I did actually! How kind of you to check in on me friend. I have not turned into an icicle just yet, thanks to this ruby crystal I can cast some fire magic and keep myself warm
[If Deadpool was implying the other type of getting crystalized, Molly doesn't even consider it]
But you are always welcome to drop by! I don't actually live in apartment buildings, weird history Here's my new address
[Insert address of a plot of land with a huge, single tree, small pond, and a huge circus tent. More details when arrives]
Yeah — just stay out of the snow, okay? Speaking as another ruby just trust me, this ain't something fire's gonna fix. As fucking usual, Synchrony seems to fix it, but it makes you get really loose-lipped. Like too many shots on an empty stomach kind of loose-lipped, you'll just bear your soul to the first thing with a pulse.
... Why am I not surprised to learn you're a fucking carnie?
Please say you have a petting zoo.
[ Fuck it, he's heading over. It's cold, the snow is still falling, but he really needs to make sure things are good at casa de molly or at least settle up on some debt for that reading he got the other day, which... coincidentally might help him recover from how frosty he is by the time he gets there. ]
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Don't worry I have all the flame and fire within me to keep me warm also some magical stuff Matt brought over of course Synchrony fixes it why wouldn't it? I think I'm seeing the pattern here Ahh that way loose-lipped I thought it would urge me to go kiss hundred of people in an hour
a CARNIE well I'd never 3:O! 3:) we CARNIE folk have a lot of stories to share
well I personally don't have a petting zoo but we did have a hellfrog back in the day
[He did have to answer that and probably leave him wondering about stories that include some kind of frog from hell.
The tent is, just as Molly described it, a huge circus tent. Colorful with nice shades of blue, red, and purples on the outside. There's a big tree in the vicinity and from the branches hang little lanterns, wind chimes, and other colorful trinkets. The front of the tent is open, even has that little famous top, but as soon as Wade gets closer, he can feel the warmth coming from the inside.
And inside is... well. Picturesque. One half of the tent is 'decorated', the other one is not, as if he ran out of ideas what to do there. There are very thick, very colorful carpets either on the walls of the tent or on the floor, covering some of the makeshift wood floorings. Wherever you look, there's a pillow, and when you look again, there's an even bigger one. Round pots of big plants and oddly-looking mushrooms are strewn around, seemingly unaffected by the season. Beanbags, an ornate, peacock looking cabinet, drapes with, again, same peacock design, a small mahogany table with two chairs, a couch, mattress covered with red silk sheets and soft blankets- all of it is illuminated with braziers that are hanging from above. Again, magical light, thanks to his wizard friends.
Molly himself is sitting on one of the pillows and is shuffling cards, looking a bit distracted at the moment.]
god I wish I'd love to kiss a hundred people Not sure if they'd be as into it haha
[ When he enters the tent, Wade is instantly struck by the explosion of bright, opulent colors. Struck by the warmth too, but it never seems to reach his extremities, which have started to fade from the black and red of his suit to a washed-out grey. Wade would whistle in appreciation if his lips weren't so cold, but his masked head is on a swivel, taking in the sights. Not immediately seeing Mollymauk, he remarks loudly: ]
Do I want to know what a hellfrog is? [ Deadpool rubs his gloved hands over his arms as he shivers. ] Fuck, I am cold. Molly! [ Oh, there he is. Wade tries to shake out the chill in his limbs as he approaches him from where he lounges and contemplates, and he just turns and falls flat on his back in front of him. ]
Okay, I thought this would have more of a circus feel? So is there a harem that goes with this or are you staging for the next orgy?
[ He rolls his head to look at him, watching him shuffle his cards. ]
What's eating you? [ They so don't have this kind of relationship, but Deadpool is like that. Inappropriately informal, or just inappropriate in general. ]
[He does blend in with everything, colorful coat on and all. He does look up when he hears the footsteps and greets him with his usual grin. Well, 'usual'.]
It's a frog that came out of hell, [Molly remarks like a smartass he is. He motions at the many pillows and beanbags for Deadpool to take a seat and relax, tossing him one of the blankets as well, and moving the heating brazier closer. It looks like it's burning, and it's warm, but the wood is not going down nor is there damage or smoke coming from it.]
Hope that helps. Unless you want to cuddle me? [He opens hands like 'hug?'] The thing is, it's not a circus in its meaning. Just a place where I live, that kind of reminds me of travels.
[He keeps shuffling his cards and pulls out Moon card in the end, looking at it for a long moment then sighing, falling back onto the pillows himself.]
