Wednesday, November 25th.

[valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com]

Early evening; walking to Kaeli's house

Spending a pleasant evening at the Tavern made me think that I should be socialising more. It's true that every night I am in the Whitechapel's bar, but although that is fun it is also my job. Whilst I don't regret all the time I am spending with Hermia or Alice, either - it's like having my own little family, and I like it a great deal - I have been a little lax in keeping in touch with my friends lately. Edmund has been very busy, too, which explains why we haven't caught up, and I have felt a little strange around Karina after that awkward evening a few weeks ago. But I have no good reason for not having seen Kaeli, and I mean to change that now.

Of course I've seen her, and my other friends, around town - Excolo's so small that I run into people I know every day - but there's a difference between saying hello as I see someone at the general store and actually catching up. When Lugh died I asked Nohte to make up a basket of white roses for Kaeli - sober but not funereal - and send them to her. I knew Lugh and Kaeli had been involved, but I think they had fallen out. In any case, I thought the flowers wouldn't go amiss. I would have called on her, but all the business with Gaueko and Alice distracted me. Which isn't, I suppose, a great excuse. I notice I feel guiltier these days for letting people down. I think it's another of the improvements that loving someone has brought to me.

I pop by the bakery, hoping I might see Edmund, but instead his apprentice is there and sells me a vanilla cheesecake. I take that over and knock on Kaeli's door. A light is on, so I hope she is home.

[open to Kaeli]

Wednesday, November 25th.

[valmont-vicomte.livejournal.com]

Early evening; walking to Kaeli's house

Spending a pleasant evening at the Tavern made me think that I should be socialising more. It's true that every night I am in the Whitechapel's bar, but although that is fun it is also my job. Whilst I don't regret all the time I am spending with Hermia or Alice, either - it's like having my own little family, and I like it a great deal - I have been a little lax in keeping in touch with my friends lately. Edmund has been very busy, too, which explains why we haven't caught up, and I have felt a little strange around Karina after that awkward evening a few weeks ago. But I have no good reason for not having seen Kaeli, and I mean to change that now.

Of course I've seen her, and my other friends, around town - Excolo's so small that I run into people I know every day - but there's a difference between saying hello as I see someone at the general store and actually catching up. When Lugh died I asked Nohte to make up a basket of white roses for Kaeli - sober but not funereal - and send them to her. I knew Lugh and Kaeli had been involved, but I think they had fallen out. In any case, I thought the flowers wouldn't go amiss. I would have called on her, but all the business with Gaueko and Alice distracted me. Which isn't, I suppose, a great excuse. I notice I feel guiltier these days for letting people down. I think it's another of the improvements that loving someone has brought to me.

I pop by the bakery, hoping I might see Edmund, but instead his apprentice is there and sells me a vanilla cheesecake. I take that over and knock on Kaeli's door. A light is on, so I hope she is home.

[open to Kaeli]

Holy are the crazy, for they dream with open eyes.

[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

[Morning, Day 178, Wednesday, November 25th]
[The street near the Abbey]


Been promisin' t'do'is ferra long damn time now. Seems like th'days're slippin' 'way from me. Mebbe's gettin' old, mebbe's cuzzi been sleepin' more since th'rite me'n Verdi'n Tez did. Whatever th'reason, been near t'a month since at, and a sight more since I promised t'do'is.

'least's been a quiet coupla weeks. Done some business, though've had t'quit sellin' th'really nasty shit, since we's stayin'ere...last thin' th'Lot needs izza fuckin' lynch mob comin' down onnit. Ain't seen Slaughterman since'at night'n th'woods 'n th'mornin'at followed, annat's kind ovva shame. Been thinkin'a droppin' by th'shop t'see how'e is. Don't expect nothin' out ovveach other 'sides friendship...an' mebbe 'nother few rounds...but be good t'see'im. Find m'self likin'is comp'ny. An' cons'derin' Tez'n me're gonna be takin' Lily on right soon, m'time might be a bit lim'ted.

But'at's fer later. Fer now I load up what shit I think we might need...some incense, herbs 'n ttinctures, an' hope Preacherman laid 'side a good store ovvat mugwort. There's other ways t'do what we's plannin', but Mugwort's likely th'gentlest 'n th'safest. Gotta few dried mushrooms jes'in case.

Almost t'th'Abbey. Tuck m'bag close 'gainst m'side 'n keep walkin'.


[OPEN to Nanse-kam and possibly others]

Holy are the crazy, for they dream with open eyes.

