2019-12-06 - Keeping Up-To-Date and Elves
Byron contacts Alexander regarding a recent death. Other topics are discussed.
IC Date: 2019-12-06
OOC Date: 2019-08-19
Location: Gray Harbor
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 3088
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Clayton. Just got back from a Las Vegas trip. Read that one of the newlyweds from that wedding was found dead. Is that anything Isabella needs to be concerned about?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I read the car, and it was definitely Peregrine. I don't know if he's going to target Isabella or not.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Have we got an actual name on the guy, yet?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: No. If I knew his real name I wouldn't be using a fake.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: But Peregrine has such a nice ring to it.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: It is a nice name. But not his real one. I am regretting the loss of my range a lot.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: What exactly did Peregrine do?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: To Carmichael? Stepped in front of his car, and I think he prevented the air bag from deploying properly. If it had, the man probably would have survived.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Is someone, I'll assume not the police unless they know something or other, going to keep an eye on Carmichael's wife?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: August was going to see her, and then he's going to get back with me.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: And how has Isabella been?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I have learned that I need to let her know when there is going to be a naked woman in my bed. It was a learning experience.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I meant regarding this Peregrine incident or what followed, but that's always a good idea to keep in mind.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Then again, at the rate that everyone's breaking up, I'd be careful if I were you.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I haven't had a chance to catch up with her yet, about it. It's been a busy day. I'll do it soon.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I'm asking you instead of her because I feel there's a chance that there will be two, while not different, stories from different perspectives. I'll reach out to her soon.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Yes. She'll say she's fine, and not be.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: You still haven't been drawn in to anything dangerous due to receiving your invitation? Are you concerned about the one that got away? In relations to your not being summoned.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Nothing that seems related. An elf ate some of my Christmas shopping, but that's all. And no. Something will probably happen, but I can't stop that. So I just have to wait for it, and go through it.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I hope it wasn't something terribly expensive that was eaten. That would be annoying. Elves though. Not real elves, I'll assume. The daylight will start to grow shorter. Not that daylight is any protection from this sort of thing.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: How are we defining real elves?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: (...)
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: (...)
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Nevermind.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: You hate yourself that you used the phrase 'real elves' in a serious conversation, don't you.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I could ask you to differentiate between the kind of elf. Santa's vs. Tolkien's etc. But Tis the Season.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Santa elf. But with black eyes from end to end, and rows of shark teeth.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: With Christmas shopping in full swing and the need to pick out decorations for all three buildings, I'll keep an eye out for them. Thanks.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: They only seem to want gifts bought for other people.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: That's what the majority of items bought will most likely be, yes.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Then, yes, be careful. I drew them away with an illusion of Santa, so they're not bright.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Why were you in Vegas?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Oh. Well. yes. that would be nice.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: That wasn't for you.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Easton Marshall needed time away from here. Get his mind off things. And I figured it wasn't.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Geoff came with.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Oh, good. Bennie is staying with me for the moment. I really don't know what to do with them.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: So you know about that?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: All I know is trouble follows them wherever they go. There were Russians and leopards and... It was a night to remember, though I'm not sure how much of it Marshall will remember.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Yeah. Bennie needed a place to stay after she left. Russians and leopards? That does sound entertaining.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: How is Easton doing?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: They made a cute couple too. That's too bad. The last I saw, he had other things on his mind, but who knows, since we arrived back into town.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: ::frowning face:: They were. And I have concerns. But I don't know what to do to help either of them.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: So you know that there was cheating involved?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Yes.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I'm not going to throw any stones about that. Sometimes you find yourself with someone that you're more compatible with.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I don't think that's what this was. It isn't as if Easton fell in love with someone else, or even wanted to date someone else. I think it's complex.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Why do you say that?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Just knowing a bit about what they were going through.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I'll take your word for it.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Relationships are complex and complicated things.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: They are. And a surprisingly number of failure modes, even when everyone involved wants it to succeed.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: (...)
