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noreasonneeded) wrote2024-03-25 08:40 am
noreasonneeded) wrote2024-03-25 08:40 am
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I'm sure they'll settle nicely into whatever cockles you've got in there.
How's tomorrow night sound, then?
How's tomorrow night sound, then?
Tomorrow night works for me, I’ll schedule it in. Any preferences on your room or mine? I suppose there’s also the roof.
I like that this warrants scheduling. No preference, though if we're on the roof it might be harder to tell if you're in tune if it's windy out.
I have extremely impressive schedules kept in my head, Birdie. You should be honored to make my well-ordered rotation.
A good point, there usually is a breeze if not rain. The joys of living close to the water.
A good point, there usually is a breeze if not rain. The joys of living close to the water.
Oh, I am very honored. I'm just amused, too. I can multitask.
The rain is nice, though that'd be a lot worse for both our instruments if we try to play in it.
The rain is nice, though that'd be a lot worse for both our instruments if we try to play in it.
One of your most attractive qualities for sure.
It is nice, unless it’s cold out. Freezing rain’s less pleasant, but in the summer, it can feel nice. Although by now I don't often notice it, it happens so often. Either way though, we can stay inside to not risk the instruments.
It is nice, unless it’s cold out. Freezing rain’s less pleasant, but in the summer, it can feel nice. Although by now I don't often notice it, it happens so often. Either way though, we can stay inside to not risk the instruments.
"Although, I can see stealing art work being your idea of play though," Piper muses, her tone teasing though as she watches the two. She has also noticed the way he never sits still and from everything she knows, she's not surprised. She figures it's when he is sitting still that they should really worry. But she couldn't really say anything, she was constantly moving or doing something with her hands.
She turns back to the coffee pot and pours a mug. "Do you want a cup now or when we go back upstairs," she asks, glancing over at Kaz, fully intending to take the pot up with them.
"I don't think that's how outsourcing works, my friend," Piper laughs and brings the mug up to her mouth for a sip.
She looks at Nina with a smile. "That's for sure. it took me one too many times to realize what I was doing wrong," she admits. "Oh, spice is good. What is your favorite recipe to make?"
She turns back to the coffee pot and pours a mug. "Do you want a cup now or when we go back upstairs," she asks, glancing over at Kaz, fully intending to take the pot up with them.
"I don't think that's how outsourcing works, my friend," Piper laughs and brings the mug up to her mouth for a sip.
She looks at Nina with a smile. "That's for sure. it took me one too many times to realize what I was doing wrong," she admits. "Oh, spice is good. What is your favorite recipe to make?"
Why thank you, Kaz. I'll be sure to keep it up.
Freezing rain is the worst, but we've got some time before we have to worry about that too much. We can decide where inside later, depending on how much noise everyone else is making and how far away we need to get from it.
And you are always welcome in the basement. Just, you probably won't want to be in there when I'm sleeping.
Freezing rain is the worst, but we've got some time before we have to worry about that too much. We can decide where inside later, depending on how much noise everyone else is making and how far away we need to get from it.
And you are always welcome in the basement. Just, you probably won't want to be in there when I'm sleeping.
I don’t like anyone around when I’m sleeping, so I wouldn’t spring that on you, don’t worry. Besides, wandering around your space when you’re unconscious and not someone I’m stealing from might get a little creepy.
Much appreciated, Kaz. I don't look my best in the day, either, which worries me more than you rifling through my drawers, sock and umbrella alike.
Do you turn into a bat when sleeping?
I don't think anyone actually looks their best when asleep, anyway. That whole 'sleeping like an angel' bit really just means they aren't causing trouble.
I don't think anyone actually looks their best when asleep, anyway. That whole 'sleeping like an angel' bit really just means they aren't causing trouble.
No, no bats. I just look more... Dead. Or more actually dead. I've been told it's disconcerting.
Though I definitely won't be getting up to trouble during the day, so that tracks.
