7rings: molly

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w0 - saturday

[chevaleros]

[ Wherever Molly is dealing out his cards today or just generally chilling, there will be a faint, bell-like chime. And then Vira is walking by, probably just holding a towel in her arms and generally looking a little exasperated. ]

Pardon me.

[ A tiny curtsy, if she's interrupting whatever he's doing. ]

You wouldn't have seen any mops or brooms about, would you?

[headmt]

[He is just vibing with his cards, actually, but doesn't seem to be doing anything in particular.

He honestly would just ignore any request for cleaning but? She just curtsied? That's hilarious. Cute.]

Gods no. Whatever for?

[chevaleros]

[ she doesn't seem terribly alarmed by his horns or anything, though he's kind of on the skinny side for a draph... also purple? it's fine. ]

Someone thought it'd be funny to make a mess of the common room.

[ but she does not look amused. ]

There is... cheese everywhere.

[headmt]

[oh no.






the hot tub.]

Oh yes. I’ve heard. I haven’t been brave enough to face it myself. Shall we go together, then?

w0 - sunday

[chevaleros]

[ vira isn't someone who knows how to comfort a grieving person—her most extended interaction with molly is getting brusque at him during trial. so she leaves the sweetness and hours immediately after beau's death to others more qualified, only visiting him later, wherever he may be. her voice is more steady than pitying. ]

Mollymauk. May I speak with you?

[headmt]

[It's fine. He isn't sure how to be a grieving person. All of the pity and questions and asking him how he is - what do you do with it? How do you even answer. A little steadiness isn't so bad.]

Only if you like.

[He isn't quite sure Vira would want to talk to him after trial.]

[chevaleros]

I won't say I approve of all your conduct yesterday.

[ he did cause problems on purpose. still, in his position, they all would have—and she's not blind to the fact that he's lost the most this weekend. ]

But I do wish to talk. About what happened to Beau. [ ...no, it wasn't as passive as something unfortunate befalling her. it was more malicious than that. ] What was done to her. If the wound is too fresh for you, I will call upon you another time.

W1 - THURSDAY

[headmt]

[Well she's trapped with a Mollymauk now whether she likes it or not. At least he doesn't seem at all bothered by the gore? That's just normal.]

Most of the blood isn't yours, yeah? You'd probably be paler or on the floor.

[chevaleros]

[ she accepts this mollymauk, though really she's just sort of Existing, distant. ]

Yes, we eviscerated a giant. Amongst other things.

[ now that she's not in front of a kitchen full of people, she does hobble a little bit more, though. beats being dead, though. ]

[headmt]

Oh yes, did that once. Does tend to splatter a bit.

[That's fine, they can go slow. vira your hobble.]

You ended up some . . . place and had to fight things, and got. [looks at her.] New hats?

w1 - saturday

[chevaleros]

[ bar time. vira isn't actually one to drink, but even she could go for a glass of wine or such to ease her to sleep soon.

she's not sure if that's molly's reason for being here. ]

Drowning your sorrows?

[headmt]

Ah. A good question. Haven't decided yet, actually.

You?

[He gets up and gestures like he'll get a bottle down for her at least?]

[chevaleros]

[ Thanks, Molly. She sits, drumming her fingers against the bartop. ]

Not sorrow, exactly. [ Today doesn't have the same feel to it as the week before. ] But I'd consider a glass to battle my frustration.

W2 - MONDAY - 1/2

[headmt]

[Molly's been avoiding people, mostly, but he's still wandering the halls attempting to keeping moving. Hiding doesn't seem to make it better. When he sees Vira, he'll raise a hand, but, the eye contact is perhaps a little too long, too sudden--]

2/2

[headmt]

[ The memory is clear and bright, in the way that most terrifying experiences are, when you think them over.

You’ve just descended the stairs to the speakeasy of this Gentleman you’ve heard so much about, when a tabaxi turns to your group. She starts:

“Halt friends, I do not r— Lucien?” Her eyes widen in shock, but you still don’t know who she is, you’re racking your memory, but the name

The name makes you feel ill, all of a sudden, an itch at the back of your skull. There’s no time to consider it.

