Hello, Hello...[Phonecall with Ambria]
Set a day or so after this post and after this conversation.
ambria welds: *ring ring ring - no, it's not the bananaphone, thank goodness for everyone's sanity. Ambria's just hung up from phone call with Val, and even though it's late, she's worried enough to try and call Marcus*
OMG notRoryStone: *he's in bed, where he's been for the last day and a half, head under a pillow and the room as dark as he could possibly make it. the phone is blessedly set on vibrate and even that gentle hum is enough to make him wince and reach blindly just to shut. it. up. Only Marcus stops to consider it might be his da calling and he answers, voice gravely and groggy* ...'lo?
ambria welds: Hey... I hope I didn't wake you, but Val said you really sick and I just wanted to check in and make sure you didn't have the plague or anything.... you alright? *she tries to keep her tone light, but a little worry creeps in there*
OMG notRoryStone: *mmmphf. It takes him longer than it should to figure out who he's speaking to and when he does, Marcus groans again.* Mmm...not sick. Don't get sick. Headache. *then he blinks, confused* How'd Val...?
ambria welds: He talked to Chuck. Val made it sound like you were dying or something - glad to hear it's just a bad headache. *pause* Well, not that I'm glad you're hurting but... better than having some horrible disease. What kinda headache- you got a migraine?
OMG notRoryStone: Chuck...*and a string of curses that aren't English or Gaeilge are uttered under his breath, it probably sounds more like static on the line or flowing water to human ears.* Yeah. Migraine. Nothing helps. I feel like I'm dying.
ambria welds: Oh ouch... Wish I could do something to help. If it's hard to talk with it, I can go and we can talk when you feel better. I don't want to add to your problems, hon...
OMG notRoryStone: Mmf...doesn't matter. Hurts anyway, talk or not. *oh, the pitiful way he can whine*
ambria welds: Aww. You need snuggles and a cool cloth for your forehead. And a nice dark room. *is sympathetic to the whining at least, poor boy*
OMG notRoryStone: Got the dark room.
ambria welds: Well if I was there I would provide the others. As it is, you just get my long distance sympathy call
OMG notRoryStone: *muffled speech here since he's still half-mashing his face into the pillow but the words 'face' and 'boobs' come through clearly*
ambria welds: *laughs softly* Yes, they'd make a good pillow, if that's what you're saying - hard to hear you, hon
OMG notRoryStone: *turns his head and attempts to speak up* Yeah. Sorry...this whole lay down and use phone thing is hard. Feels like my eyes are going to shoot across the room from pressure build up if my head doesn't cave in first.
ambria welds: Do you have speakerphone? You could put it on speaker then just lay it down beside you
OMG notRoryStone: *well, there's logic for you. Now where's the button on his phone for that feature? He fumbles for a few minutes until he finds it and turns on the hands free mode.* Stop being smarter than me. S'not fair...
ambria welds: I have the unfair advantage of not having a migraine. You can go back to being a smart guy when your head doesn't feel like it's going to explode.
OMG notRoryStone: Still want to date me if my head falls off?
ambria welds: It'd make kissing you a little hard and we'd get some strange looks in public, so you'd better make sure it stays on.
OMG notRoryStone: *tries grinning then groans, that hurts* Mm...want to kiss you lots.
ambria welds: Do you? Funny how that works, because I was just thinking I'd like to kiss you.
OMG notRoryStone: The number lots and lots. *so very eloquent, he is.*
ambria welds: *laughs softly, finding that oddly endearing in a poor Marcus kind of way* So lots that we'll have a hard time eating our dinner?
OMG notRoryStone: Ugh. Food. *puca may not often lose their stomach but having a migraine actually does the improbable and makes Marcus not even want to consider eating* Nnn...rather just kiss your pretty face.
ambria welds: Flatterer. *smiles though he can't see it, but her tone is pleased* The end of summer is starting to seem way too far away
OMG notRoryStone: Want to go home anyway...*and he does, really. this is not the summer he'd wanted to have, at all*
ambria welds: I might actually be having a lot more free time than I thought I was going to. They're doing more layoffs at work. I could be collecting unemployment and bumming around before you know it
OMG notRoryStone: *that makes his pained grimace turn into a sympathetic frown* 'm sorry, a chara.
ambria welds: Yeah, well.. I like my job and all but like my dad told me when
I first got into this that's the way it goes. Sometimes he's even had to travel out of state to get work - like way down to Virgina this one time. Meh. I was just lucky and now my luck's kinda running out I think.
