Log:Planning For A Road Trip
| Planning For A Road Trip | |
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| Participants | 12 June, 2017 Four people talk about a Phish concert, RVs, lighting people on fire, and other things in the back room of Tamarack Falls Jewish Books. |
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| Sid came into visit his Bubbe. This has now become a daily occurance like clockwork. It did not agree much with his hangover, nor his stay up all night until you pop like a rocket lifestyle. Still he strolled in with his usual carefree swagger, sunglasses on, and left hand lightly wrapped in gauze and a bit of medical tape to hold it in place. He wasn't much worse for teh wear, and that showman smile warmed, "Aaaah, bubbe, nu?" Apaprently curious as to what he missed in teh last 24 hours. She's having lunch in the back room while Alonso is minding the shop, and Gisa looks up from her lunch -- rice with feta cheese and veggies suits her just fine, thank you -- and examines Sid from the near distance. Then she gets up and crosses the room, reaching to pluck his glasses from his face. Gisa's eyepits narrow as she squints at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. And also to see how much he smells like alcohol still. Her kiss is literally warm, and the warmth of her contract spreads from the kiss, flowing through nerves and sinews, bone and blood. Who's hungover? Not Sid. Not anymore. "Shalom, bubbuleh." There might be gentle reproach in her voice, or maybe he's just imagining it. Sid had a brilliant and most flattering shade of bloodshot to go withthe rest of him and the warm smile that didn't try to fight her on this. The Dusk knew a losing battle before it began. Oddly he didn't really smell too much like this was an ongoing process. He did smell a int like dust and chlorine though. He could be imagining it. If there wasn't reproach there was cause and cause was reason enough to accept his faults. The unwrapped hand came up to wipe a palm across his face and pinch finger and thumb to less weary eyes. "Came to see how you were doin. Also for the cheese." Sure, make that joke now. "I decided I need to talk to some metal smithy about making my Aspersorium into a collapsable travel cup." "You are a strange child, bubbuleh," Gisa chuckles softly, and then she pats his cheek gently. "I will return in a moment. Eat something, drink something." And then she trundles back to the front of the shop to check on Alonso. You never know with anarchists, they might forget that they're not supposed to set the shop on fire. Sid was where he told people he'd be and een texted Lulu as much cause who doesn't love the company of a klutzy danger moth? People with no sense of how to live that is who. He also knew the invite to eat was more imperative than anything else and indulged grandmama. he made himself a plate and while living wreckless, a napkin too cause there was respect for the furniture. As she left he set the plate downa nd finally removed the gauze and tape from his hand too not even letting that stay unaddressed. He folded it and stuffed it in the side pocket of his shorts and rubbed at his palm. Better. Saturniidae, adults anyway, don't tend to eat and they're short-lived. Like mayflies, they have a purpose and they fulfill it and then they pass on. While Lulu demonstrates most of the traits one would attribute to a Lunar Moth she does eat and certain things will draw her presence; the promise of food is one of them. And so, in a meandering time, Lulu finally arrives to answer the text Sid had sent. If only he'd known promising her socks would have gotten a more immediate response. Lulu had slipped into the bookstore and upon finding no one amidst the upper leaves she'd headed for the back and stopped at the threshold. A knock announces the clumsy little blonde's arrival; that and the fact she's humming some obscure ancient Disney Song. For the weather Lulu is in a Boho-chic dress, layers of lace at her waist with Asymmetrical hems and a strappy sweetheart bodice. Not that it really can be seen with the ridiculous amount of jewelry that Lulu has on today. Long necklaces that hit her at the bottom of her sternum, layers of baubles and bangles at her wrists and ankles. Her shoes today are Gladiator Style Sandals and not at all as fancy as they were yesterday. once more she has a shawl over it, covering her shoulders and back from the prying eyes of the world. Sid was fairly certain, as an athlete? She didn't want his socks. The Satyr though? He didn't mind the clumsy or the odd. Had