2021-09-20 - About Time

(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth : Vyvvy tell me you're ok. Pastries still puffy? Apartment still there because I'm coming over.

(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth : I mean if your place is flattened and the pastries are still there I'm still showing up

(TXT to Vyv) Hyacinth : I got 3 texts about a gas leak this morning and it better not be you.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv : There are not sufficient beans in the world.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Vyv : Yes, I'm fine, the flat is fine, and if it weren't the pastries would most definitely not be fine. Plaster dust only looks like powdered sugar. No leaks here to my knowledge.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Mm, beans.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : ...I've checked and I'm fairly sure I only sent that to Hya. Are you reading over her shoulder, or have you developed mind-reading and I'm going to be forced to kill you?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Much as the second option sounds exciting, it is regrettably the former.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : He was reading my phone. If he figured out how to scan minds I wnat it and I will abuse the shit out of it. Glad to hear you're safe Vyv. Everything of yours is okay?

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Then I would be forced to murder you both, which would be unfortunate on myriad levels.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : I assure you, the only mind power I have is convincing people I am remarkably boring. I do this regularly by opening my mouth.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : As far as I know, everything of mine is at least as okay as it was two days ago. Unless the gas leak you heard about is at the shop, I think that should still be the case. But I'm fine, the flat is fine, Bax continues to be fine. You?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Oh, and get elected prom queen. Which somebody else didn't. I am going to be laughing about this for a month.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Well, I certainly didn't. More's the pity.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : I'm not sure how I'd go about doing it now, either. Bribes, I suppose. And arranging a prom.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Well, the Veil took care of that part.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Ah, a report rather than advice, then.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Do tell. Did you have a flattering gown? Was there a tiara?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : It was bloody awful. I was in a pink silk suit with no shirt and not enough buttons in front, and I ended up having to be kissed by the prom king. But it was also bloody hilarious, in retrospect.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Prom king anyone I know, or a Veil manifestation? If the latter, standard issue or tentacles and too many teeth?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : de La Vega.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : And here I thought you'd suffered enough with the ensemble.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : I had no idea you were that against mind reading, Vyv.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : and the PROME THING IS NOT FUNNY omg! You're not keeping my tiara

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Look, I can laugh about this or I can cry about this. The Veil also came up with a ridiculous version of my mother, and tried to kill a fireman with a light armature. It's just life here.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : You didn't even LEND me your tiara yet!

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Absolutely. Unless it's me doing it. Which thus far I can't, so it's moot.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : ...ridiculous version of one's mother is clear enough, but "tried to kill a fireman with a light armature"?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Fell from the ceiling, nearly splattered the poor guy.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : OH. An armature for lights, not one that is light. I see. I had visions of a firefighter being attacked by sentient body armor or similar.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : If you do lend him your tiara, Hya, I want a picture.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : I bet so does Rosencrantz. If only to make de la Vega face palm.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : I might actually for once in my life not try to flee a camera for this.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : When we get to my place I promise a picture in my tiara. Ravn you owe Vyv that. I don't know why but you do.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : If I get to send it to Rosencrantz too, sure. I'll even not fight you on it.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Deal.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Just for my general magnificence. Where are you now?

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Sorry still stuck on the mind reading thing. Is this a 'if I can't have it no one can' thing or a blanket 'no'? The ormer I understand here

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : I'm at Ravn's new place. Did you know there's a new place with a shockingly proper foundation?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Mine and Aidan Kinney's house. So, apparently we went through with the room mates thing.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : (I'm still going to live on my boat most of the year).
(Kitty Pryde would kill me otherwise).

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : If I can't have it, no one can. And if I'm not an exception to it working, then no one can regardless. My mind is by invitation only, thank you.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : I kind of feel sorry for anyone trying to read mine. It's probably very dusty and full of strange, old books.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Quite like strange old books. Dust, on the other hand. Perhaps you need to higher a brain-washer.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : You didn't mention this house before. Where is it? Hya, is the rest of it acceptable too or just the foundation?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Oak Street. It's probably going to go down in local history as That House once Kinney and Holt are done. I look forward to the suburbian outrage.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Why do you do this to me?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Oh, I actually plan to make Kinney get official approval from town hall for whatever he wants to do.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Ah, the house Bax is living in is on Oak too. Yes, that sounds promising. Aside from the 'that house' portion...

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : They're artists.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : That really depends on context or rather whose surfaces they are using.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : They stopped using spraypaint so honestly I'm happy with that

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Also Ravn and I might be dating.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Vyv did you find a house yet?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Well, speaking from a purely legal point of view, the surfaces are mine. Speaking from a less egocentric point of view, ours? And, I was kind of waiting for that.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : I'm looking at areas that recently took property damage

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Bloody Chehalis washed a dozen properties into the bay, but I imagine you'll be wanting something slightly more upscale anyhow.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Yeah I'm angling for something that is still dry but coastal.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Wait, did something happen to your Victorian, or are you house shopping for Vyv?