OMG notRoryStone: *and here comes the pout and the whine again* You have to stay in New York...
ambria welds: I'm definitely going to try to. I got some time to collect unemployment and look for work in the area. Go up to my union hall and see what jobs they've got that they need people for. Problem with that is I don't have any seniority since I just finished my apprenticeship not long ago.
OMG notRoryStone: *now is probably not the best time for this conversation since he's trying to think through massive discomfort and is just coming down from a major bout of 'my life sucks' to boot* I don't want you to go anywhere. It's not fair.
ambria welds: I won't, hon. I'll try to stay in the area, promise. And even if I do, it'd just be for a temp job. I wouldn't move or anything.
OMG notRoryStone: No one ever stays. It sucks.
ambria welds: Don't worry about it. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.
OMG notRoryStone: *at least he has the good sense to not tell her that she'll leave him in the end anyhow, that's how it works* For how long?
ambria welds: For as long as you want to be stuck with me. We're going to get married after all, remember? I don't believe in divorce.
OMG notRoryStone: No one gets to keep someone as long as they want.
ambria welds: *soft sigh* Well, maybe not - but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try.
OMG notRoryStone: I guess.
ambria welds: Well, I know I'm going to try. I don't want to let you down,
hon. I'll do my best to stay in town, okay? I promise.
OMG notRoryStone: Mmm...kay. *he's not exactly sure what they're talking about anymore, his thoughts derailing whenever his headache throbs*
ambria welds: Anyhow... I should let you get some rest. I hope your head feels better. I have a three day weekend, so give me a call tomorrow if you want - I'm going down the shore with Quince, but I'll have my phone.
OMG notRoryStone: 'm jealous. Bet you look great in a bathing suit.
ambria welds: I'll take some pictures for you. Maybe they'll help you recover
OMG notRoryStone: Unf...*at least he still has a sense of humor?* ...'m gonna go back to sleep.
ambria welds: Alright. Sweet dreams, sweetheart. You take care.
OMG notRoryStone: Night, 'bria.
ambria welds: *ring ring ring - no, it's not the bananaphone, thank goodness for everyone's sanity. Ambria's just hung up from phone call with Val, and even though it's late, she's worried enough to try and call Marcus*
OMG notRoryStone: *he's in bed, where he's been for the last day and a half, head under a pillow and the room as dark as he could possibly make it. the phone is blessedly set on vibrate and even that gentle hum is enough to make him wince and reach blindly just to shut. it. up. Only Marcus stops to consider it might be his da calling and he answers, voice gravely and groggy* ...'lo?
ambria welds: Hey... I hope I didn't wake you, but Val said you really sick and I just wanted to check in and make sure you didn't have the plague or anything.... you alright? *she tries to keep her tone light, but a little worry creeps in there*
OMG notRoryStone: *mmmphf. It takes him longer than it should to figure out who he's speaking to and when he does, Marcus groans again.* Mmm...not sick. Don't get sick. Headache. *then he blinks, confused* How'd Val...?
ambria welds: He talked to Chuck. Val made it sound like you were dying or something - glad to hear it's just a bad headache. *pause* Well, not that I'm glad you're hurting but... better than having some horrible disease. What kinda headache- you got a migraine?
OMG notRoryStone: Chuck...*and a string of curses that aren't English or Gaeilge are uttered under his breath, it probably sounds more like static on the line or flowing water to human ears.* Yeah. Migraine. Nothing helps. I feel like I'm dying.
ambria welds: Oh ouch... Wish I could do something to help. If it's hard to talk with it, I can go and we can talk when you feel better. I don't want to add to your problems, hon...
