2020-03-06 - About That Party
In which various things are discussed.
IC Date: 2020-03-06
OOC Date: 2019-10-19
Location: Spruce Residential/29 Spruce Street
Related Scenes: 2020-02-29 - Hyaversary!
Plot: None
Scene Number: 4189
(TXT to August) Itzhak : ok yeah so I might have not thought through the whole part where I texted everybody I knew.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I was going to let you claim it was booze or painkillers. was it not?
(TXT to August) Itzhak : uh, well, I mean, it was. just. also the kind of thing I do because I'm an impulsive idiot
(TXT to August) Itzhak : anyway if you need me to take out an ad or something saying 'nm, rosencrantz is a dumbfuck' i'll do it
(TXT to Itzhak) August : nah, I mean. to be honest, I've been thinking about working myself up to it.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : yeah. i know you have, man. and the only reason you haven't is you don't feel like you deserve a wife like her.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : look let's be 100% honest, I don't
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I swear to God I'm gonna go over there and slug you Roen
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I can't really live in a city permanently, They're hovering over me, I can barely control the Art despite having it since I was a kid
(TXT to Itzhak) August : this isn't husband material
(TXT to August) Itzhak : did I tell you Bex asked me to be the father of her child?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : ...huh. I guess I wouldn't have thought she'd be feeling kids, you know, after everything.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : me neither, but her brother had his first, and now she's really feeling it
(TXT to August) Itzhak : so tell me an ex-con car thief doesn't deserve to have a kid with a girl like her.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : that's completely different, though, if you're not marrying her and living with her.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : (wait. are you?)
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I don't know what I'm doing, that's way not the point. the point is that if you don't deserve to marry Ellie, I don't deserve to be a dad to Bex's kid.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : if you're thinking 'jesus, Rosencrantz is breaking out the emotional blackmail here', lemme tell you you're right
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I guess I deserve to have this thrown back at me don't I.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : well. great news: they took it out of our hands.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I am not gonna let you fuck this up for yourself.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : actually I guess the Art did. like usual. but, honestly, I appreciate that. I would find a way to, after all.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : that wasn't Them. that was more like, i dunno, like a fairy tale. Stuff happening according to its own rules.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I like that. lets me not worry about it being a bad idea.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : anways we decided, probably fall. gives me time to find her a nice engagement ring. maybe get Hyacinth to make us some bands. that sort of thing.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : and, you know, yeah maybe it's not how you woulda picked to do it. but this shit ain't all bad all the time. we gotta go with it when it gives us good stuff, too.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : fall, sounds great.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : yeah. kind of hard to remember that, sometimes.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : not here in town, right?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : oh fuck no
(TXT to Itzhak) August : probably Olympic. maybe somewhere around Seattle, or down on the Oregon coast.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : so listen. I'm going with some folks to clean up a mess I might have made in the forest. not sure how safe it's going to be. keep an eye out while I'm gone, okay? peregrine's still out there.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : there's unicorns and there's fauns and there's magic that lets a couple of guys like you and me do shit beyond our wildest dreams. I think there ain't as much bad over There as there is just kinda wild shit, and good shit too. You got a dollop of good. Run with it.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : is this that gnome thing
(TXT to Itzhak) August : yes. though not the part about repopulating the gnome race. just dealing with the trees.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : there is unrest in the forest, there is trouble with the trees
(TXT to August) Itzhak : yeah, I'll hold it down on this end. after dragging de la Vega out of that Dream I feel like I could kick anybody's ass. you know. with my crutch.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : please don't.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : that song is the worst thing Rush ever did to me
(TXT to August) Itzhak : i'm laughing at your pain
(TXT to August) Itzhak : so, hey. does this mean me and de Santos get to throw your bachelor party?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : yeah sure. can I assume if I ask you to be best man you won't freak out on me
(TXT to August) Itzhak : ah hell. well I can't promise I won't cry. but not about to freak out on ya.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : crying permitted. I'm going to after all
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I guess we can consider it my farewell to dick party
(TXT to August) Itzhak : ...okay I wasn't gonna say that. YET. but now that it's out there
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I expect male strippers. plural.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : oh there's gonna be dicks.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : and obviously if we could not hold it, you know, not here
(TXT to Itzhak) August : needn't be far but like, seattle might be preferred
(TXT to August) Itzhak : seattle is gonna be safest. never thought I would need to classify cities based on how safe they are to get married or hold gay bachelor parties in but here we are
(TXT to Itzhak) August : here we are indeed. and it'll probably be small--immediate family, a few friends. we'll do a party here in town, maybe, later.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : on second thought...that should be outside town too.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : why tempt fate, right?