Though I definitely won't be getting up to trouble during the day, so that tracks.
Dead bodies wouldn’t be a new sight, but I’m fine keeping your image that of being in a very lively unalive state.
I make no promises not to cause trouble even during times of rest. I don’t know that I can or do, but I like to put nothing past myself.
I make no promises not to cause trouble even during times of rest. I don’t know that I can or do, but I like to put nothing past myself.
“Stealing artwork is part of my work, that’s -”
“Further proof of your psychosis?” Nina offers sweetly, utterly unperturbed at teasing him as he limps back to his seat after putting the cookies in the oven.
Kaz flips her off as he finishes answering. “It’s a perfectly reasonable and valid use of one’s time. It’s great practice at evading security systems. And showing the wealthy they aren’t entitled to everything money can buy.”
“Spiting your enemies is not a hobby, but you should get one, Kaz.” She says, knowing she’s talking to a brick wall. “Not inviting you to bake with me and Les, though. Stealing cookies doesn’t count, either. You can ask to have some.”
“Dear Nina, sweetest treat of the Slat, will you share your cookies with me?” Kaz places a hand over his heart when delivering that sarcastic plea in an innocent tone.
She laughs. “You’re as charming as a can of cold soup, Kaz.”
“Gazpacho isn’t bad. And that’s not a no,” he points out, in which case he adds as he turns to Piper, “I’ll have a cup here, and then the rest upstairs.” His leg makes him not inclined to walk back up the stairs then down again for the twelve or so minutes they take to bake.
“What he means is, can he please have one here and thanks for getting it for him,” Nina translates dryly before answering the question Les sent her way, “I think I make a great spice cake, and I’ve also made gingerbreads and apple cider breads. All the warm spices are great in cakes, breads, and cookies. Some people don’t find them sweet enough but I love them.”
“She also makes good lemon curds,” Kaz cuts in as he polishes his cane.
Nina faux whispered to Les, “He has a fruit fixation. It’s not as annoying as his revenge fixation, so we let him have it.”
“Further proof of your psychosis?” Nina offers sweetly, utterly unperturbed at teasing him as he limps back to his seat after putting the cookies in the oven.
Kaz flips her off as he finishes answering. “It’s a perfectly reasonable and valid use of one’s time. It’s great practice at evading security systems. And showing the wealthy they aren’t entitled to everything money can buy.”
“Spiting your enemies is not a hobby, but you should get one, Kaz.” She says, knowing she’s talking to a brick wall. “Not inviting you to bake with me and Les, though. Stealing cookies doesn’t count, either. You can ask to have some.”
“Dear Nina, sweetest treat of the Slat, will you share your cookies with me?” Kaz places a hand over his heart when delivering that sarcastic plea in an innocent tone.
She laughs. “You’re as charming as a can of cold soup, Kaz.”
“Gazpacho isn’t bad. And that’s not a no,” he points out, in which case he adds as he turns to Piper, “I’ll have a cup here, and then the rest upstairs.” His leg makes him not inclined to walk back up the stairs then down again for the twelve or so minutes they take to bake.
“What he means is, can he please have one here and thanks for getting it for him,” Nina translates dryly before answering the question Les sent her way, “I think I make a great spice cake, and I’ve also made gingerbreads and apple cider breads. All the warm spices are great in cakes, breads, and cookies. Some people don’t find them sweet enough but I love them.”
“She also makes good lemon curds,” Kaz cuts in as he polishes his cane.
Nina faux whispered to Les, “He has a fruit fixation. It’s not as annoying as his revenge fixation, so we let him have it.”
I'd like you to keep that image, too. Though at least now you're prepared for the sight if something happens in the day and you need to wake me up.
You know, I can see that. Schemes coming about right from your wildest dreams.
You know, I can see that. Schemes coming about right from your wildest dreams.
