seemed to come and go at all hours, but it did get quiet if you waited up late enough, and Molotov needed a little bit of quiet.

Sure, she could have stayed up in her room, could have sat in bed next to Brock as he slept, even though she couldn't sleep herself. But something about it made her want to leave, want to just be in front of the beautiful, if slightly "majestic generic", fireplace down in the lobby.

So she'd put on some pajamas and wandered downstairs, taking a seat on the sofa closest the fire. The castle provided a blanket to cover her legs with, and a mug of red wine hot chocolate that never seemed to need refilling, and Molotov couldn't help but think it was the nicest thing the castle had done in a while.

And there she sat, alone and silent, gazing into the flames as the lobby traffic died out more and more.

Until you came along.

Comments

[bezazzled]

It all goes over Mabel's head, but wow do those sound like really cool names that are a challenge to pronounce correctly!

"Neat! I used to think my name was really plain, but now that I'm older I realize that I like it a lot. I think it suits me. Plus, how many other Mabels are you going to meet in the world, am I right?"

[molotov]

"Not many, at least not your age," Molotov agrees, taking another sip of her cocoa. "Are you named for someone, Mabel? Or did your parents just like the name?"

[bezazzled]

As she tries to remember, there's a large gaping void in her memory. If her parents liked the name, she wouldn't know. In fact, she can't even recall ever having parents, or any other family other than Dipper or her great uncle. It causes a tightness in her chest to realize this yet again.

"You know, I'm not really sure! They probably just picked any old name out of a baby name book or something. It's not so important."

[molotov]

Molotov smiles, and nods. "Well, either way, it is a pretty name. I do not know why my father chose 'Molotov' over any other name, either. Maybe my mother liked it or something. He never said."

[bezazzled]

"Yeah, parents. Go figure!" She's doing her best to keep up the facade and is pretty sure it's working. "But thanks! Molotov is a really pretty name, too. It kind of sounds like a flower. Obviously, it would be a fiery red flower if it really was one."

[molotov]

Aw, Mabel, it's okay! Molotov can be your mom! She's pretty sure that the castle stopped giving her a choice in the matter, honestly.

"It means 'hammer'," Molotov says, still smiling. "Something strong and hard to break, made to build and demolish with the same ease. I think that was probably meaningful to my papa."

[bezazzled]

"Maybe! You know, I wonder if the name Mabel has roots in that, too. I'm pretty strong and hard to break! I don't crack under pressure or anything. I've seen things."

She tries to sound ominous, but then she laughs.

"I'm just joking with you! I have seen things, though. But I'm more of a creator than a demolisher."

[molotov]

Molotov smiles, and leans her head against the back of the sofa.

"A creator, hmm? What do you create, Miss Mabel?"

SORRY FOR LATE

[bezazzled]

"Anything, really! I knit my own sweaters, I bezazzle my accessories, and I must admit, I'm a pretty good sculptor. Not to brag or anything, of course."

Except she really wants to brag.

YOU ARE NOT FORGIVEN!!

[molotov]

"Maybe you should sculpt and bezazzle us something," Molotov humors her, gesturing to the lobby. "Give us something that isn't silly castle interpretations of 'art'."

8(

[bezazzled]

"It's not like I haven't thought of that already. This place is great, but for a castle it could definitely use a bit of touching up. You think I could find a place in town that sells a couple hundred thousand bezazzle jewels or is that something I'd have to wish for?"

[molotov]

"I doubt anyone in town sells bezazzle jewels at all. But you could wish for them, I suppose, or maybe just stick to sculpting."