2021-02-04 - You found the bullets!

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Oye, hermano, I haven't heard back after I dropped food off. How you healin up, pal?

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I know you got healers tackling the physical wounds but getting that close to a 'long walk with a pale man'? That's some scary stuff the quiet sometimes makes worse. Believe me, I get that.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I checked myself out of hospital as soon as I could -- which was a lot earlier than you'd think, thanks to our healers. Can't stand hospitals. Mentally? My brain is wrapped in pink opiates fluff, but I think I might have to find a pillow to scream into real quiet when I get off them. I know I said I was going to die here, but, yeah, wasn't planning on it being this year.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Have had a fair bit of time to think and plot, though. I want to do this community job we've talked about. We need three things.

A place where we can help with whatever's required -- tutoring, writing resumes, or for that matter, taking a shower.

A kind of job to offer -- you mentioned delivery services, something? Give people something to put on their resume, prove to a future employer that they can and will work if given the opportunity.

And someone with a US citizenship to be the official name on the paperwork, unless we want to deal with various laws made to monitor the activities of foreign NGOs (read, money laundering).

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Yeah totes man let's both hold off on the dying. We have shit to do. And I remember. Antique store. Trust me Trust me I was hooked on opiates for 7 years. I know that feeling too damn well and I don't do hospitals. You have my total understanding, buddy.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I saw the book store re-opened. I'm wondering if this means Elias is back. He might be totally in for this sort of thing. So what if we just do a small community center?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I am all in favour of staying alive out of spite. I haven't been on heavy opiates before and they promised me I wouldn't be long enough to have problems, but eh, anti-anxiety meds, mi hombre, they're not good for you in the long run, either (Look! I know Spanish! I know Google Fu!).

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Book store, eh? I don't know the guy you mean, but that's something that can be remedied. I am thinking maybe set it up as a self-owned NGO, charity, whatever -- that way, if we hook up with, for example, a book store, and it doesn't work out, it's easy on both sides to get out of the deal and move somewhere else. We need starting funds for that, but, well, that can be arranged.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : ¡Qué guay!

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : ... Goddamnit, now I have to Google that.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : 😉

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : 🥶

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : So next step of that plan is have my people find a partner here in the US who can handle the legalese. Then draw up a charter which will employ you at some symbolic payment as our figurehead. And then we can make practical arrangement and leave the accounting to said law firm slash accountants.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I was thinking I might call my dad and see what I might need to know. If you know anyone in legal might be worth chatting them up.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I don't. But I have people back home who run affairs for me, and those people have people in the US.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Everything will be done here, by American lawyers, under US law. Just, that law firm will send their bill to my family's law firm, which is -- fine, I assume?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I honestly doubt anyone gives a carp about a couple of guys wanting to tutor some other guys and get them started on some resume building. But it needs to be bullet proof just in case the Veil decides to screw with us.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : absolutely no problemo

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : You think a book store needs enough deliveries made? I was thinking, maybe talk to some of the take-outs.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Not sure how the Uber people will feel about that, though.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : We don't have Uber in Denmark, so I'm a little out of the loop there. They got banned for tax evasion.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : let's just slow down. I got a lis t and you can't spell your name lol. How's moving around going for you?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I can spell my name. "Morphinehead". See, easy.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I can walk, if that's what you mean. The healers here are amazing. I should still be hooked up to machines ffs.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : lol omg don't man

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Yeah if it wasn't for them we'd both be in trouble. So that mean you're back up to marathon quality?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Too late. I want to take another look at that fortune teller in the park. Don't trust her. Gut feeling says nope nope nope. More so because I saw her before, in a dream.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : ... Might start myself out easy on the 4 metre sprint to the coffee machine.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : There's a fortune teller in the park? Oh right on.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Mi abuelita used to do stuff sort of like that.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Some old lady doing tarot readings, yes. She ... was disturbingly accurate. Talked to me about making decisions, not sinking into the mire of old traditions and expectations, finding my own self.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Granted she pretty much just said, 'Son you're going to start some trouble'

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Not wrong per se

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I used to do stuff sort of like that. Just, when I did it, I was cold reading the suckers with a regular deck of cards. This -- felt like the real thing.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Well maybe listen to the little old lady. They earn being old by knowing a thing or two. Purely accidental.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Bit creepy when the woman addresses you by name and title and you're pretty sure you never talked to her before.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Maybe she's a fan of cooking shows

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Yeck.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : 🦞

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : 🍣

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : 🦞 ⚔ 🦞

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Haha, yes.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : See THAT'S our fun raiser there!

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Lobster league fight night? I'm game.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I can't wait for someone to go Ignacio, how could you?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I tried to get out of this. I tried to ignore it. I tried doing nothing. The Veil makes lobsters happen anyway.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Eh we found them a coach and pay them a fair wage

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : that's good eats tho

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : It iiiis.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Lobster Paella Night -- first we fight, then we paella the losers?

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Do not mess with me about paella. I make the best damn paella del mar lemme tell you. Man, I haven't done that in a minute. I should.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Why are you stoned but making me hungry?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Yes, yes, you should. And remember to donate to your local gunfire victim.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Because my cat loves your cooking.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : And she's twisting my elbow.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Yeah I should bring August some

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Good point

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I'm not saying my cat is the Black Stray (and thank God for that). I'm just saying, she always gets her way.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Also, if you do? Give Røn my regards. Tell him I'll come pay for the petunias I murdered.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Man that weird dream with the shredded house we had?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Yeah.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Kind of wild what Kailey did with that... thing.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Woke up with no coat in the barn freezing my juevos off. That tom cat I built the tiny apartment for is curled up on my chest like 'this is all I got kid. Don't die. I like food'

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Hah! My cat just occasionally gives me the "Remember last time I got pissed off? People died" glare when I don't open tuna cans fast enough.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : we are in a fuzzy hostage situation.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : We are. I am all right with this.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Trying to just not think too hard on the fact that Kailey now is the best friend of the ghost of my cat who isn't dead.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Would you rather have her be cat enemy #1?

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Also follow up question: Were she to kidnap your cat would that make her a cat burglar?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Hell no. I still feel terrible about Mrs Thompson in the dumpster. I was there when Aidan Kinney found her.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : ... I protest this question. I am the cat burglar in this residence.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Holy shit you and Aidan found her? omg man

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Aidan did. He was the first human to see the Black Stray. I think.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : you burgled your cat or yous teal from her? That tuna's hers man. You can't just do that

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I'll break into Safeways to get her more if I have to. People die when she gets angry, man.
... Kidding. And in a bit poor taste, too. She's just a cat, even if the Veil screwed with her. Aidan has turned her head inside out to look for anything not cat, he found only cat.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Right I'll bring tuna with the stuff for the paella and maybe, just MAYBE you can sit still and heal and we can work on drafting this business model. Or just eat until we are stuffed and happy.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Deal.