he there'd be no shout out. Healed up with no place else to need to be (thankfully) he lifted a hand in greeting as he peeked out to teh front area and called her back, "Eeeeh Lulu-belle. We're back here." There was a nod at his fellow part-time Californian at the boho revival and commented, "Diggin the threads. We were having a not-talk about my terrible habits. How's you? Sorry I had to bail. Got a call I had to follow up on. How's trix?" Lulu takes instruction fairly well, so long as it is immediate, and when she's called into the back room she ricochet's off the door jamb and skirrs into the room before finding a nice spot to do a little twirl which not only serves the idea of fun but also helps her find a nice spot to move over to settle in. "Hello! I have news!" She tells Sid cheerfully, "My phone reminded me to call my friends like I said I would do, and I have three back stage passes to a Phish event in Chicago if we can make it. Ramrod says that he can get us in and maybe even meet the band. Wouldn't that be wonderful, Gisa can meet Mike!" She says excitedly as she moves over to find a place to sit down. "No worries, people come and go all the time. I don't know who Tri is but I hope they're well. I can try and divine it though if you must know. The Moon's been quiet lately, she won't talk to me in my dreams." Sid arched an eyebrow, sitting in his usual spot at Gisa's table, though the expression more evident since Gisa propped his glasses atop his head and they stayed there. "Shout at the dog star that's great news!" Well at least he was branching out. HE offered sympathetically, "Hey maybe the rest is no ews is good news. Maybe it's because it's been cloudy. I dunno how interference with weather works but ya know some like to blame that." For Lucky's sake when he's done scavenging for food like a squirrel, all apparent injuries seem to have been mended that have been accumulating slowly. "Yeah, lemme know hwen it is and I'll put a clear on my calander. Good use of the phone reminder. That's clever." Hey credit where credit's due. Lulu looks up, "No. It's something else I think." Her eyes drift back and forth over the ceiling the light eating black turning back to Sid and she smiles, "But it's not the first time. I'm sure they'll be back with a vengeance." She finally moves over to find a chair to settle into, well more like she runs into the back of the chair with a hip and it spins her a bit so she decides to sit down leaving quickly evaporating smudges in the wake of her fingertips. "I tend to take it to mean that something will happen that I'm not supposed to know about." She reaches into a hidden pocket amidst her skirts and lifts her phone out to check some messages, "The date is sometime next month, mid-month it seems. I figure we can make a day trip of it. And the phone is very useful yes, it is about the only thing that keeps me alive." She sets it down pointing at things, "I remember to eat because here's Uber Eats, and I remember to go places because here's Uber and they drive me right where I'm going. And I can order delivery groceries and other things so I don't have to wander off and get lost if I'm trying to stay in a spot for some reason. It's all been very useful. It's like I don't have to remember anything at all!" Not that she does. The little chime on the front door rings, admitting One Lucky. He's at least walking a bit straighter today, though still moving a bit slow. However he managed to get himself all battered up, he seems to be recovering. Moving to sit down in a chair next to the satyr, he leans back, trying to get as comfortable as some busted ribs will allow one to get. "What's a good use of phone reminders?" he asks, only having caught the tail end of the conversation as he was coming in. A nod to Lulu as he says, "If you use Uber, you should ask for Kyle. He's good. And doesn't ask too many questions." Probably because he's one of them, which is always a safer route. Sid arched and eyebrow listening to this curiously, "Well nice to know Ihave a back up incase Tony ever loses his phone. That's actually pretty awesome, Lu. You know if you ever get stuck, leave your phone on. Call me. Provided I'm not face down face down in my own disgrace? I can help." He looked to Lucky with a lopsided grin. "Talkin bout you" Lulu tilts her head, "Ask questions, why wouldn't I want people to ask questions. Most of them try not to talk to me anywhere." She tilts her head towards Lucky and his movement, "What happened? Did something happen." She asks and her fingers move to rub the wood