Bugs. Worms, I think. [Very literal, very 'I died and worms are eating my body' type of thing.] Some bugs are nice. Bugs at Caduceus' place. They can stay. [He shakes his head and chuckles,] Just some afterlife shit I'm trying to figure out. You know, I'm not the smartest bean around, [he winks.]
[ As luck would have it, the blanket ends up landing on Deadpool's masked face, and he seems to accept that this is his lot in life. Smothered by a tossed blanket, on the floor, quietly freezing from the supernatural or magical cold. But as he starts to pull the blanket off his face, Molly spreads his arms wide in welcome. Wade kicks his feet up and hurls himself upright, hearts in his fucking eyes. ]
I thought you'd never ask!
[ Technically, Molly did not ask. But Wade scrambles up to join him on his oversized cushion, arms already reaching low around his middle so he can collide into him with an aggressive cuddle that immediately makes him feel better, at least psychologically speaking — just because he's throwing wide the gates to Synchrony doesn't mean Molly is as quick to, after all.
Ohhh, so comfy ♥ ]
You're one of those, huh? Got nowhere to go home to that doesn't involve you pushing up daisies?
[ He's picking up what you're putting down, Tiefling. ]
I can't die — [ There it is. That unfortunate side effect from the weird snowfall he was foolishly out in, with the cure being physical touch and a bad case of oversharing. ] so that's less of a me-problem, but I don't wanna go back. I know, unpopular opinion, but I got way too many good things going for me here.
[ The mask glances up from his shoulder to look at Molly, his cheek squished up against his shoulder. ]
[He didn't expect the guy to actually take him up on the offer, most people don't because they think he's fooling around, but he's pleasantly surprised when the guy does. They barely know each other, but isn't that the purpose of this place, to get people close like this? Molly still believes he's right when he said that he's being a very cheap whore here. Surprisingly, he doesn't mind it.
He gives that leather-covered head a pat as they settle down on the pillow (yes, it's big enough for both, he got those for this exact purpose), and sighs.]
Well, something like that. [Where does one go when they died and came back, and most of the people-friends have moved on with their lives? Hard not to feel like odd one out. Then again, he was always like that.] I do have people that care deeply about me, but they do have their own lives. I suppose I should focus on making my own. [While he still has a chance.]
Man, I wish I couldn't die. The asshole that gets revived in this body is a massive douche. [He shakes his head,] It's not that unpopular; if it would keep the menace away, I'd stay here rather than go back. [It would mean he remains alive, his friends are not sad about it, and the "I wanna make two planets collide" jerkface gets to never be revived.]
[ As luck would have it, Deadpool is the type to jump with both feet into the Synchrony culture here, as clingy as he is, but the absence of being traditionally attractive proves a challenge. Or it should, but strangely Wade has had remarkably good luck running into people who barely flinch at the sight of him under the suit. Anyway, Molly is willing, now he's stuck to him like glue. Good luck scraping him off!
Wade listens, comforted by the pat on the back of his mask. Naturally, he doesn't stay quiet for long. ]
Mmhmm. You'd think being me would be fun and fresh, but trust me I am not looking forward to the eventuality of outliving my friends. I already outlived my girlfriend and I can't even join her.
[ Big Yikes. ]
Hang on — how does someone come back to life and be a different person?
[Molly knows all about being shunned for his looks- surprisingly, humans aren't very fond of tieflings (because they are almost literal mini demons from hell). And yet here, everyone finds him attractive and it's both surprising and flattering. So yes, those 'everyone' will get all the hugs and attention from him too. He doesn't want to scrape Deadpool off. Not just yet anyway.]
Hmm, I suppose that's one downside. [His mouth twists-] But one that comes... I think I'd rather take a hit for my friends that way than have this asshole try to dominate the world.
Trust me, my man, I have no idea. Perhaps I'm a chunk of him or something stuck in his body when he died the first time? There's some kind of dark, ritual magic involved to bring him back from what I gathered from my friends.
Well, it's my body, I'm not eager to give it back any time soon.
[ Already Deadpool is starting to feel like he's thawing out. It's not like he hasn't frozen to death before, but this one was different. It felt like he wasn't really just getting cold, it looked like he was washing out, losing color. Like slowly becoming a statue... and the cold itself was so unshakable, not even his ruby's fire could warm him, nothing except Synchrony could get the job done. He sighs contentedly as the color starts to seep back into his extremities, black and red, the washed-out grey retreating. ]
Oh, is that all? Well, if there's one thing Hollywood has taught us, dark ritual magic never pays, not half as well as crime does!
[ Wade, that doesn't even make sense. ]
Out of curiosity, how many times have you died? You make it sound kinda... regular.
[ Just how dangerous is the tarot-reading business where he comes from? ]
[Molly wasn't very cold, to begin with, but he definitively feels infinitely better with this little synchrony that's going on. Hopefully, the images of big bonfires in the middle of colorful tents with lanterns all around help Wade a little with his 'thawing'.]
I don't know what Hollywood is, but it is right. Crime does pay surprisingly well if you find the right people- and the right reason. [The thin line that Molly likes to dance on.]
How many... well, I personally, this soul of mine, died once. But I know this body had a previous owner. [Omitting the "small" thing like crawling out of the ground.] And it gets one in the future. It's weird shit, I don't want it to be regular.
Hollywood is where actors go to die on the inside.
[ This is 100% unhelpful. In lieu of clarity, Wade laughs and scoots up on the pillow, adjusting his position to spoon Molly enthusiastically. ]
So you're the ghost that possessed that body and the original came back to what, reclaim what was his? That sucks. And super confusing.
Good thing you ended up here. [ He winds his arms around his middle and cozies up, resting his chin on his shoulder. ] What are you gonna do now? Other than live your best adult-rated Ringling Brothers and Company life?
[Is he right? Or is he wrong? Wade is definitively not helpful about it so Molly's drawing his own random conclusions about it. And gives him a smile, even if it was followed by a little sigh.]
I don't know what happened. And I'm being completely sincere. All I know is that I woke up, [in the dirt] ran into the carnival, they accepted me, and I traveled with them for a long time. Then apparently I died and someone else was brought back into this body. And it DOES suck. [He is NOT a happy tiefling hearing that someone is using him, in a way, to hurt his friends.]
It is, really. Gives me a window of opportunity, I guess, to see if I can come up with something. If not... well, I guess I get the chance to know the others better and spend some time with them. [He wrinkles his nose,] I'm not sentimental a lot, but I hate missing opportunities.
Hardly! But there's no shortage of soul-sucking vampires, zombies pumped full of prescription medication, maybe throw in a bit of an internet or gaming addiction.... a splash of broken dreams.
[ And you've got Hollywood. Wade sighs, but then listens. Because Molly's done his own fair share of listening himself, so it's only fair. ]
Mmm. FOMO. [ He adds, unhelpfully. He reaches up to pet his locks though, then explains the acronym: ] Fear of missing out. Happens to everyone, even me.
[ Obviously, he's not lying. He's not able to, not now anyway. ]
I'm not normally one to say Al has a whole lot to add in any conversation, but she did once say: You can't really live until you've died a little.
Soul-sucking vampires? I think they went only for blood and sucked you dry- in a not-fun way. [He still doesn't get much of it, but he can grasp the gist of it.
Hollywood is something that rules things and people there 80% suck.]
Hmm, FOMO, first time hearing of that, [he sighs but nods his head,] I suppose you're right. I don't wanna miss out on things my friends are doing and yet I know I shouldn't be there to see it. It's... weird.
[And, miraculously, Molly's not lying either. It's a really rare thing, considering that he hates telling truth or "succumbing" to it. He likes to fight it, especially now that he knows he's died and yet he's still here. He's doing quite fine ignoring that fact.]
Well, it's all fun and games until you really die. [Aside from making his friends sad, his death brought a LOT of problems and a very nasty person back.]
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How kind of you to check in on me friend.
I have not turned into an icicle just yet, thanks to this ruby crystal I can cast some fire magic and keep myself warm
[If Deadpool was implying the other type of getting crystalized, Molly doesn't even consider it]
But you are always welcome to drop by!
I don't actually live in apartment buildings, weird history
Here's my new address
[Insert address of a plot of land with a huge, single tree, small pond, and a huge circus tent. More details when arrives]
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Speaking as another ruby just trust me, this ain't something fire's gonna fix.
As fucking usual, Synchrony seems to fix it, but it makes you get really loose-lipped.
Like too many shots on an empty stomach kind of loose-lipped, you'll just bear your soul to the first thing with a pulse.
...
Why am I not surprised to learn you're a fucking carnie?
Please say you have a petting zoo.
