2021-01-19 - Percoset and Whiskey

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Got a few? I just tried to stab a cop in the face and I think I need some advice.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : ...

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Do I want to know?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Given that it happened in the bloody police precinct and the guy just killed the receptionist I don't think I'm going to end up doing time.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Wait...what? The painkillers must be making me see things because I swear I just read that you stabbed a cop because he killed the receptionist inside the police department. I can't have read that right.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, that about sums it up. I was there to sign some papers for my application for permanent residence. Before I know what's going on, half the bloody cops present are drawing weapons on each other. The guy I tried to stab killed the receptionist and another guy.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Are you ok?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Bastard broke my nose, I think. Am ok otherwise. Mac took the butt end of a rifle to the forehead.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : However -- it was pretty clear to me that everyone else who was there knew exactly who these guys were and what they were about. No one looked surprised in the slightest. So I'm a little... somebody needs to tell me what the hell is going on. Or tell me that I don't want to know. You know?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You probably don't want to know. I believe I told you about too many cooks in the kitchen of my restaurant? Likely one of the head chefs was pulling a coup with his line cooks. Not the Irish one, but the other foreigner in town. I might have been involved in him having a kitchen accident the other night. Chess game starting.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Kind of figured it might be something along those lines. Still, it takes balls to shoot up a bloody police precinct? Please tell me that wasn't your guys at least.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Not that I am aware of.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Very glad to hear it. Some of those guys were cops. Uniformed cops. The people they were shooting at were their colleagues. One of them was talking about how they took his wife hostage while being cuffed.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You know how I talk about batting for Team Humanity sometimes?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : That guy, the leader -- he wasn't. Isn't. Don't know who he is, but no one explodes the mind of someone just for being scared and stay on the team. He killed the receptionist because he felt like it.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Great. Was de la Vega there?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : No. Cavanaugh was, though, said the chief was out of town.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : There's a lot of things in this town I don't want to know about. But I want to know who that guy was. Because from where I'm sitting, that's the enemy -- people who use their shine to do the work of the other side for it, for shit and giggles.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Afraid I don't have answers for you. Don't know who was at the station. Let me know though, and I will help stop him.

FYI, Ravn, I know you don't get how some things work so I am not mad...but remember phone conversations can be read by others. Just keep that in mind.

That being said...Hi, de la Vega. Just in case you're reading this. You already know I was shot, so I guess I can share that with Ravn.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ... Yeah, sorry. Not used to thinking of the police as the enemy that way. Are you ok?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Whoever the ringleader was, folks took him down. He ended up in custody. Anywhere else I'd say that's the end of that because the guy dropped two people, he's not going to walk. But this is Gray Harbor and things don't always work by the rules here. That's why I want to know who he was. In case he somehow ends up back in the streets.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I'll live. Just a through and through. It's a bit of a leaker but nothing that is life-threatening. Others were worse, but everyone should be ok. Nothing fatal on our end.

As for your mystery man, I don't know what to tell you. I'd like to think de la Vega will do the right thing so he isn't a bother to anyone anymore. But maybe I expect too much.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm probably just being paranoid and the guy will end up wherever guys like him end up around in this state. It's just that we live in a place where reality is a pretty subjective deal, and someone who will kill a woman just for shit and giggles is not someone I want to meet in Safeway next week. This guy was like Dan. Recruited, by the wrong side. The rest of it isn't any of my business.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : For what it is worth, I'm sorry you got mixed up in this. I know it really isn't much, but it is sincere. Same with Mac. At least the cops have the understanding to expect violence in the job. Probably not at the station, and not by their own co-workers though.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : We got mixed up in this when we got here. It's the Veil I tangle with -- not whatever else's going down, you know that. If you want to tell me what happened to you sometime it's not that I'm not curious. I just figure that maybe you'd rather I don't ask.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Read the paper, watch the news. You'll get an idea.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Already did. Are you going to be ok? Is anyone else hurt? Do you need me to do anything?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I'll live. Others got it worse, but nothing that will kill anyone. Far as I know there will just be a few more scars.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Pretty sure living here means you get to have a new scar every month anyway. If we ever end up doing a hot local blokes calendar, it'll be a study in existential horror.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Or as Rosencrantz would no doubt say, chicks dig 'em.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Look, I don't know if you have people who can heal. But if you don't -- I can get you in touch with a guy who can. Just don't get him involved with anything.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : It's taken care of.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Good. Going to hit the ER myself, make sure everything is where it's supposed to be -- and then try to catch my healer friend later because he'll be Very Disappointed if I don't. And I don't see any particular reason to go around hurting for three weeks if he can make it three days.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I can look if you want. Just let
Me know if you are coming so Vic and I still aren't in our skivies.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : It's okay. 🙂 You two look out for each other. I'll come by later, maybe, check up on you, see that you're both okay. Guy's gotta make sure his mates are still standing and all.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Not sexy times, unless gauze, butterfly stitches and bandages are foreplay

