2020-03-04 - It's Not a Bug, It's a Feature
Grant discovers an awesome spider! And a slightly less awesome ER waiting room.
IC Date: 2020-03-04
OOC Date: 2019-11-10
Location: In The Ether
Related Scenes: 2020-03-02 - Can You Hear Me Now? 2020-03-04 - Enfants Terribles 2020-03-08 - The World's Most Extraordinary Homes
Plot: None
Scene Number: 4448
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Oooh ooh ooh, my dude, check this out!!! [SMS: image of funky arachnid sent]
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: It's like the funkadellic couch of the spider world man. You ever seen one of these before? Super pretty. Had to share.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Reminds me of that piece you sent me a pic of yesterday morning. Evening. Something? Stop being in the future. You coming back my 8th or your 8th anyways? I forgot to ask.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: No, I've not seen one like that before. Very fancy abdomen. Makes me think a bit of of burl woods...
Where'd you run into it?
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I'll be coming back both 8ths, actually. We leave around noon and arrive around two, through the magic of time zones. Though that'll be about ten for me, so at least midnight by the time I get actually home. Four or five pm Gray Harbor time.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Isn't Burl Woods the guy that sings all the holiday music? He's got some bad skin
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: You should see his acting.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Ives, I think. Is the singer. I can't think which songs but this may be for the best.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Heh right. Well good for him getting that condition cleared up. I ran into it in my dad's garage. I'm going to look for a jar or something to take care of her.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: After you've had a chance to get back and are up for peopling lemme know. I'm guessing laundry and a nap will be topping your to-do list.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: What, like a pet? It's probably perfectly pleased to be living in the garage, you know. Where all the delicious bugs are.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: How much peopling have you got in mind? I find it usually works best to refuse to sleep until nine or ten when I get back. Not that I make any promises as to the quality of my company in that state.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Well I was thinking if you wanted to do food or something could be cool. Greg paid me out for the month so I thought I'd hold onto that in case you wanted to grab a bite or something.
(A couple hours later)
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: [SMS image of a galleon ship in a storm drawn on the cup wrapper of a disposable coffee cup]
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Hey, God bored waiting at the ER so I drew a thing.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Think it turned out pretty sweet. Thought I'd share
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: So even a deity can't create enough patience for a place like that. It is a nice ship, though. Looks a bit like it's being menaced by a ghost-rabbit. What are you working with?
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: And more importantly: why are you even at the ER? If they're making you wait and you're illustrating coffee cups I presume you're not currently dying?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Heh, yeah. Kinda feels like that. Had a contest pencil on me and white colored pencil.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I mean, I guess I am at some point. I hope not right now. I got things to do and book checked out still.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Bit my cheek.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Well, yes, I suppose we all are at some point, but looking at it as always 'currently' seems needlessly morbid. And would arguably lead to far more time in ER waiting rooms than anyone could reasonably stand. How badly have you bitten your cheek to need medical attention for it, and how did you manage that?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Oh I didn't do it. It was the bug. It feels gnarly let me tell ya. 4/10 do not recommend. 3 points for cool bug though. 1 point for getting to use necrosis in a sentence.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I am fairly sure there's also at least -7 if the sentence in question also involves one's own flesh. How bad is it? And why was a bug anywhere near your cheek in the first place?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Well I might have a bitchin scar if anything but ya know like, I dunno. So long as I have a face and they're not about to tell me I can't eat stuff I'll be okay.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Hurts tho. Kinda puffy. I don't look like an extra on the Walking Dead at all so that's something. Just feelin kinda numb and a little off.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I hope Buggo is alright. I htink I scared her.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I may regret this but otherwise I'm going to just imagine horrible things, so: I require a picture. Of the bite, not the bug. Is this that spider or another bug and why was it in a position to bite your face?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: [SMS: Image sent of Bax looking tired with a red sploch on his cheekbone and his face looking puffy and irritated but at least not like a horror show in progress. He is also flashing a peace sign because Selfie Rules mandate it]
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I had to get close to try to put it in a jar. It was windy man. Or it's Gray Harbor and she was possessed by some terrible thing and was freaking out because lack of agency. You know, like one does.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Yes, it was suddenly and unaccountably possessed by you! Did I not say to leave it in the garage? 😒
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Actually necrosis? Ugh, your poor face. Even if the spider feels you deserved that, the rest of us don't. Can't someone just... do something about it?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Neither of us wanted this!
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: hell the spider looked all O,,O
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Yeha I'm not going to die. The nurse said she's seen worse and to hold tight.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Given one of my neighbors growing up was eaten by his own mailbox once this ain't comforting exactly.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: It'll sort out. I wasn't gonna say anything because I didn't want you to worry 🙁 I just wanted to show you the furniture bug >_<
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Well, if it helps, I suspect very few people eaten by mailboxes grace the ER. Now try to avoid antagonizing things that dissolve flesh, even if they do somewhat remind one of a 1970s Baughman credenza.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: And make someone heal you. Unless you're intending to attempt a career in 1960s spaghetti westerns or mafia films, your face doesn't require a scar. ...if you were, I regret to inform you you're slightly late.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Hey, they have to go take selfies of me. I'll text you and let you know what's up if you want.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I'll get it looked at and talk to Daisy about healing it. Promise.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Miss you too. ❤️
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Reasonably certain they don't qualify as selfies if someone else is taking them. Unless the doctors are taking them with you, I suppose, in which case this all must be more extraordinary than it appears, and I want copies.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: ...good. Yes, do that. Let me know. And for the love of Anansi, no more spider wrangling, Bax. 🍰
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: [SMS selfie with the Medical Assistant both waving.]
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Because I enjoy seeing you terribly pleased? Sure. I think I can manage that. Talk to you in a bit.
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