2019-09-25 - Life Is Like A Box Of...

(TXT to Hyacinth) Isabella : ((Phone call from Isabella Reede's number.))

(TXT to Isabella) Hyacinth : (Answers sounding very tired). The sound of a saw is winding down) "Heeeey. How are things on your end?"

(TXT to Hyacinth) Isabella : ((Isabella sounds like death warmed over on the other end, with the occasional bouts of deep and violent coughing. But she's not a monster and tends to hold the phone away from her when she does.)) "Hey, Hyacinth, I just wanted to check in with you, see how you're holding up. I didn't see you in the meeting at Erin's place." ((She pauses.)) "Also I think there's some kind of ridiculous monster-flu going around, I think it got a good chunk of us - I've got it, Alexander's got it. Byron, Lilith, August, and I think the Captain also. Try to stay healthy?"

<FS3> Hyacinth rolls Composure-2: Success (8 6 5 4 1 1)

(TXT to Isabella) Hyacinth : I didn't know there was a gathering at Erin's place. I-" Her voice stops and there's a pause as she gathers all of her thoughts in her usual tactical manner. Breathe. Organize. Execute. Repeat. "After the hospital I went home, showered, and I just started working on the coffin with my phone turned off. I just found out about my grandfather a little bit ago. I'll be headed to the hospital to speak with him shortly.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Isabella : "Alright. If there's anything you need that I can provide, please let me know. I also wanted to ask if you've been feeling...off, since the exorcism. As in, if you've been experiencing violent bouts of rage. From what I heard last night, it might not be normal."

(TXT to Isabella) Hyacinth : Oh were I not then I'd be concerned. I don't now. Off. I was mentally connected to a man of the vail whose head exploded when I was in it and got brain droppings all over me. That kind of off or the kinf of off where the man that apparently fucking felt so guilty about the sawmill trying to eat me that he may have never once told me the truth. After he killed his own son I dont know he ever fucking loved anything. Guilt is not affection it's just feeling fucking bad it wasn't more fuckign convenient for him

(TXT to Isabella) Hyacinth : ...okay I might have some feelings on this. I'm going to have a crepe, finish this box, and talk to him while he can't run away. I love your face for calling. I will let you know though. <3

(TXT to Hyacinth) Isabella : "You were connected to....Jesus, Hyacinth. I can't even...I'm happy you survived it, but that's...." ((Isabella pauses.)) "I'm calling because August found an infection in Alexander after he did something awful and violent yesterday. Like a parting gift, but it's definitely from William Gohl, and it might be that everyone else involved with this has a piece of him, according to the man who examined him. I'm not sure if that's the case, but I thought I'd warn you anyway, but if you need to go, please be careful. I think considering the difficulties we already experienced trying to get the bastard in the box, the only way this is going to go away is if we get him in the ground as soon as possible."

(TXT to Isabella) Hyacinth : Yeeeees, well..." He pauses with a sigh, "It was what it was." She listens to the retelling of their prediciment with a long pause. "Well shit. I'll warn Vyv in case. he may want to stay out of the kitchen." For everyone's sake. Her nose wrinkles a bit. "Is Alexander safe right now? I mean I'm certain he's upset and I trust you to figure out how to distract the man. I'll try to get done here as fast as I can but This needs to be... a new home. This work needs to be done right and hold up and be without argument and I kinda hate where it's at and may start over but I'm going to see what I can do with it. I'll have the Mechanic help me get it moved wherever he is. I'll call.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Isabella : "He's as safe as he could be right-- " ((Isabella starts coughing violently again, and it continues for a while.)) "...sorry." ((She clears her throat.)) "He's going to be fine. He's not with me, he's with August, but August is looking out after him. I'm not sure where he lives, but he's a good man and he's not scared off easily, which is what he needs. If you know Mr. Vydal, yes please, warn him. As for the casket, no, you're absolutely right - it needs to be a new home, but anything you can do to expedite the process is key, if August's theory is correct. Everything else is set for the funeral, including the sacrifices but until then, we're not out of the woods yet. I just wanted to make sure you knew also, and if nobody's told Itzhak, please let him know, too if August hasn't told him already."

(TXT to Isabella) Hyacinth : I actually do know where that is. We went there to get the tree to lumber for the casket. Terribly sentimental for a plant. Engaging really. I should be wrapped shortly. I'm waiting for the varnish to dry. Are you at home? I'm sending you soup. Climb in bed. hug your phone. Fluids.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Isabella : "...wait, you talked to the tree that provided the wood?" ((Isabella pauses, but after a moment, seems to accept this, too, if not just to ease the burden in her already crowded cranium.)) "Okay. That's different but whatever works, right? It sounds like wherever it is, it's in the middle of the woods - if it is, it's perfect. Unless the worst happens, but I at least know who to call to get someone over there. You're great, Hyacinth. You've been nothing but an innovative soldier this entire ordeal. And yeah, I'm home. Dock forty-seven, The Surprise." ((And here, her smile is practically audible.)) "I'm definitely not saying no to soup."

(TXT to Isabella) Hyacinth : Well I appreciate that." The little bit of gratitude going a long way, and the ghost weighing on her only amplifying the great existential need for this to be over. "Okay, I'm calling one of my people to bring it over to you with some NyQuil and some things for your skin because a runny nose really dries out the epidermis with all the paper contact and you don't want that to get raw. You'll look funny and feel worse and looking sick will only depress you more." Fashion saves health! "Hang tight. I got you

(TXT to Hyacinth) Isabella : ((Isabella can't help but laugh, though this is hoarse and scratchy and raw, but genuine and warm in spite of it.)) "You're a lifesaver." ((And she sounds like she means it.)) "Thanks, keep me posted, and I'll keep you updated on my end also. Be careful, alright? And Mr. Vydal, also. I got you, too. I'll let you get back to being fabulous."