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : To each their own but uh, yeah, probably not the kind of playtime I'd be looking for either. Sexy nurse costume needs to involve fewer actual stitches.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yes you must come by. Macallan M washed up on shore. Must drink.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : you'd share that with me? that's love.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Might as well. May turn into seaweed so....

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : This is a good point. Do you want me to bring anything for it? I -could- go invest in some coffee worthy of it for Irish coffee if you like.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Pollute this with coffee? Are you mad?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yes, but actually I agree with you. People get excited about using fancy whiskey for Irish coffee where I'm from, though, it's a way of showing off. Personally I want my dessert in one cup and my whiskey in another.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : See my regular arguments with the day manager at Espresso Yourself for evidence. 😆

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : We will drink this soon, when I am not high on Percocet

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, don't pollute good whiskey with drugs either.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Bad combo.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I do want to hear the story of what you found on that beach sometime.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Oh, the cash?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : That too, don't know what else you found. I found the keys to the first car I stole and crashed, and the menu for the restaurant where I proposed to the ex who tried to murder me and three other guys a week ago, so personally, I'm not sorry I just tossed both back into the sea.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Let's just say I found a note from my cousin congratulating me for a job I did a while ago. I know it isn't 'real', but the cash was payment, I guess. But fuck man, there is at least a half-mil. I told Vic I'd get her house finished...lol. Spend it before it turns into seaweed...and so it isn't sitting here reminding me of when I, uh, popped my cherry at work...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Ugh, no wonder you freaked.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : It was a little unsettling to be sure. I mean I know it isn't real, but it is real enough.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : What's real around here is... highly subjective sometimes. I'd spend it too. Put it in circulation. Make something good of it. It's not like you asked for it, but at least it doesn't have to be all bad.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, something like that.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Place like this, we got to find the silver linings. Every old demon we've got is sure to turn up eventually.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : He says, after his girlfriend literally tried to eviscerate Rosencrantz with her fingernails.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : (Hi, any police officers on the line, she's been dead for five years, it's complicated).

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Oh god, I need to burn this phone. Joey is going to kill me for being dumb. I mean it's scrambled but....fuck. Stupid drugs.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Are you telling me I need to burn mine as well then? Not much point in burning yours if everything is still on mine.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : That said -- about the Veil stuff at least. You can't -rely- on it, of course, that'd be tempting fate -- but the Veil kind of does protect itself. Someone reading what I just wrote about my ex probably would read something different. Because people who are five years dead don't turn up and try to murder people.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Not much point in burning either at this point TBH since it is all backed up somewhere . I'll just have to pray there are bigger fish to worry about and not be stupid anymore.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : But yeah, I'm usually more careful too. Somehow, having my face punched in is almost as distracting as realising that I was totally able to go for a guy's eyes with a pair of scissors. See? I listen. You said eyes, crotch, knees. He had riot gear on to protect two of those.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You did good. You didn't die.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I think it's safe to mention that considering it happened at the bloody precinct, with like ten officers watching.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : To be brutally honest, it was kind of the fact that the receptionist next to me did die that tipped the scales.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Looking at the backscroll I think we are ok. I just need to think before I type on Percocet again.

