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[majorcrotchgrab]

[The feed starts and viewers are greeted to the sight of Raikov attempting to put little booties on Katya's feet. She already clad in a tiny scarf. Dat Joltik has sum style.]

... I'd take the crazy weather over terrorist-like attacks any day. Things might be quiet for now but who knows how long that'll last? Was it like this in any of the previous years?

[Because he really hopes this isn't a repeating offense. This place was supposed to be war free... It just doesn't feel right. He'd never admit it out loud but that weapon Cobra showed last week has him worried. The last thing this world needs is a nuclear super weapon or something like it.

He lets out an exasperated sigh. Always the drama queen. Katya just chirps and tilts her head.]

I've been meaning to ask a few other things as well.

For the pokemon that evolve via stone, when do you know is the "right" moment to give them one? Is there ever one...?

How difficult are the routes to travel during the winter?

And lastly... Why the hell is everyone doing their holiday shopping so early? New Years isn't for another month and a half.

[Someone isn't aware of "Christmas" outside of the Motherland. Oops.]


[Private to Scar//Unhackable;]
Hey. Is Kashet doing any better? Natasha's mood has been improving since their play date. I think it really helped her. Perhaps we should get together for another. Do you like tea?

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[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov wrinkles his nose.]

No thanks.

But seriously, what would you like for ... New Years?

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is bemused. The guy looks serious.]

Hell, I don't know. I'm not much for this holiday shit. Just no naked man pictures.

[majorcrotchgrab]

How about a bottle of whiskey?

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake's eyebrows lift in surprise.] You know, that doesn't sound half bad.

I thought you guys were supposed to be more into vodka, though.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I am but I figured you would prefer otherwise.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Huh. That's...considerate of you.

[Blake looks baffled.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

See? I'm not such a bad guy all the time.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Uh huh.

[Suspicion sneaks into his face.]

What are you gonna expect in return?

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov shrugs]

Honestly? Nothing. But if you want to get me something, I won't stop you.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Narrow-eyed, suspicious look does not abate.] And you won't read anything weird into it? Like thinking I'm asking you out on a date?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Well, if you'd like to, I won't stop you...

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake's voice is firm.] Not gonna happen, buddy.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Never hurts to ask.

[lieutenantantichrist]

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Are you in pain?

[lieutenantantichrist]

Keep pushing and you might be.

[majorcrotchgrab]

You're so cruel, Carter.

[Crocodile tears~]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[It's super ineffective.]

That's Lieutenant Blake to you.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Oh? Now it matters what I call you? I specifically remember you telling me you didn't care whether I addressed you by your first or last name.

[lieutenantantichrist]

The point is respect.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Oh. I never told you, did I?

I'm higher ranked than you, lieutenant.

[Generally he doesn't like discussing his military career in detail but this opportunity is too perfect to pass up.]

So you will address me as Major Raikov.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[That actually takes Blake by surprise for a second. This little smartmouth punk, a Major?

He recovers quick.] That's in the Commie Army. Doesn't count.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Then neither does your rank, Carter.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Sure it does. I'm not a Commie.

[That means he's your superior, because of freedom.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

That makes absolutely no sense.