[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

[Morning, Day 178, Wednesday, November 25th]
[The street near the Abbey]


Been promisin' t'do'is ferra long damn time now. Seems like th'days're slippin' 'way from me. Mebbe's gettin' old, mebbe's cuzzi been sleepin' more since th'rite me'n Verdi'n Tez did. Whatever th'reason, been near t'a month since at, and a sight more since I promised t'do'is.

'least's been a quiet coupla weeks. Done some business, though've had t'quit sellin' th'really nasty shit, since we's stayin'ere...last thin' th'Lot needs izza fuckin' lynch mob comin' down onnit. Ain't seen Slaughterman since'at night'n th'woods 'n th'mornin'at followed, annat's kind ovva shame. Been thinkin'a droppin' by th'shop t'see how'e is. Don't expect nothin' out ovveach other 'sides friendship...an' mebbe 'nother few rounds...but be good t'see'im. Find m'self likin'is comp'ny. An' cons'derin' Tez'n me're gonna be takin' Lily on right soon, m'time might be a bit lim'ted.

But'at's fer later. Fer now I load up what shit I think we might need...some incense, herbs 'n ttinctures, an' hope Preacherman laid 'side a good store ovvat mugwort. There's other ways t'do what we's plannin', but Mugwort's likely th'gentlest 'n th'safest. Gotta few dried mushrooms jes'in case.

Almost t'th'Abbey. Tuck m'bag close 'gainst m'side 'n keep walkin'.


[OPEN to Nanse-kam and possibly others]

All the jagged edges disappear, Colors all look brighter when you're near

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

(Late Evening, Wednesday November 25th)
(The Follow Me Boy)

Tuesday was a waste.  Went back to my apartment and fell into an exhausted, heartsick sleep that lasted most of the day.  Spent my waking hours in a melancholy funk, just lying in bed and staring out the window as the day turned to night.   Didn't even feel like eating or drinking.  Just replayed every memory I had of Wanda and I in my head.  All the bad and all the wonderful.  I did that until I drifted off again.

Today I woke up, showered, and got back to my life.  Still felt heart-broken and slightly hollow, but if I hope to make good on my promise to Wanda, I'll have to work at it.  And I did.  One day off and I managed to accumulate a line of patients at the office and a few house calls.  At least most of them were legitimate.  A broken arm that needed to be reset, a child with impacted baby teeth that needed to be extracted, and a bronchial infection heading toward pneumonia, to name a few.  

By the end of my long day... I found that I felt a little better.  Progress.  Baby steps to be sure... but progress none the less. 

Realizing that I haven't seen Miao in about a week, I quickly clean up, pull my hair back into a ponytail, and head over to The 'Boy.  I need to let her know what happened between Wanda and I, and I would like to ask her to keep an eye on her.   I know they have step up weekly dinner dates,  and I am hoping Wanda doesn't cancel them.   I hate to admit it, but I am slightly perturbed by how calmly Wanda took everything.  That is not like her at all...

It's late enough, and I am hoping that Miao is not entertaining a client as I ascend the steps and ring the buzzer. 

(Open to Miao)
(Closed)

All the jagged edges disappear, Colors all look brighter when you're near

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

(Late Evening, Wednesday November 25th)
(The Follow Me Boy)

Tuesday was a waste.  Went back to my apartment and fell into an exhausted, heartsick sleep that lasted most of the day.  Spent my waking hours in a melancholy funk, just lying in bed and staring out the window as the day turned to night.   Didn't even feel like eating or drinking.  Just replayed every memory I had of Wanda and I in my head.  All the bad and all the wonderful.  I did that until I drifted off again.

Today I woke up, showered, and got back to my life.  Still felt heart-broken and slightly hollow, but if I hope to make good on my promise to Wanda, I'll have to work at it.  And I did.  One day off and I managed to accumulate a line of patients at the office and a few house calls.  At least most of them were legitimate.  A broken arm that needed to be reset, a child with impacted baby teeth that needed to be extracted, and a bronchial infection heading toward pneumonia, to name a few.  

By the end of my long day... I found that I felt a little better.  Progress.  Baby steps to be sure... but progress none the less. 

Realizing that I haven't seen Miao in about a week, I quickly clean up, pull my hair back into a ponytail, and head over to The 'Boy.  I need to let her know what happened between Wanda and I, and I would like to ask her to keep an eye on her.   I know they have step up weekly dinner dates,  and I am hoping Wanda doesn't cancel them.   I hate to admit it, but I am slightly perturbed by how calmly Wanda took everything.  That is not like her at all...

It's late enough, and I am hoping that Miao is not entertaining a client as I ascend the steps and ring the buzzer. 

(Open to Miao)
(Closed)