Day 91 AM [video] Public + Private to Maggie

[burnburnburn]

[Dilandau's lying on the sofa in his living room, holding his arm above his head to film. He's forgone his usual armour-and-diadem getup for a red shirt from the wardrobe. The swelling on his face has gone down, but the bruising has faded into an unattractive yellow]

Kenzi, I've finished that trap. Come to 15 and I'll show you how to set it up. I'll make another once we're sure it works.

[To everyone else, the message seems to end for a moment as he makes a message Private to Maggie]

Maggie, I want to see you later too. I've got questions about those dreams of yours.

[To everyone else, the message appears to start up again as he switches back to a public message.

His expression sours and he pushes his hair off of his forehead, huffing. He's obviously irritated at having to ask something that he feels beneath him]

Is there anything useful to do that doesn't involve heavy labour? I'll even take recommendations for books that won't bore me to sleep if there's nothing to be done. Or Mina, have you found any herbs that'll speed up bone healing since we've spoken?

[He very much doubts that the answer will be 'Yes', but it never hurts to ask.]

Comments

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

Well, with the diner finished, I'm sure the cooks will need help, chopping and stirring and various other things.

If you want, there's a few herbals in the library that I can get for you, if you'd like. I'm not sure how helpful they'll be for bone healing, but they're at least useful?

[She's down at the shore. Fishing! Because she wants fish.]

[Video]

[burnburnburn]

[This is the look of someone whose day has just gotten a bit worse]

And now you're being helpful again? Make up your mind about me, woman, I'm tired of your games.

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

[And this is the look of someone not paying attention.]

I apologized, Mr. Dilandau. And I'd offer to help with your injuries, but you don't seem to want it.

[Video]

[burnburnburn]

[He really hates it when she pulls new swathes of information about herself out like that all of a sudden]

And now you're a secret doctor too?

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

No. Not at all. But I know how painful bone injuries are. I could possibly help with the pain.

[She's not sure. She's never done it for a human before.]

[hung_garian]

You can read?

[burnburnburn]

I can fly a guymelef, of course I can read. [Bitch]

[hung_garian]

Oh, well if I'd known you could fly a gummyworm I wouldn't have even bothered asking. My mistake, I stand corrected.

[Dilandau may be getting the impression that there is absolutely no sincerity at all in that 'apology'.]

[burnburnburn]

[There's a part of him that knows that Loki likes to prod him, but that only makes it worse]

Guymelef, you ignorant alien. It's a far more advanced piece of equipment than anything you'll find lying around here.

[onteamdyson]

Right now? Right this second? You want me to come over right now?! .... Yeah, okay, sure. Gimme a few!

[Hell yes, free traps! Okay, so it's not totally free, but it doesn't cost money which is pretty dang close to free. Kenzi will be over shortly, knocking excitedly on Dilandau's door.]

[burnburnburn]

[There's a little delay before he answers the door. It's gratifying to see that much enthusiasm for something he's made. He moves to the side so she can bounce in]

They're in my room. Up the stairs, second on the left. I'll follow you.

[onteamdyson]

Sweet! This is gonna be totally awesome.

[She's excited, of course, but she's also a little wary of being in a stranger's house with him at her back. Even if this used to be Ruby's place, too. Well... the dude is injured. And he's trying to help! For personal gain, yes, but it's still helping. So Kenzi heads up the stairs, maybe checking over her shoulder every so often, until they get to his room.]

[burnburnburn]

[He doesn't pay much attention to her reactions, since he needs to concentrate on moving up the stairs with as little strain as possible.

His bedroom door is ajar and he pulls it fully open for her. The room is military-neat, apart from his uniform, which is dismantled and spread across his bed after a good polishing. The wire traps are on the desk]

Take a seat and I'll how you how they work.

[video]

[kore_npc]

[ She looks a little sleep-deprived. ]

Which dream?

[video]

[burnburnburn]

The one with the Sorc-[Wait, no, they use a different word] the scientists.

[video]

[kore_npc]

Oh, yeah. Kind of a recurring nightmare for me. I've been having it for a while.

[ She purses her lips. ]

What--uh--what do you want to know?

[video]

[burnburnburn]

I'd rather talk about it in person than over these devices. Your house or mine?

video always

[violenthearted]

Can you cook?

[ Since Brigid asked, but that seemed to descend into uh, festive sniping rather quickly. ]

Re: video always

[burnburnburn]

[Since it's Erik, not Brigid, he won't dismiss the idea on principle. The question makes him snort]

I don't poison myself when I try, but the only things you'll get from me are roast fish or oats in a pot. Ruby was the one in our house who knew how the oven worked.

[He thinks for a moment]

It'd be a useful skill to learn.

[violenthearted]

[ Erik is flattered to the very bones of him, truly. ]

God spare us all from oats in a pot.

[ The dryness of this may be taken to widely encompass both a familiarity with the type of food in question and Erik's very thorny relationship with Judaism. And ...all forms of monotheism, frankly. He shrugs, a loose gesture for how terse and tense he often is; cooking is an easy subject, and moreover one he likes. ]

If you're willing to make the time I can show you around the kitchen at the diner.

[ He doesn't acknowledge the idea that Dilandau's exciting injuries might in any way prevent or delay this idea. Grievous wounds are just something a person walks off. B| ]

[burnburnburn]

[He nods, accepting the offer.]

I've got little else to do that's more useful than that. Tell me a time when you're free and I'll arrange to meet you.

[Though, there is one very good reason he hasn't gone to the diner yet. His expressions darkens as he remembers]

I'll warn you, if that bastard Winchester calls me a prostitute again to my face, I'm going to stab him.

[primogen_vampirate]

I know of only one way to speed the healing process. And you won't like it.

[burnburnburn]

[His face drops]

Does it involve needles?

[primogen_vampirate]

No.

[burnburnburn]

Then what does it involve?