2019-10-08 - Security is Mostly a Superstition

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : hey, pet. you and Gunner still getting on like a house on fire?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : It's not on fire yet. What's up, love?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i'm over this death crud, wanted to see if you're still healthy. and a question. (eggy sandwiches this weekend? — not the question, but a question)

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Good! About damn time. Yeah, I'm fit as a fiddle with emphysema, and damn right I want eggy bread. What's the question?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : do you know anything about... exorcisms ending in umm.. fucked up rage possession that's like ghost-herpes in that every-fucking-body seems to have it?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : don't joke about emphysema. i'll think about that every time you light a new one.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : [Bouncing Dots]

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Shit. That explains it.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : first curses, then grandma-grandpa rage, and somehow this is about billy fucking what's his name. i keep thinking about dave grohl every time he comes up. it's distracting.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : The bruises on your neck. Truth. Now.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : that's related, yes. apparently a bunch of people, and i don't know if they were all at the event or not, have explosions of rage. that isn't... quiet them. more than one decent person has tried to kill their lovers or friends the last two weeks.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : *quite

<FS3> Carver rolls Occultism: Success (8 7 5 5 2 1)

<FS3> Carver rolls Veil Info: Good Success (7 6 6 6 5 5 5 3 2 1)

<FS3> Carver rolls Folklore: Great Success (8 8 8 7 7 2)

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Shit.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : ... that seems bad.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : is that bad?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : how bad is that?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : It's fine as long as everyone knows what they're doing and have done this before, knowing what to expect.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : ... how likely is that?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Well, this town is largely full of children playing with discarded radioactive material because it's neat and glows in the dark.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : so, 35,maybe?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : uh. well. someone said something about 'boxing him', but didn't explain what that means. and i can't believe i'm using this term, practically.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Sounds like imprisonment. 38. 39 if they've got a shitty vessel.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : They could mean boxing boxing but that never goes as well as you'd hope.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Erin seemed to think it was a possibility he leaked. or escaped... i forget what she said because i was too busy being like okay magic healing is a thing. yay rib fractures begone. people said a lot of words i didn't... um. hold onto. i think maybe it was a healing concussion.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : is this 38 out of 100 or a more reasonable 50?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Dead, love.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : this is a guestimated collateral damage counter.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : oh good. it's that kind of FUBAR.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : look on the bright side, that's including the current count.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : the current count's only like...

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : under a dozen. proba—maybe

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I'm sure they've got it handled.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : Alistair Carver you are a damned dirty liar.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You know how I'm not dead yet?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Not getting involved if I don't have to. That and running away. Oh, and trying not to open strange boxes. And cardio. Blaming others, and a healthy dose of being a hypocrite.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : so you're saying anyone going to the funeral is taking a massive risk with life and limb.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : there's...

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : There's a funeral?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : red is inappropriate, Sutton. wear black, Sutton. Srs bsnss, Sutton. proper sendoff, Sutton.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i think i'm having some delayed rage myself.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : When. Where.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : 5 days, i think. not sure where.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Be safe. I will be livid if you don't show up for eggy bread.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i'm coming over for eggy bread.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I know. I have to go. Be safe.