2020-06-07 - Major & Minor Mysteries
Where's Elias? And why's cake gotta be like that?
IC Date: 2020-06-07
OOC Date: 2019-12-19
Location: Text
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 4746
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Have you heard from Elias since the restaurant opening?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: No, but I haven't tried in a few days.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Why? What's up?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: He's gone. Left town. Left me a bloody Dear John letter.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: WTF
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I think he may have gone into the Veil to research his family. He said something about a deal with a creature.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Oh.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: He didn't even speak to me at the opening. He just stayed for a bit and then...left the letter with one of my staff.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Did the letter give any more detail? Like...
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Instructions on How to Heroically Rescue Him from His Own Bad Decisions?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: That he was trying to step out of the way for Cris and I? Despite the fact that I told him more than once that Cris and I aren't exclusive.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Oh that's fucking dumb.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Sorry.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: And that there was some sort of limited-time offer for information. He didn't say if he was going into the Veil or just...meeting someone with information.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: It's all a bloody mess.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: If you're thinking about doing something stupid, you know I'm on Team Don't Be Dumb, but.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Exceptions can be made for friends and mentors and make-out buddies.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: He made it very clear that he doesn't want me to follow him. And I don't even know he's in the Veil.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Do you want someone to follow him for you?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: How would you even go about trying to find where he's got?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Ask his family. Do some research on the Webers. See if he left behind any notes or something? I dunno.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: AJ's the investigative specialist, and that's not always a good thing for him. But that's a whole other story. And not mine to tell. And yet I keep swyping. 😐
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: How are YOU doing?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: He said something about the creature he's meeting with being secretive. I wonder if we might put him in danger if we bungle our way in
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I don't bloody know what to do. I want him to be all right but I know he doesn't want to see me.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Feeling sorry for myself.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: It's only been a few days. Maybe he just needs time. Maybe he's just getting some distnace for a little.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Entirely possible.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I haven't been attentive to him lately. With the restaurant and all.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I am not by my nature a nuturer. And I think he needed more of that.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: There's a reason I've never wanted children.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Yeah. I'm not so great at ... that. Either.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Not that he and I had the same kinda relationship.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Just that I maybe wasn't a very present friend either.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I knew he had other lovers. I suppose I hoped...that someone else might've been meeting his emotional needs. But it seems not.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Whatever this is?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: It is almost certainly about more than just whether he was getting enough snuggling or not.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: He was never the best at telling me what he needed or wanted from me. But perhaps he didn't know.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: And maybe he's gone to figure that out.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: And he remained jealous of Cris. The restaurant opening was the first time they'd been in the same place for ages.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Or if not jealous, like he was somehow in the way.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Yeah, jealous doesn't seem right, but.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I know how it feels to not be jealous but still feel out of place.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Sorry to offload. But I'm also sorry he didn't say goodbye to you either
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I don't mind. Promise.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: And yeah. Figure if he didn't say goodbye, maybe it's not for good.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Just give it time.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I hope he sends a message to say he's all right. If we're over, I can accept that. But I want to know that he's safe.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Yeah. 🙁
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I have a terrible track record with being dumped, if I'm honest.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: So I'm trying not to wallow in bloody self pity.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I find that seriously hard to believe.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I haven't been the one to break it off since I was a teenager.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Why?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Always the dumped, never the dumpee.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: If I knew, I'd stop doing it.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Hold on too long? Fall too hard?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I fall hard. But I also run fast.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Don't pay enough attention.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Get complacent.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Well. Don't do that anymore then 😛
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I charge one slice of pie for my psych consults. You can pay whenever you've got time 🙂
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I do like pie.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: You can buy yourself a slice, too. Very recuperative.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I also do own a restaurant now
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Faaaaancy pie.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Little individual tarts
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: It's a very nice restaurant. Rhys and I really enjoyed our dinner. And drinks. And the music. And the pool. And the penthouse.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: It was a good night.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Tarts will do 😄
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: It seemed successful. I probably stole the spotlight a bit much.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: That is a very silly thing to say.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: The spotlight was yours. You can't steal your own spotlight.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I've been called a peacock. And I suppose that's a bit earned.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: That was your night to strut, handsome. You did so brilliantly.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I really did enjoy your date's suit.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Me too. 😍
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: And Cris? 🔥
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I'll take credit for that one. And Itzhak as well.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I should start up a side gig as a stylist.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: You should.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: And if you need any consultation on make-up or whatever, you lemme know.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: In truth I likely don't need more side gigs. Having a lot going on is what got me in trouble, after all.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Was gonna say color, but I don't think I've ever seen you shy away from the rainbow.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Well.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I'mma be that bitch and point out you've got one less thing going on now 😕
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Yes, quite.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: (...)