anxiously. "I don't know any Springs but I can try and find you one." She offers with concern before looking back to Lucky, "Oh if I ever get into trouble my phone can't get me out of it then I am hopeflly at least having fun while I'm going down in flames. All I ask in that case is that you make sure my socks are all found and burned." Lucky shakes his head. "Foreplay got a little rough," he tells Lulu, holding up a hand at teh mention of finding one of the Springs. "And nah, I'll be okay. Just a few bruises is all. Give me a day or two and the pep'll be right back in my step. Might even return the favor." So that's probably not what actually happened, but Lucky doesn't seem terribly concerned about it. Life among the Lost isn't exactly without its dangers, after all. Though at Sid's mention of them talking about Lucky, the aforementioned offers a little smirk. "Hey, that's great! Talking about me is my favorite pastime! What are we talking about? I'll be happy to muddy the details." Sid reached out to Luckcy and gave his forearm a pat. Gooood it sucked to be Lucky right now. "Yeah, always. And wiat til Gisa gets back. She can help you out. She's... more than fair at being a marauding caregiver." Says the man whose eyes were no longer a lovely shade of bloodshot and now lacking the burns on his left hand. Trully the woman could do some good work. He looked to Lulu and ya know what, the truth was inconsequential and made for a terrible story. The satyr shook his head and caught Lucky up. "Lulu's gonna hook Gisa up with a Phish show in Chi-town. Found an app taht reminds you to do things too. Like find food. remember where you are. Remember where you're going. Make people mail stuff to you... Pretty clever." He observed of Lucky "Well you look like a house landed on you but at least passing out afforded ya sleep. Good man." Lulu's worry melts away in an instant. "Oh. Fun!" She seems to have forgotten her concern completely when she doesn't need to worry about something unwanted. She seems to believe Sid's explination regardless of it's realism. But when Sid brings up Gisa's hearthside manner she beams, "She is. Protective and nurtering. It's unusual." The flighty blonde turns her strange wide eyes back to Lucky, adjusting her lace skirts. "Yes, I can ask Ramrod if you'd like to go. Four's a nice even number and Sid wants to come too. I would hate to leave anyone out. But the Apps help me remember, because I can't remember, the Moon takes my memories so she can give me othe..Ooo." Her hands go to her mouth, "I haven't been making memories!" She exclaims suddenly to Sid. As if this makes sense. "R...ramrod?" Lucky looks over to Lulu, blinking a few times. The sheer amount of potential quips that just came to the man's mind may have overloaded a circuit or two. It's like there's just too many to choose from. He sits there, silently, looking over to Sid briefly, and then to Lulu, frozen like a deer in the headlights. But sensing that he missed the critical window, he just lets it go, sighing. "Next time, gadget." Lulu's exclamation about memories, though, brings a smile to his face. "Making memories is my second favorite pastime." And then, back over to Sid, "Trust me, I -feel- like a house fell on me. Or I got run over by Santa's Reindeer. Something. But I'll be okay in a day or two." And then, he narrows his eyes playfully at the Satyr. "I thought you were gonna wake me up for lunch? Weren't we supposed to go get Thai?" Or was that yesterday? Sid lifted his coffee and saluted Lulu with it, "It's like I show up and problems sort themselves. Yeah if you got nothin to trade, maybe Mother Moon is waiting." He wan't any aort of oracle but he has been exposed to so many different ethos variants as a Bishop that he took that too in stride and could work with the math he was given. A grin was given back to the Elf with a guilty shrug, "You looked... like you needed the name more. I can wait." He drank his coffee. Lulu tilts her head at Lucky and blinks, "Yes, Ramrod. He's been a Roadie for years and that's how he got his name. He's going to get us backstage." She says to Lucky with a little bounce in her chair. "I need memories to trade." She says to Lucky, "If you help me make some. Maybe the dreams tht she gives me will be for you." She looks back towards Sid and her nose wrinkles with amusement. "But if Thai was promised you simpl have to get it. Some Satay maybe or Larb." Lucky gets a little quiet when Lulu starts talking about dreams. The man doesn't seem to have one of his easy quips for that one. It's like he's actually