I’d always rather be prepared than live in ignorance. Precisely for reasons like that. No point in setting one’s self up to be potentially blindsided.
Though for what it’s worth, even if I did ever see you like that, I wouldn’t forget how you look otherwise, either.
It would be extremely useful if dreams worked like that, wouldn’t it?
Though for what it’s worth, even if I did ever see you like that, I wouldn’t forget how you look otherwise, either.
It would be extremely useful if dreams worked like that, wouldn’t it?
I'm glad to prepare you, then. I might be a scary monster, but I don't want to surprise you like that.
That's, honestly, very reassuring to know.
Very useful, though I figure it'd have a catch somewhere.
That's, honestly, very reassuring to know.
Very useful, though I figure it'd have a catch somewhere.
Thankfully we've established scary monsters aren't a bad thing.
Good. I meant it.
Too good to be true? They say dreams are the mind's way of working through things. Or processing them.
Good. I meant it.
Too good to be true? They say dreams are the mind's way of working through things. Or processing them.
No, not a bad thing at all. I'm pretty fond of them, in fact.
Something like that. And I've heard that before, that it's all symbolism while your brain figures itself out. Though I also know people who have legitimately prophetic dreams sometimes, and they're just as interpretive.
Something like that. And I've heard that before, that it's all symbolism while your brain figures itself out. Though I also know people who have legitimately prophetic dreams sometimes, and they're just as interpretive.
Me, too. Some of the most interesting people I know welcome a little monster in themselves.
I’ve never found my dreams particularly helpful, and definitely not prophetic. I believe such a power exists, though. Seems as likely as the others I’ve heard about. Not sure I’d want it, though. Just like you said about them being interpretive. I’ll stick with just regular deductions made about the real world.
I’ve never found my dreams particularly helpful, and definitely not prophetic. I believe such a power exists, though. Seems as likely as the others I’ve heard about. Not sure I’d want it, though. Just like you said about them being interpretive. I’ll stick with just regular deductions made about the real world.
And the rest, I'm sure, deny the little monster already there.
Definitely real, and hard to manage for those that have them. The usual ones work just fine for personal interpretation without adding in foretelling. Mine all have music, now. Sometimes I think it's some of my Sisters singing somewhere else, too, though I can't confirm that.
Definitely real, and hard to manage for those that have them. The usual ones work just fine for personal interpretation without adding in foretelling. Mine all have music, now. Sometimes I think it's some of my Sisters singing somewhere else, too, though I can't confirm that.
Or even more often, deny the man or woman they are is worse than any monster they've read about.
I try hard to avoid having any dreams when I sleep. Let me just close my eyes and open them again and feel like no time has passed. Sometimes it works. Are they pleasant songs at least that you hear?
I try hard to avoid having any dreams when I sleep. Let me just close my eyes and open them again and feel like no time has passed. Sometimes it works. Are they pleasant songs at least that you hear?
An unfortunately common variation on the theme.
Most of the time the music is pleasant, or at least neutral enough I hardly really notice it. Sometimes they're not, but I guess being dead doesn't make you immune from nightmares. ...Daymares?
Most of the time the music is pleasant, or at least neutral enough I hardly really notice it. Sometimes they're not, but I guess being dead doesn't make you immune from nightmares. ...Daymares?
Certainly prevalent in my experience. Then again, it keeps me busy.
I’ve yet to find anything that does make one immune. If I get tired enough I sometimes don't dream, or at least don't recall them, but it’s not foolproof. If I ever do I'll let you know.
I’ve yet to find anything that does make one immune. If I get tired enough I sometimes don't dream, or at least don't recall them, but it’s not foolproof. If I ever do I'll let you know.
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A silver lining, for you. Empty pockets for them.
That would be nice, to be immune. And I've done lullabies before, and been told they work pretty well, if you'd ever want to try that.
That would be nice, to be immune. And I've done lullabies before, and been told they work pretty well, if you'd ever want to try that.
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