Wherein Vyv tries very hard not to murder anyone today.
IC Date: 2020-08-09
OOC Date: 2020-02-01
Location: In The Ether
Related Scenes: 2020-08-08 - The Sunken City
Plot: None
Scene Number: 5040
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I am quite sure there are reasons I have not yet resorted to murder, but at present they seem to be slipping my mind.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Because orange is totes gauche and you'd have to trust Corey with doing everything alone?
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Only if they caught me.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: What's happening. Talk it out with me.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Only one man in the Harbor would bother pairing victim, weapon, and matching napkins to not ruin the furniture. They'd catch you. I say that with all admiration and support, bubbeleh.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: They could never be certain whether it was me or Hyacinth. ...all right, I allow 'motive' could be an issue there.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Vyvyan
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Show me on the menu where the bad people hurt you
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Well. First of all, two of them have managed to get themselves ill at the last minute, and while I do insist they not come prepare food when unwell I suspect today's discomfort has less to do with virii and more with vino.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Meanwhile David has moved on from burning caramel and managed to not only curdle but burn a creme pat. All he had to do was whisk and watch while Sophia got the ganache started!
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Out front some idiot who ought to have her ovaries confiscated was too distracted or incompetent to keep track of her spawn and there is now half a crayon mural being scrubbed off the wall. Not, of course, by either her or the destructive larva.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Though I suppose at least also not by me.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Not to mention an attempted delivery of fifty melted pounds of chocolate this morning.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: And there's a crack in the sole of the oxblood half-brogues I intended to wear today which was NOT there when I put them away. I'll have to take them in.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I want my PA back.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I think HIPAA prohibits you making people submit a generic test to see what their vital tolerance is or from repoing people's organs. So let's work around that for now for like convenience's sake.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: What does she need to go have children for? If she wants that badly to be at someone's 24 hour beck and call for unreasonable demands I am SURE I could have accommodated this.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: And I at least say thank you.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: People fail to appreciate your true potential. It's true.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Constantly.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I'm sorry you are understaffed and they are over whelmed and handling it badly.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Hey, I can take care of ordering dinner to have it here if you can tell me what you're feeling and when you are heading out. It'll go with the surprise I'm working on
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Oh gods, I'm not sure I can take any more surprises today.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I here by dedicate efforts today to make it suck less for you
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Nowhere around here does delivery sushi, do they. Hm.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: It can.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I might not be fancy but I have a phone and a skate army
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: 2 of my peeps are couriers and they'll do me a solid. Doubt worry about the how. Worry about these want. The how is my problem
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Thai, maybe? As I recall that Table Thai place wasn't bad. Odd name, though.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Hm. You're sure your skate army can be properly entrusted with food? Because I do still crave the decimation of seaweed.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Is it Table Thai or Thai Table?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: You want sushi anyways. You're getting it.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Id take a pic of rude surprise but it'd give you heart burn until it's done
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: For now breathe, trust me, and know it'll Getty better. I promise to be done when you are home
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Unless you want to see
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Also, that unagi roll thing I liked. Let's add that to the list
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Thai Table flows much better. Why didn't they go with that? I don't know any Thai at all, outside menus; perhaps it's one of the noun-adjective languages and someone just translated directly.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: But yes. I do want sushi. Unagi sounds lovely. See if they do an unadon, add that if they do. Actually, add two, you'll like it.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: You're getting sushi. 😘
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: We need to find tuna dude for revenge sushi night
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: And if you're taking any pictures that qualify as rude surprises they'd best be of you. That I might want to see.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Not unpleasant surprises, mind. Had enough of those, thank you.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: (Sends borderline lascivious shirtless selfie)
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: ...yes, thank you, I will take twelve.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Or maybe just one. When I get home.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: (Send another pic of these pantry neatly dismantled, everything pulled out so it stays grouped, but rolling pull out shelves half assembled)
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Don't Plotz.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Which should be... hm. I'll
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: what are you doing to my kitchen?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I'm getting your rollers on your pantry to balance and moving the one up like you want
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: It wasn't broken!
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: It wasn't optimal AND rolling smoothly for as much as you use it
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: You deserve well hung drawers
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: (...)
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: (........)
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: And I cleaned them
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Well YES but
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Don't tell Daisy or she'll make me do ours to.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: It could be better. I can make it better.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: So there you go. I got you.
<FS3> Vyv rolls Composure (8 6 6 6 4 3 3 1 1) vs That Is My Kitchen! (a NPC)'s 5 (8 8 5 4 3 3 3)
<FS3> Victory for Vyv. (Rolled by: Vyv)
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I can feel you plotzing half way across thae city, Vyv
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: That's my kitchen. Well. My pantry.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I am not a particular fan of it being touched. And you should be resting, Bax.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: (...)
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: But it is... sweet of you to notice it would have been better designed with that bit higher. I do know which bit you mean.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: (...)
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: You're absolutely certain it will be as good as or better than it was by the time I'm home?
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Vyv. I know you are not. It's like the heart of you and its full of knives. I've seen you struggle with it so
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: Yeah. I worked some winters helping do installs for daisy's uncle on these side. Lol I know repair. I got this
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: And I'm ok. You can aloe me when you get home
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: You know it's still going to eat at me until I get home.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: But I will... trust you.
Two Hours Later
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: (Video of new rolling slider installed. Smooth but without running away on its own and one half inch higher)
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: There. You caen play with it when you get back. Don't put the baby in the bundt cake ❤️
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I would never ruin a cake like that.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: That video looks... promising. I look forward to testing this.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Now I keep thinking of my heart as full of knives. It's a much better image if one assumes they're intended to be there.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Don't let them cut you.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: And go rest. I'll be home in about another hour.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Then sushi. And you can properly show off these well-hung drawers.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: I think everyone's heart has a few. Yours are tools to make things that make people happy.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: If you cut a bitch use your words not your knives.
(TXT to Vyv) Grant: ❤️ ilu getting order in and minions wrangled. You can do this.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Bax?
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I'm glad you'll be there when I get home today.
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: Unexpected kitchen-fiddling notwithstanding. 🤨
(TXT to Grant) Vyv: I'll see you soon. ❤️
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