The Pledge binds, and a sweet-smelling Spring breeze blows past the both of them, carrying the Pledge on the Wyrd.
"I appreciate your apologies, dear boy, and I know you won't do it again. All is forgiven."
A small smile.
"I've been meaning to tell you- the phones have a text to speech and speech to text functionality. Erin mostly makes use of it, but I don't see any reason why you couldn't; I imagine it might make life a little easier for you in that respect?"
"Oh. Uh, maybe. Would people think it's weird, though? I mean, shit like that, it's made for folks like Erin, it wouldn't be some kinda...appropriation or nothing?"
"Here's a question for you; what threshold of suffering or discomfort with this part of your life would be 'sufficient' before you'd be 'allowed' to use the accessibility tools that come standard with these phones? That I should remind you, cost nothing, impact nobody else, and do not need to be disclosed to anyone?"
"I'm daft as they come, so you're in good company there. But does that mean I don't have the right to make my life easier, if there's something I'm struggling with?"
Empathy for others is so much easier than sympathy for oneself after all.
Ossie sighs. Rather like arguing with himself shortly after he dropped out of university. Bash will sit on this metaphorical nail until he's good and ready to get up off it, and there's nothing Ossie can much do about it.
"Thank you for telling me about this, in any case. This was... nasty business, soup to nuts, I can only hope we're not in for a repeat."
[He'd been sort of hoping for Giles to respond quick, mostly just to tell him to fuck off or, like, give any indication that he was himself and also alive, but that didn't really work out. Granted, Sharky doesn't give it more than 12 hours before he's texting Ossie, you know. Just to be sure.]
hey i dont have a full pic of waht happened but is giles ok or like alive i mean u dont gotta tell me ne thing specific if u dont wanna i just need 2 know uve seen him like him him i dont got ne weird txts from u so i think u must have been ok??? but if giles wasnt him then problbly not huh fuck ummm shit im sorry i kno this aint great but like just lmk that u guys are safe n alive
Giles is alive, I'm tending to him now. It's not my place to say much more, but... Suffice it to say that the manner of beast that he and I am are both more resilient and fragile to difficult occurrences such as these. He may not be back to his usual charming self for a while. How are you? Are you alright?
Like an asshole after round eight with an ogre. Giles is back to himself but he's sustained no small amount of damage to his clarity. He didn't even remember we were in a relationship when I found him. But I have my health and I have him back, at last, so I suppose I shouldn't complain overmuch. Are your injuries severe? I'm afraid I... got shot fairly early on in the party, so I don't recall much at all.
A full twenty minutes pass. Some of that is just Erin getting ripped up with intense, sympathetic pain for Giles.
But a not insignificant percentage is spent composing the following:
Ossie are you the sort of gentleman who prefers to know things or to not know things and in a related story do you like your bad news funny or with no sugar.
It's a little bit before Ossie gets back to him, for the reason that he doesn't feel up to any sort of comforting. But about an hour or so later, Dimitri gets a reply.
Both Giles and myself are alive and ourselves. You've nothing to worry about and no reason to apologise. Are you alright? Are you hurt?
For the duration of the party you were the host of a pedigreed comedian of not-insignificant fame and acclaim. Which is about as much sugar as is available. The worthy in question chose a great deal of social violence to go with his literal physical violence, delivered via falling piano. I must stress that I mean literal pianos created from nothing falling from the sky. I attended to the issue after he involved me in a classic gag which sadly for him put him in striking distance.
About a minute.
It feels strange to apologize for returning your body to you but I am sorry it had to be the way it was about it. I do not like hurting things that wear the faces of friends.
no thats ok dont need deets id offer 2 help but i think id make things way worse rn
im fine like it is wat it is yk? nothin 2 do abt it
if i did nething 2 u guys im rly sorry pratt told me some stuff but he doesnt kno everything um i told giles id give the key back if he wants but he aint txted back if u want i can leave it for u i dont wanna like i just
Is that why I woke up with this 'instant piano button' in my pocket??? Where on earth did he get that from??? Grendel's teeth- I say, I'm glad I don't remember any of that. For what it's worth I'm sorry he did that, and thank you for sorting me out. Bloody hell. Who was it? Robin Williams? George Carlin?
You're an excellent knight my good fellow, and there's nothing you could have done. You can't sword-fight a bullet. Where are you? Are you in your room? Do you want me to pop round?
Ossie my good man Carlin would have asked for a fart gun. As best as I can tell it was either Yakko or Wakko Warner and my money is on Yakko. Wakko likes his jokes just a touch dryer.
10 seconds
Wait are you fucking telling me the button survived after your corpse fell from deck six to deck five.
MY WHAT!?!? No it bloody well didn't, the button doesn't do anything thank the Wyrd. Yakko Warner as in that irritating little cartoon weasel from that TV show?? How?????????? He's two dimensional!!!!
Well based on what I heard the Captain saved on the budget for his appearance by hiring only one writer for him. Poor bastard was not even union.
Magical theory is not my specialty. Who knows how many dimensions he had on his previous stay aboard. My greater concern at this time is your well being.
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