considering it. "Yeah," he agrees. "I think I can help you with that. NOthing to lose." And to Sid? Well. He just leans over, stealing a little kiss from the man. "I know," he tells him. "Thanks. It was the right call. But," he adds, "you still owe me curry. Don't think you're getting out of it just by being awesome." Sid was smug? Nah. Pleased? Terribly pleased. Was he shy? Not even remotely. He took the kiss as a payment for job well done. Fuck yeah job well done. The Bishop tilted his head as a sort of shrug expression, "Eh, small price to pay for seeing you, ya know, not implode I guess. As dor dreams? I'd be... hesitantly interested in that." Hesitant? Someone learned a new vocabulary word. Does it really mean what he thinks it means though? Lulu smiles airily between Lucky and Sid and tilts her head. Carrying the conversation on between both of them and she sways a little for a moment sending her fluffy moth-patterend hair to swaying on the breeze of her mantle. "Wonderful." She says to Lucky's agreement. "We shall see how brghtly we burn, hmm?" She relaxes and an oddly content expression rests on her fae features. "Hesitant about what? You needn't worry most times I only know the things I know for moments. Sometimes I speak of it to those close enough to hear." The little Autumn ensures her silence about the things she sees. "I cannot say i can ease your worry but if you ask me a question I will answer as honestly as I can possibly remember to." Iut seems Lulu is quite intrested in getting her dreams back. Lucky's quite content to let Sid smug at him. Sid knows him well enough to know what he needs, and when things are -actually- important, after all. When Lulu goes on, though, he asks, "So what sort of dreams and memories were you looking to make?" Because type and quality vary, naturally, and having a plan ahead of time is probably important in -this- case. And then, over to Sid, he asks, "Since when have you been hesitatnt to do ... anything?" With the added bonus of, "I don't think that word means what you think it means." Because -someone- had to say it out loud. There's the sound of someone singing something, a little off-key, in possibly Spanish? And then Gisa's voice, raised just a little with what might be wry amusement: "Fine, FINE. You can check the wine price, so peasants can afford it." The song trails off into a snicker. Gisa comes trundling into the back, and the door to the shop swings closed behind her with a muted thud. She pulls up short, then, but her eyeflames flicker brightly, briefly. "Moth-friend. Lucky of Dawn. Shalom to you both." Sid said drily to Lulu, "Well given how much alcohol is usually in my blood stream I'd say fairly bright and for about a half an hour." He tilted his head upward in between nibbles of food. "More like Lucky to be Upright." He shrugged at the question to him and played it causal cause that's how he do. He was casual as a polarbear chilling on a coffeetable: casual but obvious. "Look i'm just saying there's things I'd like to rememebr and things... well that I wouldn't" Really. really. really wouldn't. He cut away from that conversation to ask Lulu curiously, "How's it work?" Gisa on the other hand had her glass refilled while she was gone. Lulu shakes her head, "Work?" She blinks, "I don't know it just does. But it would stand to reason you give what you get, you take what you give. So, I would say that is how it works. Probably. But it wouldn't be you remembering it would be me. Well, for a little while anyway." Because Lulu is the Mistress of Vague or she really honestly has put no effort into figuring out how the moon puts these thoughts in her head. Or if it is, indeed, the moon. "Or we might have to sacrifice something. You never know. She's so incredibly fickle." The fluffy headed moth's impetuous expression turns to a smile she perks towards the familiar voice. "Gisa!" She greets wth a sudden liberal dusting onto her chair and the table next to her. "Good afternoon. I am glad to see you. I've got backstage access for us to see Phish!" Lucky eyes whatever it is that Sid's eating, snatching something off of his plate when he turns his attention to Gisa. Because the man is owed Thai. This is just interest accrued. Gisa gets a smile and a wave as she pushes through the doors, the elven man offering her a nod of greeting. "Hola." It might not mean quite the same thing as Shalom, but hey, it's a greeting, right? When Sid makes mention of things he'd rather not remember, Lucky's smile fades a bit, into something more sympathetic. They all know how those particular