Somewhat Special Event: The Extras Talk Back!

[Ookalf]

Sure, can do. I'll see you later, then! *Sassafras smiles at Jennifer and walks off. She consults the guest list again, she decides go visit Ivankov Blowupski.* What a weird name...

[AmbushCat]

*As if prompted, a rough female voice can be heard muttering curses in Russian from the direction of Ivankov's booth.*

[Ookalf]

Oh, there she is. *Sassafras follows the voice Ivanokv's booth.* Hello! What do you have going on here?

[AmbushCat]

*Ivankov looks like a cross between Asuka Tenjouin and Marvel's Black Widow, and is wearing a red vaguely military-esque uniform. Her booth is filled with explosives of all types, presumably all deactivated, and portable shield generators are placed on either side. When Sassafras approaches, she immediately closes the laptop she was using and puts it away.*

Здравствуйте to you too, singer. Just losing at Team Fortress 2, is all.

[Ookalf]

Oh, gotcha... *Sassafras looks around at all the explosives Ivankov has with her.* Uh, that stuff's all safe, right?

[AmbushCat]

*Ivankov grumbles to herself, somehow managing to look cute in doing so despite her rough appearance.*

That blonde chaos goddess made me turn it all off. Just no appreciation for the classics. *clears her throat* Anyway, we've seen each other before, but we've never actually met. Name's Ivankov Blowupski, and I've been working at the Mungojerrie since my first year here.

[Ookalf]

Yeah, I remember seeing you there! You're... in the kitchen, right?

[AmbushCat]

Yah. Anything that involves meat's my specialty, but I can play the server if I have to. Never easy with a limp, but it's workable.

[Ookalf]

I see... So, what else do you do? It looks like you have a thing for explosives...

[AmbushCat]

Yeh. Not going to sugarcoat this: I'm a Soviet, born and raised. Thanks to time-traveling kerfuffles World War 3 was in progress back home, and I was one of many trained in demolitions in the fight against Allied forces. *eyes glint; smirks playfully* Obviously, I took to explosions like goats to grass and became what they called a Crazy Ivan.

[Ookalf]

Huh... Is that why they call you Blowupski?

[AmbushCat]

*shrugs* Ambush Cat pinned me with that name just to be funny, the little louse. My real family name is Golovanov. *grumbles* Would've been Molotov if my mama had her way, but technicalities.

[Ookalf]

Your mom wanted to call you Molotov? Heh, it sounds like explosions run in the family!

[AmbushCat]

*Ivankov chuckles half-sinisterly. There doesn't seem to be any particular malice there, just a sense of normality.*

You're on the right track, anyway. It would be more accurate to say that Mama wanted to keep her family name when she married, but eventually they decided in favor of отец---that is, my father---instead.

[Ookalf]

Oh, OK, OK... *Sassafras nods, then takes a minute to think again.* So what else do you do, when you're not cooking or... exploding things?