2019-11-09 - Ill Will
Vyv's not quite done complaining yet.
IC Date: 2019-11-09
OOC Date: 2019-08-03
Location: In The Ether
Related Scenes: 2019-11-09 - Gray Harbor Paranormal Society Meeting 2019-11-09 - Post Paranormal
Plot: None
Scene Number: 2653
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: If I get the flu
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: I am going to track down this Russell Caldwell
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: and I am going to make him choke to death on disgusting dirty tissues
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Right down his classless, childish, unstable throat.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Oh god Vyv! don't
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: You'd be going near them twice then
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Replace his tissues with clorox wipes. I mean, two birds that way
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: I could probably do it from outside his window. How large can his place be?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: smaller if you aim right.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Don't crush the man's house though you'll ruin neighboring property values and that's paperwork for moi
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: He tried to pelt me with his dirty tissues, Hya. The man ought not be allowed in decent company. I can't imagine why they ever let him out of the asylum he was apparently in; clearly some doctor has exceedingly poor judgement.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: And anyway I'm sure the values would only increase if an empty lot replaced whatever awful travesty he hides himself away in.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: oh god tell minerva to medicate him and get him help. he's no 4
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: No 4?
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Of what?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: not four fucking years old
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: Okay I'm going to see what I can do to help you out. Breathe or our enemies will think they won.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: You are brilliant and successful in ways the world cannot now or comprehend in its infancy yet
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: like the Tesla of arts
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: You're right, I oughtn't let it rankle me. He's really not worth the energy I could place elsewhere. Thank you, darling.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: But if I get the flu, I am still going to make him regret it.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: I'm ordering you something from Amazon. It'll arrive tomorrow.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Ooh, Hya presents? Well, that improves any day. I'm getting a coffee, do you want anything when I leave?
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: You know i really would appreciate that. I'm not going to tell you how to food though. You know what I like. So yes. Something
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: You have a spa box coming tomorrow. You're going to sit in your tub and pour that witch concotion of bubbles and things as written on it and feel like the world is finally paying hte debt it owes you
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: you need this
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: You know, I've not been to a proper spa or anything even spa-adjacent in... months.
(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth: we should go
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: We should, yes. Sometime soon.
(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv: Assuming I don't have that flu. 😡
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