2021-02-02 - R U DIED

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : R U DIED?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I FEELS DED

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : How's the head?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Irrelevant. How are you? How bad is it?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Getting couple of fancy new scars for the bikini season. Think I should go around offering girls a look at my thigh? Might have to shop around a bit for a tank top that properly shows the exit hole for the bullet through my lung. I'm fine, I've had all the healing attention from four different people. Am starting to think this town wants me around or something.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : (...)

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I can't even find words for how gross that is.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : And here I thought I was being funny.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Seriously, do I come across as the kind of bloke who goes around the beach, flexing and trying to impress the girls with his oiled muscles?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : (...)

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Ravn, I can't even throw shade. The fuck is wrong with everything.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Well, at first there was this asshole who tried to brain you with a desk.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Don't even act

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : like this is even close

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : And for me, this asshole who used me as target practise, and then this OTHER asshole who used me as target practise, and now I'm eating opiates instead of Cap'n Crunch.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : people were SHOT

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Believe me, I noticed that part.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Look at the bright side, though. Yes, Reyes put a number of us in the ICU. But he didn't put any of us in the morgue.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I wish someone would put HIM in the morgue

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I have it on good authority that some fairly severe attempts were made, but him getting to stand trial is a good thing. Needs to answer for the shit he's pulled people through.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Me, I want a word with that sniper on the roof of the Patisserie. Just me, and the trusty baseball bat I'm about to buy and wrap in barbed wire.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Or you could heal up in the hospital and stay safe.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I'm at home. The rest I agree with, though. Healing up, staying safe.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Heard you bailed on the hospital first chance you got, too.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : You're not a combatant, Ravn. Please stay safe.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Neither are you. And we both got hurt anyway.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Did you know that your shop guy can heal? Kyle?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I'm at least dangerous.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Because of what you can do with internet technology? I'll have you know, I can write a very scathing academical review.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I've known he has a gift, but it was weak and we never really talked about it. I think he's lived here all his life.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Sure, let's joke about this.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I don't think he's got a lot of practise, no, but I appreciated his attempts to give me a little pain relief. He seems like a decent enough kid. Lots of social awkward, but then, that's me as well so.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : He's a dumb kid is what he is. He thinks shit went down and he has a little spark and he can do something about it.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Beats thinking shit went down and it's somebody else's problem.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Our powers don't stop bullets. They don't stop people from attacking people we care about.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : And healers get the worst of IT. Like... I fucking hate to say it, but Atli healed me the last time I was seriously hurt and I feel bad about it.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : My powers steal hazelnuts and make sure I know where my car keys are. Kyle's not the only person with just a little spark. In fact, Kyle's got a hell of a lot more mojo than I do.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I've got more than you both and I'm still terrified. I'm MORE terrified it seems like.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Vydal and Hyacinth visited me in hospital. Just thinking about it now you mention Atli. They wanted to redecorate it to make me more comfortable.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Look. I'm not not terrified. I'm shitting my pants and curling up in a corner for the rest of my life levels of terrified.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Sounds just like an Addington. Throw money at it.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : But I chose to come back here, and I knew things like this would happen.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Joking is a way of coping.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Wait what? Came back where?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : And throwing money at things is how rich people say they care. Or buy a clean conscience, whatever. In Hyacinth's case, though, I believe it's the former. She cares quite a bit about this place and its people.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Here, to Gray Harbor. I went home over Christmas. Sorted some things out, applied for a permanent permit of residence to the US.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : (...)

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Did Erin visit anyone?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Erin Addington? No idea. Only met her once, months ago. Girl who crashed a fast car, brown hair?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : She's the only decent Addington. She's also a really powerful healer.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Much as I'd like you all alive, I also worry. Like I'm worrying about a lot. I feel...

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Oh? I am finding myself spending quite a lot of time with Hyacinth.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I met her once at a party. We were about to drown. I think she was drunk and just worried about the architecture and her clothes.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Rich people, Mac. Can't just curl up in a corner and scream, the world is watching. Appearances is everything.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Don't remind me. Christmas was hell.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Mine was actually pretty good. Probably because I spent it in Denmark. Looking at 18th century architecture with Hyacinth Addington. Which meant no dealing with family, and no sitting around with my cat, wondering if I've actually turned into a crazy cat lady yet.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I don't know why I went back. I just do. I think Maggi would have invited me if I hadn't already planned on it.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Went home? I went home because I needed to talk to my lawyers, sign some papers, and meet the people I'll be tutoring online this year. Hyacinth turning up was a bonus, turned it into a vacation kind of trip. I don't really do holidays -- no living family, for one.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : How does Hyacinth Addington just turn up in Denmark.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Needed an excuse to bail on the formal Addington Christmas brouhaha.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Is she sweet on you?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : ...