[ Fuck it, he's heading over. It's cold, the snow is still falling, but he really needs to make sure things are good at casa de molly or at least settle up on some debt for that reading he got the other day, which... coincidentally might help him recover from how frosty he is by the time he gets there. ]
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also some magical stuff Matt brought over
of course Synchrony fixes it why wouldn't it? I think I'm seeing the pattern here
Ahh that way loose-lipped
I thought it would urge me to go kiss hundred of people in an hour
a CARNIE well I'd never 3:O!
3:)
we CARNIE folk have a lot of stories to share
well I personally don't have a petting zoo
but we did have a hellfrog back in the day
[He did have to answer that and probably leave him wondering about stories that include some kind of frog from hell.
The tent is, just as Molly described it, a huge circus tent. Colorful with nice shades of blue, red, and purples on the outside. There's a big tree in the vicinity and from the branches hang little lanterns, wind chimes, and other colorful trinkets. The front of the tent is open, even has that little famous top, but as soon as Wade gets closer, he can feel the warmth coming from the inside.
And inside is... well. Picturesque. One half of the tent is 'decorated', the other one is not, as if he ran out of ideas what to do there. There are very thick, very colorful carpets either on the walls of the tent or on the floor, covering some of the makeshift wood floorings. Wherever you look, there's a pillow, and when you look again, there's an even bigger one. Round pots of big plants and oddly-looking mushrooms are strewn around, seemingly unaffected by the season. Beanbags, an ornate, peacock looking cabinet, drapes with, again, same peacock design, a small mahogany table with two chairs, a couch, mattress covered with red silk sheets and soft blankets- all of it is illuminated with braziers that are hanging from above. Again, magical light, thanks to his wizard friends.
Molly himself is sitting on one of the pillows and is shuffling cards, looking a bit distracted at the moment.]
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I'd love to kiss a hundred people
Not sure if they'd be as into it haha
[ When he enters the tent, Wade is instantly struck by the explosion of bright, opulent colors. Struck by the warmth too, but it never seems to reach his extremities, which have started to fade from the black and red of his suit to a washed-out grey. Wade would whistle in appreciation if his lips weren't so cold, but his masked head is on a swivel, taking in the sights. Not immediately seeing Mollymauk, he remarks loudly: ]
Do I want to know what a hellfrog is? [ Deadpool rubs his gloved hands over his arms as he shivers. ] Fuck, I am cold. Molly! [ Oh, there he is. Wade tries to shake out the chill in his limbs as he approaches him from where he lounges and contemplates, and he just turns and falls flat on his back in front of him. ]
Okay, I thought this would have more of a circus feel? So is there a harem that goes with this or are you staging for the next orgy?
[ He rolls his head to look at him, watching him shuffle his cards. ]
What's eating you? [ They so don't have this kind of relationship, but Deadpool is like that. Inappropriately informal, or just inappropriate in general. ]
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It's a frog that came out of hell, [Molly remarks like a smartass he is. He motions at the many pillows and beanbags for Deadpool to take a seat and relax, tossing him one of the blankets as well, and moving the heating brazier closer. It looks like it's burning, and it's warm, but the wood is not going down nor is there damage or smoke coming from it.]
Hope that helps. Unless you want to cuddle me? [He opens hands like 'hug?'] The thing is, it's not a circus in its meaning. Just a place where I live, that kind of reminds me of travels.
[He keeps shuffling his cards and pulls out Moon card in the end, looking at it for a long moment then sighing, falling back onto the pillows himself.]
Bugs. Worms, I think. [Very literal, very 'I died and worms are eating my body' type of thing.] Some bugs are nice. Bugs at Caduceus' place. They can stay. [He shakes his head and chuckles,] Just some afterlife shit I'm trying to figure out. You know, I'm not the smartest bean around, [he winks.]
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I thought you'd never ask!
[ Technically, Molly did not ask. But Wade scrambles up to join him on his oversized cushion, arms already reaching low around his middle so he can collide into him with an aggressive cuddle that immediately makes him feel better, at least psychologically speaking — just because he's throwing wide the gates to Synchrony doesn't mean Molly is as quick to, after all.
Ohhh, so comfy ♥ ]
You're one of those, huh? Got nowhere to go home to that doesn't involve you pushing up daisies?
[ He's picking up what you're putting down, Tiefling. ]
I can't die — [ There it is. That unfortunate side effect from the weird snowfall he was foolishly out in, with the cure being physical touch and a bad case of oversharing. ] so that's less of a me-problem, but I don't wanna go back. I know, unpopular opinion, but I got way too many good things going for me here.
[ The mask glances up from his shoulder to look at Molly, his cheek squished up against his shoulder. ]
Missing home?
