2019-11-16 - Mail Sucks
Lilith confirms her ominous mail with August and it leads into some relative commiseration and encouragement for her via texts.
IC Date: 2019-11-16
OOC Date: 2019-08-06
Location: Around Town
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 2775
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(TXT to August)) Lilith: Yes. Mail. I read it. It happened. Itzhak left his intact for you, though?
(TXT to Lilith)) August: sounds like, yeah. not totally sure I want to use the gift to read it. kind of afraid of what will happen.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: I'm sure I don't need to tell you how ugly these things can get, so.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: I imagine it's highly unpleasant to even try and mindbang things from regular people, honestly, let alone... whatever sent THAT. So I am perfectly fine, personally, with you maybe NOT doing that.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: yeah. well, I can't stop ruiz or alexander from doing it if they get one, but if Byron gets one separate from yours, maybe just trash it. or open it and let it burn.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Tempting, but his mail is either employee delivered or in the building lockbox. Maybe in the basket where he dropped it after walking in if he's overdue checking on things too, but that's a long shot I don't remember seeing before I came to the shop. Fuck.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: okay well I guess you can just tell him and ask him to look for it but NOT open it and DO NOT try to read it with the Gift. hopefully he doesn't take that as some sort of challenge to accept.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Yeah. I have to tell him about the tracker on my car. And what I found in the pantry after our snotventure, I'm not sure he saw that either since he's been working and playing catchup. And I have to yell at him about something else, but I might hold that part a while because this is already sounding like an unpleasant conversation.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Also, why is Itzhak blushing like a tomato so damn satisfying?
(TXT to Lilith)) August: yeah, that sounds like it's going to be a lot to cover anyways. just, keep an eye out, if they're coming for us one at a time we can't help one another.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: making any of the blushers glow is always nice. they look so good like that.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: I really hope one at a time is not the case, given we're seeing the mail in multiple for certain, now. But who knows.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: You looked tired, are you having trouble outside of this? I missed... the festival and understand things happened here and there to some, but didn't get specifics too much as yet.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: I overextended a little during the festival. okay a lot. all that damage to st. mary's? that was me. and when They get interested in my the nightmares get a bit worse, makes it hard to sleep. but if we get through this it should clear up some. usually does, until the next time.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Oh. The boards when I drove by... good job fellow shitwrecker. Out of context in the context of shitwrecking only, of course.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: I was lost in a Dream alone during the whole festival and probably shouldn't have been able to get out after so long. They (and I) thought maybe that was it, I was one of the Lost. It wasn't pleasant. So that's why I missed all Byron's... bleh.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: In regards to overextending, though, I start seeing more shadows than usual in the mirrors when it happens. I tend to always see them in some sense, always have, really. But...
(TXT to Lilith)) August: Christ. sorry Lil, that's aweful. I'd heard you were 'stuck' somewhere but not the rest of it. I'm glad you got out.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: yeah, it's a bit like that. the things I have to already deal with become more. which, on the one hand, at least I know what my coping mechanisms are. but on the other it's still rough.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Remember when I warned you and Erin about things seeming vengeance hurt or pissed about all the extreme healing I'd done for people over and over and over when things were hitting the fan? I didn't detail what happened so much as warn, I think. This letter kind of reminds me of that.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: yeah, that's about what this sounds like.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: They were horrible, shambling things, coming at me in a herd wanting me to fix them, but they weren't natural enough for me to even begin to know how to DO that even if I had wanted to.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: So I set one on fire and blazed them all up and they exploded into soot and stained my ceiling. I exploded the ceiling after, but that's not really important, I was mad about the things I felt good and proud about anxiously overcoming being significantly shit on after spending my life as a destroyer.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Shit, they got them too? Ugh.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: okay look. you learning to heal people? that's not the only thing that brought them knocking. use in general does. they just decided to hit you where it counted. they did the same to me. took eleanor and I to a burned out wreck of gray harbor, made me have to choose between saving people and reaching her.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: so this just means you're doing the right thing. pissing them off. undoing their hard work of hurting people.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: That's a better way of seeing it than the idea I can't do good with my powers without pain for trade and turning into the Dark Phoenix to collapse my own office in a tantrum, admittedly. Sigh. Why don't we move? Actually, I know why I don't. But why don't you?
(TXT to Lilith)) August: this place. it keeps us here. I used to live closer to Hoh Rain Forest, when I was stationed there. and I drove through here one day, and the idea of not living here made me anxious. it was like I had to stay. starting to get an idea of why.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: the healing part's been a problem for me for a long time, so I can relate to that. but it's definitely not you, or your fault. They're just assholes. it's a thing you can work on in spite of Them. just have to be more judicious, I guess.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: That's... screwy. Not that my reason for coming back and staying isn't fucked up, but now I wonder what else it would be if this issue were a non-issue. Okay, new question, then-- how are we not drunk every day of our life here?
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Because I think we deserve a medal for that.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: well, I have a LOT of coping mechanisms I use for that part. ::laughing emoji:: but it's different, for those of us who've gone through hard things. we don't see a place like this as so bad because we've had worse. it's not a good thing we feel that way, per se. but it gives us a resilience to it.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Yeah. Life outside was uncomfortable and unpleasant after I left here for other reasons and I didn't exactly thrive after running, so makes sense, I guess. This place is too in my bones, maybe, and others too, like you say. It's odd, though, to feel more in place here than anywhere else, though.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Identity security, I guess. Get to be who we are, because things are fucked.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: right. it's unfortunate, but there's a freedom in it. maybe we don't choose to stay., but it allows us to be this, and not pretend or forget this part of ourselves. like using the power bringing them--it's all a trade off.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Yeah. There's things that make me happier than I ever was outside, so. Goodness, look at me, being positive. What are you, Mister Rogers?
(TXT to Lilith)) August: no I'm not nearly as nice as him. ::halo emoji::
(TXT to Lilith)) August: okay, I have to go climb a tree. take care, be careful.
(TXT to August)) Lilith: Don't hump it while you're scaling it, treehugger. Talk soon.
(TXT to Lilith)) August: ::tree:: ::hug emoji:: no promises
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