OMG notRoryStone: Mmf...doesn't matter. Hurts anyway, talk or not. *oh, the pitiful way he can whine*
ambria welds: Aww. You need snuggles and a cool cloth for your forehead. And a nice dark room. *is sympathetic to the whining at least, poor boy*
OMG notRoryStone: Got the dark room.
ambria welds: Well if I was there I would provide the others. As it is, you just get my long distance sympathy call
OMG notRoryStone: *muffled speech here since he's still half-mashing his face into the pillow but the words 'face' and 'boobs' come through clearly*
ambria welds: *laughs softly* Yes, they'd make a good pillow, if that's what you're saying - hard to hear you, hon
OMG notRoryStone: *turns his head and attempts to speak up* Yeah. Sorry...this whole lay down and use phone thing is hard. Feels like my eyes are going to shoot across the room from pressure build up if my head doesn't cave in first.
ambria welds: Do you have speakerphone? You could put it on speaker then just lay it down beside you
OMG notRoryStone: *well, there's logic for you. Now where's the button on his phone for that feature? He fumbles for a few minutes until he finds it and turns on the hands free mode.* Stop being smarter than me. S'not fair...
ambria welds: I have the unfair advantage of not having a migraine. You can go back to being a smart guy when your head doesn't feel like it's going to explode.
OMG notRoryStone: Still want to date me if my head falls off?
ambria welds: It'd make kissing you a little hard and we'd get some strange looks in public, so you'd better make sure it stays on.
OMG notRoryStone: *tries grinning then groans, that hurts* Mm...want to kiss you lots.
ambria welds: Do you? Funny how that works, because I was just thinking I'd like to kiss you.
OMG notRoryStone: The number lots and lots. *so very eloquent, he is.*
ambria welds: *laughs softly, finding that oddly endearing in a poor Marcus kind of way* So lots that we'll have a hard time eating our dinner?
OMG notRoryStone: Ugh. Food. *puca may not often lose their stomach but having a migraine actually does the improbable and makes Marcus not even want to consider eating* Nnn...rather just kiss your pretty face.
ambria welds: Flatterer. *smiles though he can't see it, but her tone is pleased* The end of summer is starting to seem way too far away
OMG notRoryStone: Want to go home anyway...*and he does, really. this is not the summer he'd wanted to have, at all*
ambria welds: I might actually be having a lot more free time than I thought I was going to. They're doing more layoffs at work. I could be collecting unemployment and bumming around before you know it
OMG notRoryStone: *that makes his pained grimace turn into a sympathetic frown* 'm sorry, a chara.
ambria welds: Yeah, well.. I like my job and all but like my dad told me when
I first got into this that's the way it goes. Sometimes he's even had to travel out of state to get work - like way down to Virgina this one time. Meh. I was just lucky and now my luck's kinda running out I think.
OMG notRoryStone: *and here comes the pout and the whine again* You have to stay in New York...
ambria welds: I'm definitely going to try to. I got some time to collect unemployment and look for work in the area. Go up to my union hall and see what jobs they've got that they need people for. Problem with that is I don't have any seniority since I just finished my apprenticeship not long ago.
OMG notRoryStone: *now is probably not the best time for this conversation since he's trying to think through massive discomfort and is just coming down from a major bout of 'my life sucks' to boot* I don't want you to go anywhere. It's not fair.
ambria welds: I won't, hon. I'll try to stay in the area, promise. And even if I do, it'd just be for a temp job. I wouldn't move or anything.
OMG notRoryStone: No one ever stays. It sucks.
ambria welds: Don't worry about it. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.
OMG notRoryStone: *at least he has the good sense to not tell her that she'll leave him in the end anyhow, that's how it works* For how long?
ambria welds: For as long as you want to be stuck with me. We're going to get married after all, remember? I don't believe in divorce.
OMG notRoryStone: No one gets to keep someone as long as they want.
ambria welds: *soft sigh* Well, maybe not - but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try.
OMG notRoryStone: I guess.
ambria welds: Well, I know I'm going to try. I don't want to let you down,
hon. I'll do my best to stay in town, okay? I promise.
OMG notRoryStone: Mmm...kay. *he's not exactly sure what they're talking about anymore, his thoughts derailing whenever his headache throbs*
ambria welds: Anyhow... I should let you get some rest. I hope your head feels better. I have a three day weekend, so give me a call tomorrow if you want - I'm going down the shore with Quince, but I'll have my phone.
OMG notRoryStone: 'm jealous. Bet you look great in a bathing suit.
ambria welds: I'll take some pictures for you. Maybe they'll help you recover
OMG notRoryStone: Unf...*at least he still has a sense of humor?* ...'m gonna go back to sleep.
ambria welds: Alright. Sweet dreams, sweetheart. You take care.
OMG notRoryStone: Night, 'bria.