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He gives that leather-covered head a pat as they settle down on the pillow (yes, it's big enough for both, he got those for this exact purpose), and sighs.]
Well, something like that. [Where does one go when they died and came back, and most of the people-friends have moved on with their lives? Hard not to feel like odd one out. Then again, he was always like that.] I do have people that care deeply about me, but they do have their own lives. I suppose I should focus on making my own. [While he still has a chance.]
Man, I wish I couldn't die. The asshole that gets revived in this body is a massive douche. [He shakes his head,] It's not that unpopular; if it would keep the menace away, I'd stay here rather than go back. [It would mean he remains alive, his friends are not sad about it, and the "I wanna make two planets collide" jerkface gets to never be revived.]
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Wade listens, comforted by the pat on the back of his mask. Naturally, he doesn't stay quiet for long. ]
Mmhmm. You'd think being me would be fun and fresh, but trust me I am not looking forward to the eventuality of outliving my friends. I already outlived my girlfriend and I can't even join her.
[ Big Yikes. ]
Hang on — how does someone come back to life and be a different person?
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Hmm, I suppose that's one downside. [His mouth twists-] But one that comes... I think I'd rather take a hit for my friends that way than have this asshole try to dominate the world.
Trust me, my man, I have no idea. Perhaps I'm a chunk of him or something stuck in his body when he died the first time? There's some kind of dark, ritual magic involved to bring him back from what I gathered from my friends.
Well, it's my body, I'm not eager to give it back any time soon.
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Oh, is that all? Well, if there's one thing Hollywood has taught us, dark ritual magic never pays, not half as well as crime does!
[ Wade, that doesn't even make sense. ]
Out of curiosity, how many times have you died? You make it sound kinda... regular.
[ Just how dangerous is the tarot-reading business where he comes from? ]
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I don't know what Hollywood is, but it is right. Crime does pay surprisingly well if you find the right people- and the right reason. [The thin line that Molly likes to dance on.]
How many... well, I personally, this soul of mine, died once. But I know this body had a previous owner. [Omitting the "small" thing like crawling out of the ground.] And it gets one in the future. It's weird shit, I don't want it to be regular.
[Apparently very dangerous.]
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[ This is 100% unhelpful. In lieu of clarity, Wade laughs and scoots up on the pillow, adjusting his position to spoon Molly enthusiastically. ]
So you're the ghost that possessed that body and the original came back to what, reclaim what was his? That sucks. And super confusing.
Good thing you ended up here. [ He winds his arms around his middle and cozies up, resting his chin on his shoulder. ] What are you gonna do now? Other than live your best adult-rated Ringling Brothers and Company life?
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[Is he right? Or is he wrong? Wade is definitively not helpful about it so Molly's drawing his own random conclusions about it. And gives him a smile, even if it was followed by a little sigh.]
I don't know what happened. And I'm being completely sincere. All I know is that I woke up, [in the dirt] ran into the carnival, they accepted me, and I traveled with them for a long time. Then apparently I died and someone else was brought back into this body. And it DOES suck. [He is NOT a happy tiefling hearing that someone is using him, in a way, to hurt his friends.]
It is, really. Gives me a window of opportunity, I guess, to see if I can come up with something. If not... well, I guess I get the chance to know the others better and spend some time with them. [He wrinkles his nose,] I'm not sentimental a lot, but I hate missing opportunities.
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[ And you've got Hollywood. Wade sighs, but then listens. Because Molly's done his own fair share of listening himself, so it's only fair. ]
Mmm. FOMO. [ He adds, unhelpfully. He reaches up to pet his locks though, then explains the acronym: ] Fear of missing out. Happens to everyone, even me.
[ Obviously, he's not lying. He's not able to, not now anyway. ]
I'm not normally one to say Al has a whole lot to add in any conversation, but she did once say: You can't really live until you've died a little.
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Hollywood is something that rules things and people there 80% suck.]
Hmm, FOMO, first time hearing of that, [he sighs but nods his head,] I suppose you're right. I don't wanna miss out on things my friends are doing and yet I know I shouldn't be there to see it. It's... weird.
[And, miraculously, Molly's not lying either. It's a really rare thing, considering that he hates telling truth or "succumbing" to it. He likes to fight it, especially now that he knows he's died and yet he's still here. He's doing quite fine ignoring that fact.]
Well, it's all fun and games until you really die. [Aside from making his friends sad, his death brought a LOT of problems and a very nasty person back.]