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I believed that if you really wanted a relationship to work, if everyone involved wanted it to work, then you'd make it work.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Seems that in hindsight, that's not always the case.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Sometimes relationships cross lines, and it doesn't really matter how much you love someone, you can't stay with them while they're doing what they're doing.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: See, I have different ideas on that. But I can see the point that you're making.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Oh?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I didn't message you so that we can discuss what makes a strong relationship. But I believe, no matter what, if you want to make a relationship work, you find a way to help your partner out. Through whatever they may be going through.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Sometimes they don't want help. Sometimes they may care about you, as much as they're able, but they are going to keep doing what they're doing, and you can only leave, oppose, or be complicit. It's not an easy decision. But no, I cannot imagine you texted me about the philosophy of relationships. 🙂 What can I help you with?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: If it comes to that, you do what you can to deal with the problem or situation.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: And no, I primarily inquired about Carmichael's death and whether that has had any effect on Isabella.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: On that we are agreed. I checked in with her. I think she's okay. Not enthused, or anything, but none of us are.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Check this out. ::attached, picture of what's clearly some sort of large attic, with an axe trap where the axe blade is made of the sharpened edge of a silver platter::
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Looks too spacious to be your attic or else I'd ask if you were redecorating.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: The fact that you think I might have silver platters somewhere in my attic is endearing. No. Addington House attic.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: You put Gohl's skull on some silver plate when you delivered it to me. It's not that far-fetched.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Why do the Addingtons have their attic boobytrapped?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Elf on the Shelf turned homicidal. And resourceful. So, here I am, cleaning up boobytraps set by a four-inch-tall maniac.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: And you asked for the head.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Yes, but you can understand why I might think that you have random silver serving dishes lying around for just that one moment where someone asks you for something ludicrous and not in a literal sense.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: It seems that you pissed off the elves recently.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Is this one similar to the elves that hungered for gifts?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I didn't. But there are thrift shops, and I'm resourceful. And this one isn't my fault. Patrick Addington pissed it off. I was just hired for clean up. And no, it was a doll, not a gift eater.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Oh right, I believe you mentioned it before. Or someone did. Did you put a stop to its murderous anger?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Seeing just how brightly Addington shined, I'm not surprised that he nor the museum would be plagued by such things.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Yes. Well. Bennie did. I have its head. I promise not to give it to you on a tiny silver dish.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Much appreciated. So. Elves of all makes seem to be a problem currently.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Do you recall this happening last year?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: My Dreams have always been of a more personal matter and I was never drawn into... anyone else's until this year. So I can't say that I've experienced these things any time before this current year. Not like this.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Actually, the same. Before that time on Gilford's boat, the last time I'd been pulled into a Dream with anyone was middle school. I've had some strange and absurd ones, but never quite like what I've experienced in the last eight months.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: You know how my childhood friends are and how bright their light is. It's amazing that we've never experienced this before as a group.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: So you destroyed the elf on the shelf. I never really understood why anyone would buy those things to begin with.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: The booby trap. Did that remain even after you dispatched with the elf?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I don't know either. On either regard. I mean, I know why I wouldn't have had group dreams, but you had friends. And the Elf on the Shelf is just creepy.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Yeah. There's a couple dozen of them up here. That we've found. Not counting the lantern bombs.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Why would anyone buy that many elves for shelves? Unless they just manifested themselves from Dreams. Lantern bombs too? Elves and lanterns. Got it.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: No, there's just one elf. It just made a lot of traps. Industrious.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I'm sure some would think that it's a pity. Why not leave those traps set up for Margaret Addington to walk into.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I'm pretty sure she never comes up here. And Patrick probably doesn't deserve it. Probably.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: That's good to know. I have something that belongs there, but Hyacinth let me 'borrow' it.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Oh?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Something that belonged to my great grand aunt, I believe she is. I'd need to look at those documents again. Margaret Addington's mother. After the incident with Gohl and, I believe Hyacinth being spiteful towards her own family, possibly, she thought that I should have it. A wedding dress.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Not that I expect it to be missed. I have no idea where in the museum she found the thing.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: There's a lot of stuff here. And a basement, too. But that was...sort of nice of her.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Not that I know what to do with it. It's not as if I owned a museum to put it in. Even if Marchand may or may not be turning my childhood home into a museum of sorts.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: And that is creepy and we need to make that stop.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Won't help with the wedding dress.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: My mother had Thanksgiving there against my wishes. After we'd already shared Thanksgiving with her a few days before, then invited her to help serve food for the unfortunate, just to prevent that.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: That doesn't surprise me. She seemed mesmerized by the place.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: She belongs there.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: No one belongs there, Byron. It's a haunted horror of a thing. Shadows and pain and twisted memories. I don't
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I just think that we need to shut it down, and fix Olivia and the other one from whatever's gotten in their brains.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: She doesn't see it that way.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I told Olivia Marchand that we'd be stopping by after Thanksgiving some time.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Yes, well. Your mother is what she is. And I'll make myself available whenever it's convenient for you. I don't suggest giving her a lot of warning.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: (...)
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I'll let you know.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: All right. Thank you for letting me come along.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Why, thank me? I can't promise that this will be pleasant.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I don't expect it to be. But I know you don't like people involved in your things. So I appreciate you being willing to allow me to come along.
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