“It has been too long, two ye–”

“Far too long!”

“Two years!” She laughs, bright, hands still gripping your shoulders on either side, tightly, like an old, old friend. “Look at you! You grew out your hair! And you are covered in tattoos!”

There’s something in her expression that seems confused about this, as her eyes flit to your hands, your neck.

“We’ll catch up, we need a table, we need drinks for me and my compatriots.”

“Of course, you– these are your friends now?” She looks over your group, appraising, but then goes to do as you’ve asked. Drinks and a table.

You now get a better look up at the top, some skulking individuals with long dark cloaks and dark armor, carrying what looks almost like a heavy crossbow, but it’s a long, metal rod. You’ve only seen them in use here and there. A recently emerging technology that has been largely guarded within use of the empire itself.

The second she turns, you give Fjord - a green, half-orcish man, a little pat on the back and hiss a whisper at him.

“I’m sorry, this is my nightmare, please just go with it? It’s Lucien.”

He simply looks a bit baffled in return. The tabaxi returns to the table, reaching her hands out for yours.

“Oh, too long.” She starts quickly, sitting up straighter, then her face suddenly turns apologetic. You see all the faces of your friends, twisted in confusion. They aren’t even trying to hide it.

“Nonagon. I apologize for using your old name. Nonagon, it is a pleasure to see you again.”

“Who can keep track these days? Again, a long story.” You manage to croak out. She doesn’t seem to notice. She just looks concerned.

“Nonagon, what happened? We watched you die.”

She looks expectant. As do the rest of them at the table. Jester, Fjord, Nott, Caleb, Beau. All of their eyes are trained on you. They all await your answer.

The memory fades. ]

[chevaleros]

[ It's unsettling every time she's pulled into someone's memories, where everything has context and their thoughts and feelings become yours. But for Molly, there is a piece of this scene that's missing, these names.

She'd ask who Lucien is, but from the tickling sense of discomfort, she wonders if Molly even knows. Her confusion is as clear as friends', though she lets out a sigh to steady herself and speak. ]

What did you end up telling them...?

w2 - friday

[chevaleros]

[ even if beau's death has been 'solved,' she makes good on following up. ]

lord-commander

Mollymauk. Have you encountered anything strange recently? There was an odd sight in the kitchen earlier.

[headmt]

[oh god okay well

give him like 30 minutes to parse this one out but eventually, he either finds someone to read it or sounds it out carefully and:]

devilstongue
one ly tee rum
gr ass strag e
tal


[ok good luck]

[chevaleros]

[ she whispers 'oh dear' aloud ]

lord-commander
I see. [ no she doesn't ] Thank you, Molly.

In the kitchen, the water coming out of the sink was dirty and stale.

w3 - sunday

[chevaleros]

[ well, execution's over, law's dead, time to party! but actually, vira is probably headed to the gym. she does bow her head in greeting when she sees molly, though. ]

—Mollymauk. [ henlo. ] What are you busying yourself with?

[headmt]

[hey he's just.

sitting somewhere and petting Frumpkin again. Frumpkin, who seems to be, uh, kind of over this. He keeps trying to walk away and Molly has to go grab him again.]

Being cursed. As you do.

[chevaleros]

As one does.

[ at least it's a pretty innocent curse. poor frumpkin—she gives the cat a little distance as she sits near molly, faintly amused. ]

Actually, while your dear cat has you captive, there's something I was wondering about.

w4, saturday

[chevaleros]

[ she's looking pretty beat by the time she wanders back to the sleeping bay, heading over to her room when she meets a familiar face nearby the door. ]

...Waiting for Harrowhark?

[headmt]

Just giving her a break from me. Think she might be sick of my face after all that.

[Mostly joking.]

You're alright?

[chevaleros]

[ she raises a brow, as though harrow would not welcome molly's company whenever, but answers steadily. ]

Well enough, considering. And you?