After falling into bed at 8 Elm Street for a 'quick nap', Love wakes up, has no idea what day it is. You know, flu.
IC Date: 2019-09-24
OOC Date: 2019-07-02
Location: Elm/8 Elm Street
Related Scenes: 2019-09-21 - Platinum Invasion 2019-09-24 - Bring Out Your Dead
Plot: None
Scene Number: 1779
(TXT to Viktor) Love : is this a picture of a hammock you've sent me? are you in a tree? are you dying in the woods in a tree right now?
(TXT to Love) Viktor : I am undergoing metamorphosis. I shall become the most beautiful butterfly.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : (Yes. Yes. No, I have cocoa.)
(TXT to Viktor) Love : that was a little bit weird, babe
(TXT to Viktor) Love : (well spotted, me. that's p cool. aw man, i want cocoa now.)
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Get some cocoa. The world is your oyster!
(TXT to Viktor) Love : are you high on nyquil?
(TXT to Love) Viktor : That sounds great right now.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : My joints are telling me this week is going to be terrible.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : my joints are saying you're right. i hallucinated all night, so p sure there was a fever. good time.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Oh good. That explains the bear.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : or you live in the woods and there was a bear.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : I'm too tired to move so if this is an actual bear know i died doing what i loved
(TXT to Viktor) Love : oh, it's like that
(TXT to Love) Viktor : My hammock plan had a downside in that I can't get out of it.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : just flail. eventually you'll fall out.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : I'm somehow deeper in the hammock now.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : my advice is almost always bad, btw
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Mention that twenty seconds sooner next time.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : kinda takes all the fun out of watching you take it
(TXT to Love) Viktor : I'm not bringing you popsicles again. trust betrayed.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : that's the nuclear option. 🙁
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Go big or go home. Oh wait, already home.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : I'm pretty sure this bear is real. And wants dumplings.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : you srsly have a problem. dumplings betrayed you, you still want more.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Dumplings are dead to me, but this bear wants them. I can tell.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : is there really a bear?
(TXT to Love) Viktor : He says yes.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : ...I'm fucking with you. I'm stuck in a hammock sweating my skin off and all of my bones hurt.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : that's mean. 🙁
(TXT to Love) Viktor : I'm the worst. You back at the suites or setting up a vector nest of sick?
(TXT to Viktor) Love : heading back tonight if i can drink enough caffeine to get the energy up to find a ride.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : If this goes as bad as I'm fearing, I figure I've got maybe a day before I can't move and go in to lockdown for a week or so.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : So if I supply run as soon as I drag myself out of this hammock, you're welcome to get dropped off along the way. If not, then it cuts 5 minutes off my trip. No huge deal either way.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : so many words.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : was than an offer?
(TXT to Love) Viktor : DO YOU WANT TO RIDE IN TRUCK
(TXT to Viktor) Love : yes. not as good as a ride on the moto, but we can get cake in a truck. i need cake.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : If I bring the vincent one or both of us will die.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : not until i've had cake. i may be dying. i refuse to die without cake being partly to blame.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : ...We'll stop for cake.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : yes cake. tell me when you're in your truck. i'll get up when you're here.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Need ten to get in truck. Moving.............................
(TXT to Love) Viktor : ........Now.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : did you faceplant?
(TXT to Love) Viktor : I landed on my feet.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Then wobbled over. I've been laying down for uh... hours?
(TXT to Viktor) Love : and then?
(TXT to Viktor) Love : you'll be fine. lock your knees.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Find clothes. OMW.
(TXT to Viktor) Love : i'm wearing them. found. bam.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Gimme 15 for travel.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Oh, small question.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : Where are you?
(TXT to Viktor) Love : right. that's important. 8 elm street.
(TXT to Love) Viktor : 15.
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