I'm sorry 🙁 Truly.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, me too. And sorry too.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : It's tricky. All the stuff I don't need to know or want to know about, and all the stuff I do. I'm the guy who's trying to have friends in all the camps and that's never a comfortable position, but it's necessary in this town.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Also means I got to play my cards pretty open so you all know where I stand.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Well, if it makes you feel any better none of what I might have eluded to is a secret from de la Vega. He literally walked in during after party.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Anyway....

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : <<insert unsolicited dick pic of Dick van Dyke>>

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I don't talk with de la Vega regularly, but yeah, I mean, he's the one who started that me and Rosencrantz being straight boyfriends thing.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : So when I do talk to him, it's not so much as a police officer but as the friend of the guy I play the violin with, I guess.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : What, you and Itz now? I need a program. He helped fix my car. Itz, not Vega.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : It's a running joke. We hang out so much we're straight boyfriends. Because in Gray Harbor, everyone wants to screw Itz. Or something.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I like the man, but...

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Not my preference in plumbing.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, I'm straight as a ruler myself. But we do hang out a lot and I get where the joke is coming from. It's cool, he's a cool guy.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Wears a dress better than me too.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Stick him in a. Kilt next time.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Well, that'd be longer than the last dress I saw him in...

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Ha!

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm a little envious of that. Not of getting to wear a dress, but of having the courage to wear a dress. I mean, I'm the guy who bails if there are five people in the room looking at me at once.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I'd say just gird your loins and tough it out, but I am me and you are you.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, doesn't work that way. But I'm getting better at it.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Some day though. Some day I'm going to like, go to Seattle at the same time as you or something, and I'll show you I can be confident and extrovert when I'm on stage, so to speak. Can't work a boardwalk scam while trying to avoid attention. Just gotta give them something to see that isn't ME.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : We are going to put you in a really gaudy southern belle dress with a six foot hoop so people can't get close.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : -rofl-

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You laugh but you don't think I can talk Itz into helping me? I have ways man...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : No, I'm actually perfectly confident that between the two of you, you could make it happen.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : And I'm man enough to see the humour of it, even as I'd probably be trying to dig my way out through the floor with my nails.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : And I am going to make it sunlight yellow. Enough damn black.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ... Black is practical, goddamnit.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : This is true, hides bloodstains. Don't ask how I know.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Look, you try being engaged to someone who thinks you need to look like a runway fashion show so she can show you off to her friends...

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : That excuse died 5 years ago...

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Oh shit...I didn't mean it like that. Fuck. Sorry.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yes, well, I spend 3 of those years on the road living in a backpack and black is practical.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Eh. You're right. Trust me, I've been over her for a long time.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : YeH, but it honestly wasn't how I meant it. I just meant the engagement ended, not...her 😕

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I should probably stop typing before I dig my home so deep I can't get out.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, I get it. I'm not happy that she's dead insofar that it's never fantastic that someone dies. But I'm happy she's history as far as I am concerned.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I swear I am going to arrange an intervention with Vic, Joey, me, Itz, and Alexander and we are going to raid your closet and burn all your black clothes. Force
Some color into your life.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Also, if I'm wearing a dress and Rosencrantz is wearing a dress, are you going to be wearing a dress too or will you be our pimp in a feathered hat?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I LIKE black.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I don't wear dresses, it's a kilt

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Like you soul, I get it

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Damn straight.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : And my coffee.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ... Heh. Think I'll get one of those boxer's noses?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Depends on if it was broke and how well it was set

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Maybe people might stop telling me I'm pretty if I do. I can see some perspectives to this.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Well if you ever want to be uglied up I know some guys.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Tempting as the offer sounds that might be taking social invisibility a little too far.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Lol.

Ok. I need to get some rest, Vic and I are taking turns keeping an eye out. I need a few mins downtime. Call ya later?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Anyway, I'm definitely up for whiskey. Not so much for having my wardrobe burned. Laughing in a mildly hysterical tone about the idea of all three of us in dresses with Vic as our pimp in a purple feathered hat.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah. Or I'll come over, either works.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Cool. Later then.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : :cat falling asleep gif: