2019-10-14 - It's Over (It's Not Really)
Lilith is concerned by what Byron donated to the Ghoul's box and draws her own paranoid conclusions given past conversations about memory sacrifice. She's tempted to take a trip and punch him in the face given his choice of answer, then they blahblah.
IC Date: 2019-10-14
OOC Date: 2019-07-15
Location: Around Town
Related Scenes: 2019-10-12 - It's So Hard To Say Goodbye
Plot: None
Scene Number: 2144
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Am I ever glad that that was over. Despite, you know... this sinking feeling that something went wrong.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: How are you doing?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I'm not entirely sure. But I'm glad it's done. You?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I can't say that I'm completely relaxed, but I've been busy. The festival is coming up and with all the distractions, I kinda feel like I'm playing catch up with work.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: We were sick a long time, yeah. Have a job interview with a guy to replace Katy tomorrow.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: So it's tomorrow. Still want me to drop by to assist?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: If you can fit it in, I'd like to hear the things you are inclined to ask and have your assessment.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: If not, I can swing it.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I'll try to make it.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: (Bouncing dots. Then nothing.)
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: What time tomorrow?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Thanks. Probably late morning, midafternoon. We'll see what he confirms and how busy the shop is.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Where'd you get the heart? Did you... give me up with it? Or a memory of me?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Strangely, I found it again. Like it was meant to be. That would have been one of the few things in my possession from before college.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I see.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: And yes, I had Hyacinth place my memory on that piece of paper.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Memory of... what?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: (No response for a bit, to give her time to ponder this)
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: The memory of the day that I was trying to figure out who left that in my locker.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Mm. Alright.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: ... do you still love me?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Because I said I gave up a memory?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Do I seem any different?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Because I don't know what your memory was. Because I don't know how this works, none of us do. Because maybe it was formative, maybe without that hope, you hated me. Maybe because I watched my heart tumble down with no forewarning and I had to dig it out of you to know. Do you know what that looked like and felt like to wonder while you worked?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: It scared me.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Jeez, Lil. I didn't give up a memory. You and everyone else told me not to.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I found that scrap of paper at the last minute. The night before the funeral when I was still debating what to sacrifice. I had... a few options.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I gave up the item that was the hardest for me to get rid of.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: It was a part of my past, something I thought I'd lost the day I got it. Valentines Day. Something that you'd given me.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: It was bitter, not bittersweet, to have found it after all these years and then knowing that I would need to give it up. Something tells me that I only found it because, well, you'd mentioned it.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I don't understand. When you said Hyacinth put a memory on it, you were just telling the LEAST funny joke at the WORST possible time? Because I'm tempted to drive and beat the shit out of you the old fashioned way. Dick.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: And I love you too. But dick.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You're lucky I'm too relieved to bother, my elbows are mean.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I thought it was pretty funny.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Kidding.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: ❤️
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You can make it up to me with a dog now that we don't have to throw it in a box. ❤️ (knife emoji too) ❤️
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: https://tinyurl.com/yxqf42vb
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Goddamn your mini cooper taste in dogs. I bet that thing shakes like it has epilepsy and yaps at everything.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I mean, I'd probably name it Pedro and love it anyway. Or Papi. Definitely Papi.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: But STILL.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: https://www.flickr.com/photos/its-crystal-clear/8202280401
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: They aren't all small.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You're not small.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: ... other than posing Dog in some antique doll furniture downstairs, which is a lot of effort, that's all I got for comeback.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: https://tinyurl.com/y3xz9q4t
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Yorkies are such assholes, you probably shouldn't joke about THOSE either. I'm deleting our sex video.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: (I'm not, I'm copying and selling streams instead like a profiteer because you taught me well.)
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Just let me know where I can download it at.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Free download access at my place if you give me a second round with an actual held camcorder to get the POVs more porn-savvy.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I think I have one of those buried somewhere deep within storage. Let me go fish it out for you.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: https://tinyurl.com/y6avj9fv
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I hate and love you so much right now for that picture. Is it time to tell you the two gowns I found are Oscar de la Renta and roughly 10k each?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Why do you need two? This is for the Masquerade?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I can't decide between two while browsing Neiman Marcus, but I wasn't serious, jesus. 10k is insane.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: It is a bit much, especially for special occasions. That said, it's hard for me to think of anyone wearing something that cost that much for one weekend only.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: But there are people who do.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Oh fuck me, I found one for 1500 and I'm about to order it on the spot just to feel like a princess tomorrow.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: That can be arranged.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Speaking of stupid money, I visited Katy in the hospital and gave her a 3k out of pocket severance package. Since I uh. Severed her arms to a few degrees.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Did she even know it was?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: That it was you?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I made it sound official and part of an insurance package for her 'accident' which she can't really remember. I think she suspects it was me but can't wrap her head around... how. So maybe guilt money is a good thing since I feel like a horrible person now after the fact.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Don't.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I mean it's fine if you feel the need to give her something, but she was a terrible employee. And if she knew that you did it, she'd be stupid to try anything against you. Legal action or otherwise.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I know, but I could have killed her and now she's going through all this stuff and... I made it sound... like it was her fault without even thinking twice about it. That's fucked up. But... yeah. Don't think she'll try anything. That fat bitch that had the shelf fall on her, though, fuck her, she wasn't even hurt, talking about suing me for 'trauma'.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I guess we should meet with the lawyer soon just to run a counter scare tactic on her before she can try.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Well, do what you have to do. And sure, did you get into contact with Miss Ingimarr to set up an appointment?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Not yet, wanted to make sure I was well and stable and everything was... done. Suppose that's on the list with interview for calling, tomorrow.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: So Mid-morning or so, right? I need to meet up with Hyacinth Addington as well tomorrow, unless she reschedules. She said she has something that belongs to my family. Piqued my interest.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I'm nosy about that too, I overheard. Need to give the box to Mags and Kevin soon too, think she wants to talk to me tomorrow as well, had a missed call from her. And I need to finally clean out the trailer to rent and... jeez, murder Ghouls and killer supernatural illnesses sure make a backlist.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: You're telling me.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I need a hot tub.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Where are you going to put it? In the parking lot?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Okay, I need to USE a hot tub.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: And your bathtub because it's better than mine.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: That also can be arranged.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I like it when you arrange.
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