2019-08-12 - Did You Know?
When you're laid up on bed rest there's only so much you can do
IC Date: 2019-08-12
OOC Date: 2019-06-02
Location: Elm Street
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 1132
Isolde was BORED. She had taken a walk today, which was nice. And made a new friend maybe? Also Yves dropped by. But. There was only so much sleeping and TV watching and origami that could be done. She had just woken up from her latest nap - on the floor snuggled up with the giant stuffed frog from the Boardwalk. She shifted slowly, turning the TV on and looking over to Luigi. "I know, I'm sorry about the strangers. We'll watch the meerkats." And Meerkat Manor gets turned on while Isolde picks up her phone.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : (A picture comes over of Isolde laying up against the giant stuffed frog) Did you know these are good for sleeping pillows?
Itzhak is at work, but he's still bored. His boredom is that of someone who should work on the things they never get around to, and aren't. Instead, he's playing a lazy country tune on his fiddle, making it echo around the empty garage. He's kicked back in a battered office chair, boots on the desk, gazing at the ceiling, fiddle just kind of propped up on his shoulder instead of properly tucked beneath his chin.
Bzz bzz, there goes his phone. He sets the fiddle down on the desk to grab it. When he sees the picture, he smiles.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Looks pretty comfy
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : It was actually! Probably more comfy on a bed, but it is good. I love it. What are you up to?
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Working. Kind of. Not really. Actually fiddling. Are you resting? You should be resting
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : I'm laying with a giant stuff frog, letting Luigi watch Meerkat Manor. I don't think I can rest any more than I am right now. I am feeling much better though.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Okay. Good. I worry.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : I sound exactly like my mother, yikes
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : That made me giggle. I am sorry you are worrying about me. I hate making people worried. I tried crepes today. They are like little weird pancake things. But good.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Yeah those are good. Jews have a version called blintzes.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Hang on a second
Itzhak futzes with his phone, getting it propped up with a variety of car manuals. He starts it recording, leans back in his chair again, and plays a moment or two, humming countermelody. His eyes close as he concentrates, his eyebrows tip up. Then he sends that video along.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Blintzes. Food has such weird names.
Then the video of Itzhak playing comes over and Isolde grinned brightly as she listens to it.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : I love listening to you play. Thank you again for playing for me at the hospital.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : No problem. I wanted to help somehow. That's what's great about violin. It always helps.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : It does. Some people asked me about it after. I think you helped lots of people that day 🙂
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Did you know marshmallows come in ghost shapes? My boss gave me some today. They're so cute. I don't want to eat them.
Itzhak's smile is wistful, bittersweet, as he reads those messages.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Yeah I knew that. My niece loves those on Halloween. You can eat them. There's always more.
Isolde looks towards the bag that houses the ghost marshmallows. Starting to type. Maybe we can- No. She doesn't want to go there yet. Well, not over texting at least.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Maybe you can come see me after you're done working? And we can eat them together.
Itzhak, idly tapping out the beat with the side of his boot propped up against his desk, watches the dots flash.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Sure. I'd like to see you. Alexander too. How's he doing?
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Honestly I'm not sure. I feel like I haven't seen him at all since I got home. I must keep missing him or something.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : He was pretty upset when I took him home.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : What happened to him?
Itzhak sends that before he thinks, then grimaces. "Way to worry her," he mutters.
Of course Isolde is concerned now, and starts typing out a text to Alexander too!
(TXT to Alexander) Isolde : Are you okay? Did something happen to you?
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : I should probably let him tell you
(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : Sorry, I dropped a dime on you
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : I messaged him. I will have to try and stay awake and catch him when he comes home.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Anyway. I will try not to worry. He is still alive. So that is a good thing.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : He's fine, just, yeah, he'll tell you I guess
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : He will. Maybe. Question. Do you have a car I can borrow? I need to get some actual legal ID since I'm staying here for the long haul I guess. And also need to brush up on my driving. Not Heartbreaker. Obviously. Like. A junker.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : I don't but it won't be hard to find one. How long has it been since you drove?
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Uhm. Long. Like. A couple years at least for serious driving.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : You don't need to drive for an ID. It sure is useful though. You'll probably be fine, it's hard to forget how to do. We'll just refresh your memory
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : It would be better than walking everywhere when the weather gets colder.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : I would appreciate it. Next will be looking for my own place. Something to save for at least. But. One thing at a time.
Itzhak considers those texts for a minute or two.
He knows so little about her. Alexander warned him to be gentle with her. They seemed close, and now she wants to move out?
He can't help it; some alarm bell in the back of his brain is dinging.
So he starts and deletes something two, three times in a row.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : Planning on sticking around this place huh?
Isolde watches curiously as those dots rise and fall. Disappear and reappear.. Skeptical when only a single question comes through.
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Yep! Maybe here on Elm so i am close to Alexander abd Luigi and you. But i miss having a bed. And i want a space for my own. And i want frogs. Maybe a cat too. I dunno.
Seems innocent enough, but Itzhak hasn't survived this long not listening to his subconscious warnings. Still. No reason to get weird at her.
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : I'll help you with the frogs if you want
She blushes a little as she thinks of the other reaons why having her own house would be nice. Then Itzhak mentions the frogs and she can focus on that!
(TXT to Itzhak) Isolde : Really? I would like that
(TXT to Isolde) Itzhak : There's a lot you can do with a frog habitat, lots of different kinds of frogs you can keep
Reptiles. That's a safe topic.
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