The Mungojerrie: Rolling On (Part 2)

[Circe]

Vaguelly.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Long story short, Einstein travels back in time to remove Hitler from reality, sparks a series of wars between the Allied nations and the USSR. Later on, the latter group begins using these explosives-loving infantrymen called "Crazy Ivans".The things they say when they're selected and told to do something are... unsettling.

((OOC: Sorry about the background noise.))

[Circe]

Okay then...

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Near the end of the second war, our favorite little fuzzball came across an injured Ivan unit and hit him with a blast of Red-Orange energy. See where I'm going with this?

[Circe]

Yeah, I see.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: What worries me is that she always carries some explosives on her person; if she can't blow something up at least once a day, she freaks out. *points to a relatively new notice near the exit lift* So whenever she serves you, do what the sign says and check your dress for dynamite before you leave.

[Circe]

I'll... keep that in mind...

[AmbushCat]

*Ivankov stumbles over to the table with a pitcher of pink lemonade, an empty glass, and a straw.*

Meal's almost done. Meantime, we ran out of sulfuric acid, so I brought you this to drink.

Callista: We don't have any sulfuric acid for you to run out.

You're getting smarter, kid. *heads back to the kitchen, chuckling*

*Callista sighs, then pours herself some of the pink lemonade and drinks some of it. Satisfied that it's normal, she looks at Circe questioningly and gestures at the drink*

[Circe]

Yes, Callista?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Was wondering if you wanted some.

[Circe]

Oh, sure.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *nods, then looks around* Lets see, a drinking glass, a drinking glass...

Ellen: *sitting nearby* ...She can use mine. I was going to get something to drink, but I never got around to it.

*Callista blinks at this, then shrugs and fills up said glass before taking it to Circe*

[Circe]

Hm. Thanks. *Circe grabs the glass and takes a sip.*

[AmbushCat]

*The drink... is delicious. Callista stares off into space for a bit, considering whether to say something...then decides 'hey, why not'*

Callista: Hey, Circe? You wouldn't object if I called you one of my friends, would you?

*Ellen turns in her seat, looking at her sharply.*

[Circe]

*Circe raises an eyebrow.* Why do you ask?