2019-07-16 - Pertextionists
Birds of a feather text together. The world is never good enough, but friends can be.
IC Date: 2019-07-16
OOC Date: 2019-05-16
Location: In The Ether
Related Scenes: 2019-07-16 - Operation: Minibar
Plot: None
Scene Number: 707
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Hey sweetness, how you feel like being arm candy, Saturday?
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Saturday -- evening, I presume? I believe I could possibly squeeze that into my hectic schedule. What have we planned?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: I know you are aware that you are the best but I want to let you know I am well aware of this 💖
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Well, if that's the plan, I'm virtually always free.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Thank you, darling. You know the feeling is mutual.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: so between funerals and depositions and all this family mayhem I almost forgot there's a charity event to raise money for the historic buildings that were scuffed by the explosion. [Scuffed being the drastic understatement for blown the fuck up.] It's sadly not black tie but it is formal suit. Justin, Stefano, Dahlia, and Edison will be there so you won't have to earn your martyrdom.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: After which I'll be happy to express my very personal gratitude but, really, I appreciate it. I only have so much insulation to deal with everyone's bullshit right now.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: You know I'll insulate as best I can. Well. Figuratively. Literally I'd hire someone else, but contractors are more your area anyway. What are friends for?
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: In any case, I haven't met any of them yet but I trust your judgement on how bearable it's likely to be. How are you holding up?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: I've had better weeks on my concealer and cucumber masks. It's also likely my minibar has suffered as much as I have. I feel like something's happening and I can't place my finger on it to be honest.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: You're welcome to come by later if you like. My minibar is still in fair fighting fettle. Well, mostly.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: I have to get family settled in and then? Yeah I think that sounds like the better choice.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Hmmm spend that time in good company or where they can find me...
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: I know, it's a very difficult decision, isn't it?
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: And it's so odd how once in a while these phones somehow manage to just forward themselves to voicemail and PAs and such, as well.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: no contest. And I've not noticed this.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Oh luv we need to change your cards to just have Rebecca's number on them.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: No? Strangely it kept happening to mine a couple months ago. Hm. And don't worry, my personal number isn't on those. Well. Not unless I write it there for someone.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: We care more than people will ever give us credit for. I like to know your peace of mind is being looked after because God and world know it's not coming from the general public.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: So good. And I think widening your social circle will help and most importantly it helps me which frees me up to be concerned about what isn't happening with you that should. SO really it's a win win.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Well, of course they won't. Most people appear to require a melodrama with full orchestra and chorus line in their caring. Maybe that's why they have such questionable judgement on which things are worth the effort.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: If there's a bearable social circle to be discovered in these parts, you're the one I'd trust as a sherpa. What's not happening with me which ought to be, these days?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: I'm only going to be a sherpa if I get one of those super cute hats and a matching purse. 😉
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Well, if anyone here can pull that off... I'd suggest waiting for winter, though. If you melt to death, who will I talk to?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Awwww I love that you have the good taste and common sense to miss me. It's your 3rd best quality.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Is it? What are one and two, in your estimation?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Your kitchen skills and how you make all your suits to love your ass. it's the number one faux pas in men's fashion. People can fit a waistcoat and then they get to slacks and ruin it.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: I might be on my third mojito at lunch so pardon the brevity, but it ought be said.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: I appreciate both your taste and your priorities.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Yes. Yes you do. Oh, and I wanted to know are you attending or catering or yes this charity event?
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: And you're not wrong. You'd think even half the men who pay enough attention to get things tailored are under the impression no one ever takes a look from behind.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: You know even though the show is a tad ruined they have the decency to warn us that the lightbulbs don't match the siding.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: We're doing the patisserie, yes. I hadn't decided yet whether attending was more likely to be tedious or amusing. But as you require confectionery, I'm quite happy to provide. Arm or otherwise.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Have I ever been less than all or nothing? I'll take both.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: You make a valid point. Two, actually.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Oh! I'm taking Dahlia shopping for it. Rebecca is welcome to join us. Not that you're her PA but if you think of it or it comes up.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Assuming she doesn't need to be doing something else, I think she might enjoy that. What are you looking for? Simply a gown, or all the other bits and bobs as well?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Oh bits and bobs galore but it should stand out, be loud, but not shout. A lady and her outfit should project and command a room, not shriek hysterically and scare all the animals in the zoo.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Don't be mistaken for wallpaper or waitstaff, and don't scare the horses. Fair advice for all, really. Granted, it is at least entertaining when someone does spook the menagerie.
I look forward to seeing what you do with your Dahlia. Send me before and afters. Actually, send me any particularly good or bad middles, too, I'm sure it would brighten my day.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Right, off to start tomorrow's croissants. Text me when you know what time you expect to patronize my minibar. If David manages to burn a fourth caramel before closing I may need to lay in extra vodka for the night.
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