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red velvet [open, invite]
« on: April 20, 2019, 10:34:11 PM »
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Besides Flintlock, it had taken the least amount of persuasion to get Cat to agree to invite Springfield. No convincing was necessary, like with Northstar and Camp Apocalypse, let alone on the level it had been needed for Bluestem.

That made her happy, honestly, that they were willing to work with her - work with the other groups - a little bit. She was certainly eager to repay the kindness that Anton had shown the Badlands, especially knowing that Cat wouldn't be doing it themself. So, Molly was here, standing with Sheogorath, Paige and Lucerne by the border, fidgeting with her sling a little bit. She couldn't wait for the day her arm had healed enough to be free of this thing.

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Re: red velvet [open, invite]
« Reply #1 on: April 21, 2019, 07:28:59 AM »
anton hadn't minded the badlanders all that much when they'd turned up at his home for the party. they hadn't burned the place to the ground, nor had they incited a riot. sure, sheogorath had caused a bit of a scene, and catalyst had tried to turn up to a hospital branded like a piece of cattle, but otherwise, all was well.

he'd just gotten out of a surgery, a fairly successful one at that, and hadn't yet changed out of his scrubs when he spotted the gaggle of badlanders. he didn't recognize most of them, though sheogorath stood out, causing his brows to furrow. stuffing his hands into the pockets of his lab coat as he walked over, he glanced between them, before finally settling on the woman heading the group, who couldn't be more than a few years older than him.

❝doctor anton carmichael,❞ he introduced with an easy smile, offering a hand out to shake her hand, eyeing the sling with a natural concern, ❝how can i help you folks?❞

[ anton? flirting with molly? not totally unheard of ]
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Re: red velvet [open, invite]
« Reply #2 on: April 21, 2019, 11:51:46 AM »
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Like he had been the entirety of the trip, Sheogorath was well armed, and he had no intentions of handing over his weapons this time. Luckily, he didn't believe that would be necessary, this wasn't a party, after all, and anyways, the group wouldn't be entering the hospital itself, Sheogorath was certain. He gripped the pale blue glass eye topper of his cane gently as they waited, and when Anton arrived, the doctor that had assisted him with his little meltdown during the dance, Sheogorath presented himself with a pleasant smile.

"Hey, Anton!" The eccentric red head greeted cheerily. He didn't pick up on the fact that the doctor might be flirting with Molly at all. That kind of stuff often went right over his head. "How are ya doin'? Why are you wearing those weird clothes? They look funny!" Sheogorath observed with youthful amusement. He had never really seen scrubs before, well, not that he could remember. His past was all a blur, after hitting his head in Flintlock. So many things missing...

"Oh! You wanna come to our event? It'll be fun! That's why we're here. This is an invitation!" He stated excitedly with a flap of his free hand.

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Re: red velvet [open, invite]
« Reply #3 on: April 21, 2019, 05:43:02 PM »

The Badlanders had not made a good first impression on him at the black and white ball. They had all come armed. Obscenely so, he should like to argue--what lunatic comes to a social event armed to the teeth? There’s being paranoid, then there’s… that! What do you even call that? In his opinion, there is such a thing as being overprepared. Whatever catastrophic event they had been expecting hadn’t happened and probably wouldn’t have. At least not here in Springfield. They don’t see much drama outside of the everyday going-ons of the hospital. Poe wonders what kind of shit the other groups see if they’re that skittish.

On the other hand, Poe’s not one to be talking, nor does he know enough to judge. If he were allowed to weild a weapon, he too would stock up until he was a walking, talking armory--too many years of being kept on his toes by Abilene’s unpredictable army has beaten that mentality into his brain; he feels naked without a gun on his hip. On top of that, Poe hasn’t left Springfield since he first arrived some two or three years ago, so he can only imagine what the Badlands is really like based on word of mouth and the brief glimpse of them he’d gotten at the ball. With their reputation, however, he can only imagine that that place houses and spits out the worst of the worst.

He has a moment to himself when he spots them, a group of strangers looking incredibly out of place, and follows after Anton to see what’s going on. None of them, save for the absolute behemoth of a man doing the talking. Sheogorath is not much shorter than Anton. Arguably the shortest of them all, Poe does his best to puff out his chest and square his shoulders, out of both sheer intimidation (and trying to keep it together) and what can best be described as envy.

”Another party?” he asks, tilting his head. ”What for?” It seems everybody’s in the celebrating mood lately. Honestly, the thought of leaving the comfortable safety of Springfield to go to… that place makes his heart flutter. He hopes he can bring his weapons. God only knows what kind of stuff they might pull there.

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Re: red velvet [open, invite]
« Reply #4 on: April 22, 2019, 06:53:47 PM »
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//he's looking for a wife that'll have his children,,, flirts with a long-time widowed menopausal grandmother

She'd been a widow for what, eighteen years now? In those nearly two decades, it was rare for anyone to try flirting with Molly. It had been known to happen, and generally she wasn't all that receptive. Her heart belonged to her husband, living or dead. Death might have parted them, but one day it would reunite them and when that day came her heart would be clear.

Most of the time, she knew when it was happening. People were seldom subtle, and she would politely show her lack of interest, only getting rude if she had to. She wasn't here to break any hearts, but hers wasn't going to be broken any more than it had been already.

"Molly Darrow. This is Sheogorath, Lucerne and Paige." She said, gesturing to each person in turn. Sheo's introduction was perhaps a bit unnecessary, as he seemed to already know Anton. "This one's for Easter. We're dyeing eggs, having an egg hunt, but there's stuff for the adults to do too."