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : No, no no no no. You don't get to just brush right by that like that.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Yes I do!

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... I may have been waiting for that too.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Home ownership is not a thing to take lightly!

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Might be, or are?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Let me find my shirt and my other shoe before I answer that question.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : We will return to home ownership anon. Have you two finally managed to-- I will take that as a yes.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : (pic of Ravn in disrepair now included in the payback portion of this text)

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : It was a long trip let me tell you. But yes, are.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Well, if I'd known all I had to do was kiss the police chief, I'd have snogged him three months ago.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : It's about time. You had about a week left before I did something about it. ...oh, hello. Yes, good.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Well, I'm pleased to hear you'd undergo such trials and travails for her. Insert obligatory threats of harm if you cause any to her here, etc.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : yw Vyvvy

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : You forget who you're talking about. I think you're supposed to offer to protect me.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Really all you'd have to do is smack him with a fly swatter and he's be curled up in a hall for 20 min 🙁

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... It's kind of sad that this is true.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : If the universe wishes to make things easy for me, I have no objection.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : (sends pic #2)

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... Stop taking pictures of me without the tiara, damnit.

Hyacinth beams a smile unapologetically to Ravn as he assembles, "He deserves something. We should grab him for breakfast."

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Vyvvy have you breakfast plans?

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : That makes it sound as though it will be just the tiara. I suspect there's a market.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... Good lord.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : ...

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... No.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : do you have lunch plans? I have a new morning goal

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : BREAKFAST SOUNDS GOOD

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Not specific ones. I was considering making crepes. What did you have in mind?

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Now? Crepes 😃

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : And, yes, we should discuss the house situation soon. Mine, that is. Well, if you want to come by, I can seat four easily enough.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : This is my life now. Distracting Hyacinth from cameras, with desserts.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : If it's your house, you're probably safe for now regardless. She doesn't carry the tiara as a rule.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Yes I remember I signed the formal agreement to stop keeping it on hand in case

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : omg that was a couple years ago and you are still holding me to that?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... I think Kitty Pryde stole one of my socks.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : If you don't have enough prior warning to fetch it, it is not a tiara occasion. A tiara should never be a last minute decision.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : it's an every time decision I disagree.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : It's your house, Ravn. If you don't own other socks then she's clearly just trying to save you from yourself.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : So long as she leaves my leg alone the cat and I have no issue

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Don't cover one in sisal.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Look, I -- my things are on my boat. I haven't moved in here. Yet. Sort of. I apparently have but I don't remember doing so. And I'm sure my socks are here somewhere but that's the true horror of this house -- I share a wardrobe with Kinney.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : There is so much here that needs to be addressed I don't know where to begin honestly. Crepes seems like the jumping off point

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : He who, if I recall the time I saw him correctly, was going to live forever, going to learn how to fly?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : I will fight a trench war for my right to be monochromatic.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : But, yes, that guy.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : it's the 20's be dicromatic at least.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Some day, I swear, I'm going to turn up in a rainbow flag, just watch you all faint.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Even monochromatic doesn't mean goth's daydream.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... Oi. I'm not Goth. I never wore a corset.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : We might, but it probably won't be because you're wearing colour.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Never? Might suit you, you never know.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : Yeah you could wear all midnight blue rather well

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : I wear blue just fine, thank you very much.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : see?

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : And my blue wardrobe is in storage in Denmark, sorry.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : And it would certainly leave you destitute to reclaim or replace it.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Yes. It's a horrible fate. Family curse. Three innocent orphan puppies would have to die.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : All good things are worth a little sacrifice.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Not usually so literally, I admit.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Look, I'll... think about it. I'm used to black. But I did just lose the excuse of having nowhere to put clothes anywhere, I'll agree with that.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : And you have the benefit of friends with excellent taste. So many others are left to struggle alone.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : When people warned me about falling in with the wrong crowd in this town I didn't realise they meant you two.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Fine. I'm stealing one piece from Aidan's shelf, and somebody is making me crepes and coffee. Deal?

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Deal. Expect you both in, what, 45 minutes? Give you time to shower.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : (And find my sock).

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : well if that's the case an hour.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Sock's that thoroughly lost, mm?

"I'm stealing his big grey turtleneck, that's what," Ravn murmurs -- and proceeds to dive under the bed on all fours because damn you, cat.

(TXT to Vyv Ravn) Hyacinth : No the shower. bts

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Fairly sure we can think of ways to entertain ourselves for an hour. See you then.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : Here's to hoping the shower -works-.

Hyacinth drops her phone into her lap and tilts his head. "Don't tell me that about your shower. This morning's been so lovely up til now. DON"T BREAK MY HEART, HOUSE!" There is a scowl and a plea demand to the house. She pauses and waits and listens.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Well, at least now you're living in the same building as one.

(TXT to Hyacinth Vyv) Ravn : ... This is a very good point.

(TXT to Hyacinth Ravn) Vyv : Most of mine are.