(TXT to August) Itzhak : not gonna let anything mess this up. including you.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I'll admit that my main concern here is I can't stop thinking about James' wedding, and Peregrine.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : yeah, no kidding. of course you're worried about that.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : but maybe if it's outside town, it'll be okay. I don't know that he'll be able to mess with things so far away from a strong spot like we have here. or so I'm hoping.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : you know what my ma would tell you? she'd tell you not to borrow trouble.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : your mom's a smart woman.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : anyways, thanks though. for being here to not let me fuck it up.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : she told me she wouldn't hold me to it since, you know, neither of us were intending to do that. I couldn't bring myself to not tell her I was already thinking about it. she seemed surprised.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : man, you do it for me. a LOT you've done it for me. gonna see you get married and that...is gonna be fucking amazing.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Ellie's a nice girl like that
(TXT to August) Itzhak : I'da held you to it. lol
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I guess I just figured she knew that I was in it for the long haul, or at least as long as she was.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : everybody who knows you knows that, Roen. you know how many hearts you're gonna break, getting hitched?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : eh, not nearly as many as you would if you stopped being poly, trust me.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : god, stop trying to make me blush, I'm on to your ways
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I'll admit I'm still worried I'll fuck it up. being a husband, a dad, all of that.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I like the blushing, though
(TXT to August) Itzhak : everybody fucks it up a little. we all get by. <-- Jewish philosophy
(TXT to August) Itzhak : oy, everyone tells me they like it! hate it, stupid capillaries
(TXT to Itzhak) August : mmm. words to live by.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : Ellie hates it too, and I'll admit I'm glad I'm not a blusher even if I love how you both are
(TXT to August) Itzhak : okay so no major disasters between now and fall, right?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : yeah. no major disasters. or at least not before summer.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Javier needs a hell of a break. so do I, honestly
(TXT to August) Itzhak : and no...I don't know if I'm gonna say yes to Bex's kidprosal
(TXT to August) Itzhak : that's a pretty big fuckin responsibility for a guy who's living in a prefurnished basement
(TXT to Itzhak) August : yeah, he sure as hell does. he should seriously think about taking some time for himself. and I don't just mean to sit in building window with a sniper rifle looking for peregrine though I'm sure he's considered it.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I get that. I mean, hell, I feel the same way. but I mean, I grew up in a trailer park, so I also know people in not-amazing circumstances can still be good parents. including you.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : God knows I ain't getting any younger, and I always figured I'd have kids. oy. I dunno.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : well, Bex doesn't want an answer right away, at least
(TXT to Itzhak) August : eh, then think on it. have you talked to de la vega or isolde about it? since it's maybe a thing for them.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : not yet. It's definitely a thing for him. with everything he's been through, sorta figured that talk could wait.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : ...yeah. It could be a good thing, but it also might not. no hurry either way, he needs time to put himself back together.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : also when are we fixing your garage.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : asafp, pal
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Bax is, uh, slightly evil at the moment. but when he's better I'm gonna talk to him about painting it.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : alright, we'll start with basics. getting your lifts working. replacing the tools. I bet if you put your order in with munroe they'll cut you a deal.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : wait. he's what??
(TXT to August) Itzhak : those nice old dykes who run the hardware store?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : yeah, they'll appreciate the business over amazon
(TXT to August) Itzhak : he's a little evil. only a little! he tried to swap de la Vega's curse on himself.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : it worked a little
(TXT to Itzhak) August : how the christ did he manage that?
(TXT to August) Itzhak : Baba Yaga
(TXT to Itzhak) August : from when de la vega fucked up your arm?
(TXT to Itzhak) August : well. from when baba made him etc.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : right. wishes. that was Bax's wish. to fix him. but she said someone else had to take it.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : so he picked himself. because of course he did.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : that's how he does.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : if I was smart enough to think of it, I'd have taken it for him too
(TXT to Itzhak) August : for once I'm damned glad you weren't.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : ...admittedly from a pure destruction standpoint I'm way worse than de la Vega
(TXT to Itzhak) August : precisely. you, me, alexander--we would have done a lot worse, I expect.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : he was trying to fight, though, the whole time. I mean Peregrine could have had him snipe half the people who shine before anybody could find him. so you know. coulda been worse. <-- also jewish philosophy
(TXT to Itzhak) August : that's not what peregrine wants, though. he wants strife and pain. death's too easy.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : and you, or me, we could level the town, if we wanted.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : ....yeah, well, from that point of view, de la Vega's a prime way to sow discord.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : right. he's a cop, which gives him a fair amount of power and access.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : let me know if there's anything I can do to help with the kid. kind of rough, getting de la vega sorted, though maybe it wasn't all of the curse, so won't be as bad?
(TXT to August) Itzhak : pretty sure it's not all of it. just like, a chunk. Roxy wished away all the wishes just when it happened.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : let you know, though.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : thank god for that at least. I'll ask around for someone who can work on the lifts. gonna need to be rewelded, I figure, unless you want to scrap them and just look for replacements.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : hell, I can fix 'em. that's nothing I can't do. need materials mostly.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : maybe a trip to a scrapyard, then?
(TXT to August) Itzhak : yeah, replacement hydraulics, probably a concrete saw. Gonna have to widen the bays so the lifts will fit. Oy gevalt, what a project it's gonna be. Alexander told me it's spit in Their eye to get to work with purpose.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : should be one nearby. we'll see what we can find. concrete saw we can rent from munroe.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : I like that. so we'll just work harder. keep an eye on one another.
(TXT to August) Itzhak : truer words. so let's get to work. speaking of which I gotta get going, but not to work.
(TXT to Itzhak) August : same. take care of yourself, yeah?
(TXT to August) Itzhak : ::fingerguns emoji via two pointing hands both pointing left::
(TXT to Itzhak) August : ::beer emoji:: ::kiss emoji::
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