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I think she ended up sweet on my family's house, does that count?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : It dodges the question

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : We are not involved, if that's what you're asking.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Good. Addingtons are trouble.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Yes. And so are Baxters, and I still consider both Clayton and Bax to be friends.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I'd take a Baxter over an Addington any day of the week

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I don't know the other Addingtons.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Fuck I'd take a Kardashian over an Addington. Unless it's Erin. Then I'd always take Erin.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I only met Erin that one time. She talked about crashing her car, then breezed off. Seemed kind of -- airheaded rich girl. But then, first impressions don't count for much. First time I met Hyacinth I thought, gods help me, it's my mum but 30 years younger.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : She may be airheaded but you can tell she cares a lot about people.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : My first Christmas here she ran a soup kitchen. She did an angel project for poor families.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : That's how Hyacinth seems to me. Might just be the Addington way? They wouldn't be the first well off family with that kind of attitude. It keeps people at a distance.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Yeah even your own family.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Yours too, eh? I've literally moved across the pond to get away from mine.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : (...)

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I just try not to talk about it. I'm sorry I'm being so bitchy. Do you need anything? How's your food situation. You don't cook, right?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I get it. I don't much talk about my background either. I'm good. De Santos and Clayton both have brought me things to eat. My cat hasn't eaten everything yet. If you want to come by for a coffee and a chat, I'll put on a shirt and make up an excuse if you need. Just give me ten minutes' warning to stick my head under the shower. These painkillers make me feel like sleeping all the time.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : (...)

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I'll trust you if you say you're ok. But just in case I'll send some stuff over.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Well, as ok as anyone is after getting shot twice. But also healed by a lot of people here who perform small medical miracles on a regular basis.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Regardless I'll make sure you have some prepped meals you just have to nuke

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : My kind of cooking.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I figured

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Yeah, I'm as bachelor as it gets when it comes to that. At least I can do laundry.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Someday you'll be a decent wife to someone

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Mm, maybe, gotta meet the someone looking for a wife who likes to read, walk, and forget that every other commitment exists first, I think.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : But when I do, I'll make sure they have the cleanest shirts ever.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Tell me how you are, though. You were in a pretty dark place last we talked. Spoke with Rosencrantz earlier, he was still in a pretty dark place too.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Just start practicing mending the bullet holes and washing the blood stains out now

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : The hospital threw away my shirt. Perfectly good turtleneck, just needed a bit of darning. Am very disappointed. (not really, I don't darn).

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Irrelevant. Friend have been shot.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Are you a tofu kinda guy?

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Friend may have been shot but friend still wants to be sure other friends are ok.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Sure. I eat pretty much anything as long as I haven't cooked it.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I'm fine.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : So you're a goat.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : You haven't once ribbed me about my personal life. I'm not convinced.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I'm a goat.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : You've been shot. You get a pass.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I'll try to not make it a habit. Getting shot, I mean. I feel like I should be ranting about your insane gun laws. Truth is, though, I actually found myself thinking that I should have been carrying a piece -- return proper fire rather than pelt the guy pointing a gun at me with August Røn's petunias.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Oh hey, want a cheap laugh at my expense, then?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Yes.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I was talking to your shop guy at the library the other day, and his friend, Turner -- he's a librarian something. Your name came up -- so I told them about that prank you pulled on me, with the horse picture.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I'm glad you respect my genius

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Some older guys overheard half of that, or something. And came in at high speed to rescue your wilting flower and the library's wilting flower from my evil, lecherous Phantom of the Library gloved self. I had to bail -- I was laughing so hard I could barely keep a straight face.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Ok I would laugh but I'm more severely confused

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Though I totally find it normal someone has to come in to protect Kyle's honor

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Apparently I seduce people like your shop counter jockey in libraries. All because of your damn picture. Which means you're ahead two points instead of one in our little prank war. I am just giving credit where credit is due.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Kyle literally ran out. Think it was more the other kid's honour those two guys felt they had to protect. But I should probably tell Kyle sometime that no, I was not coming on to him sometime. I was just ribbing him for having a boss who can dig up any old embarrassing stuff on social media.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : I mean... I expect you to have to put points on the scoreboard to legit call it a war

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Well, put up a scoreboard then.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Maybe when you're healed up

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I didn't get shot through the head. I can still quip.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : You don't sound like you're doing all that great, to be honest. Would you like for me to come over sometime, just... listen? Or would that in fact make it worse?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : A quip isn’t a prank. And you’re always welcome over. I’ll give you a door code. And really I’m fine.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I'll drop by one of these days when I'm on solids instead of opiates, then.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : ... Do I bring you a box of dates, or will that get me another near-fatal injury?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : (...)

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : [time passes]

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : [more time passes]

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : ... Fine, no dates. Come on, greensleeves, gotta make you smile somehow.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Then get better.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Will do. Am working on it. Hell, four different healers have been working on it.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Am thinking of sneaking out to just find a quiet chair somewhere, listen to people talking, hear voices. Might hit the Poorhouse later. Should be fine as long as I don't drink anything with alcohol in.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Pourhouse. Don’t give in.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Oh, right.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : Feel like joining me for a soda there, then? And pointedly call it the Pourhouse a lot?

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : (...)

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Today’s my day at the shop. No employees.

(TXT to Abitha) Ravn : I'll come by sometime -- without dates -- and you can kick my arse in one of those strange interactive games on the box with the talking heads.

(TXT to Ravn) Abitha : Wtf