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I have made things awkward and can't find a way out that isn't even more awkward. Hi.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Will you forgive me if I'm a bit greedy with Cris' time for a little?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Sorry, just being English.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Oh. Phew!
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I was gonna say, like.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Spend that extra time with Cris.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Or, like, buying me tarts.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I can alway make time for tarts.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: You're good.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Let me know if you hear anything from or about Elias, yeah? And let his friends know.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: He never did introduce me to many of them.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I dunno that I know who he was close with besides you, me and Garrett, but I'll ask the folks who know him to keep an eye out.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: And letcha know if we hear anything.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: But don't put this all on you, okay?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: If he's got stuff to deal with, that's his business.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: He mentioned a Tyler to me.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I don't think I know a Tyler.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I keep going round a whole carousel of different emotions.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Just don't linger too long on any of the ones which put the fault on you, okay?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: He's a grown human adult.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: He's allowed to make his own decisions.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Just like we're allowed to make our own decisions and be dumb and search for him if we want to if he doesn't come back in a few weeks.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: And the decision he made was to leave me on one of the biggest days of my life without saying a proper goodbye or giving me a chance to fix things
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Sorry. One of those emotions I'm cycling through is anger.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: It's alright. Anger is totally justified.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Definitely some bad timing.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Maybe don't hold onto the anger too tight either, though. Feel it, let it go.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I do appreciate you coming. Though I know your date was probably coming for business reasons anyway.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: It keeps getting supplanted with sadness, worry and self-pity.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I invited him. Not the other way around.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I wanted to be there. 💛
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Lean into some joy. Kiss Cris more.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I do appreciate it. I know that you and I have a bit of an odd dynamic.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: We're good. Weird, but good. I like you.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I like you as well.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: 😊
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: And, srsly?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: You need anything, lemme know.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I appreciate it. If you know if any way to know if he's safe...
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Will research. 💚
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I appreciate it, dear.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I'm a babe in the woods with this Veil stuff
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Me too, honestly.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Lived here my whole life, but didn't get weird weird until couple years ago and didn't know other people were weird like that until last summer.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Elias was my mentor. 🙁
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Mine as well. And he was never cautious about exploring
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: That's what worries me.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: But I know who to ask.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Just don't get in to trouble while you're about it, all right?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Cross my heart.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: No rushing headlong into dumb. Just gonna ask some questions.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Gonna start the dream stuff... soon... though.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I just need some time to be stupid in good ways first.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Kidnap people.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Drink too much.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: The usual.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I'm about to do that last one.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: For enjoyment or wallowing?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Wallowing is better with desserts. Same excessive calories, less hangovers!
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I've been on a new fitness regime that precludes cakes.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: It's made Cris rather happy.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: This sounds like torture.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: If that's what you're into, I won't judge.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Not to brag, but my abs have never looked this good.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Sorry, inappropriate.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I mean. Only inappropriate if you don't show me.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Are you asking me to sext you, Ms. Bird?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Just because it's sexy doesn't mean it's sexting.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: You're trying to distract me, aren't you?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I might regret this, but <- this but more candid
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I'm trying to distract me.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: And it's working.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I can see why you're into it 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: It's this or cakes. Hard choice.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I'm a both kinda girl.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I'mma see what I can do about that for you.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Are you going to invent the calorie-free cake?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: No.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: But I know someones who can.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: If you could manage that you'd be well on your way to becoming a millionaire.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I mean. The chemist in me wants to point out that this is already possible.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: There are perfectly good sugar substitutes out there already.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Xylitol is good for baking.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I feel like I shouldn't be revealing my secrets.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Ah, but fake sugar is kind of rubbish though. And the cakes would still have carbs.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: We'll see whatcha say when I make a miracle happen.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I will hold my opinion until then!
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: I'mma go work on some miracles. You take care, gorgeous. I'll be in touch. 😘
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: I am going to kill my caloric count with single malt. But I promise not to overdo it. Thank you for your counsel and the distraction
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Scotch?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Indeed.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Hm.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: An experiment for another time.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: One last question.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: How do you feel about breaking rules?
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Depends on the rules.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Fair.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: Night night 😉
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Hang on, you're not going to tell me which rules?
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: We'll talk. Over scotch. Or not. Depending on how you feel about the rules.
(TXT to Dante) Sparrow: It's a very special bottle. It has rules.
(TXT to Sparrow) Dante: Mysterious
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