memories run. And they each find the balance of them in their own way. Followed by a shrug to Lulu. "Don't look at me," he tells her. "Not my forte. Generally leave the dreamstuff to other folks. The ones who know what they're doing." "Why are we burning?" Gisa asks, crossing to briefly touch Sid's shoulder in re-greeting, and ghosting her hand past Lulu's shoulder so as not to de-dust her any further. Lucky gets an upward tilt of her chin in greeting before she settles into her favorite chair and picks her glass back up again. Sid's bit about drinking all the time makes her squint slightly, her eyepits narrowing a little bit, and she rumbles in her throat, like pebbles rolling down a metal sheet. "Oh, lovely, Lulu. If you intend that statement as an invitation, I look forward very much to going with you." An Elemental is often not sure, after all. Sid stopped fretting the minutiae of Lulu's gifts and squint to Lucky with one eyebrow arched, "You're eating off my plate now? That where we're at?" He wasn't at all objecting, if anything he appreciated small distractions from anything too weighty and too important. "Well we'll see how ti goes in any case. Lucky's right. I've got to be using words that don't attain to me." Yeah he was now deliberatly grabbing the words incorrectly as if to emphasize that point. He looked to Gisa and admitted at least ruefully, "Look I'm honest about my faults." Really though if there wasn't some ounce of grandmotherly guilting buried in there he'd think he'd fallen into a state of being shunned, unloved, and worst, a disappointment to her. Lulu says, “It is! And Sid is coming to, and hopefully Lucky. usually, Phish sticks to playing more traditional music for their New York performances but Ramrod assured me he could convince the guys to do a song or two when we go!" She explains without clarifying anything at all. "Next month and I'll be happy to see Chicago again for a little bit. We just have to find a way up there. I can probably see if any of the old Associates can pick us up and take us. Have any of you ever ridden with Biker gang?" Lulu's stream of thought continues breezily as she considers Lucky nd Sid, "Explaining it is never going to work right. But, I promise, I won't tell you anything unless you ask me. Even if the dreams are about you." Then she looks up towards Gisa, "I think maybe the reason my dreams have not been coming is I've no memories to exchange. The tank is empty." She raspberries as if to imply emptiness somehow. Then continues on in her airy trippy-hippy voice. "But if I make better memories I can dream more. As I was telling Lucky and Sid the more vibrant, the more powerful, I think the more potent the connection to the Moon.” "Yeah," Lucky tells Sid in return, giving him a challenging smile. "Where else would we be?" He pops the other half of whatever it is he stole into his mouth, almost chewing -at- the Satyr. Because why not? That's sort of how they roll, always pushing one another in little ways. Though at Gisa's question about burning, he replies, "Apparently that's the in-thing with the teens now. Damn whippersnappers." Okay, so the joke might be lost on the Elemental, but it's Lucky. Something would be very wrong if he didn't try. Still, he nods to Lulu's explanation, as if giving deference to the moth-woman's version. "Or that." Though when Lulu starts talking about taking them all to a Phish concert, he asks, "Wait, are we going to New York or Chicago? I'm confused now." "As long as he leaves you enough to actually eat." Gisa raises her glass for a small, leisurely sip, tucks one of her bare feet up underneath herself. "I know, Sidney. All I ask is that you are honest with me about where you struggle." She falls into silence, listening to Lulu talk, and her eyeflames flicker brightly, her shin glowing brighter for a moment. "That makes a great deal of sense, Lulu, and I would be glad to go with you. Someone has to make certain you lot all come home. And be ready with bail money as necessary." Her eyeflames slip then toward Sid one more time. A-hem. And then she tunes into what Lucky's saying, and her forehead wrinkles up. "Well, burning is fun." Oh, yeah. The Elemental didn't really get that one. Sid arched that eyebrow higher and admitted tentively, "I used... to...have a bike." His brow creased thoughtfully at this and fianlyl he said "I can ride anything and with anyone. I'll do it." He sighed and just held out the plate for Lucky so he didn't have to reach for it and gave him an accusitory squint so Lucky could have the satisfaction of feeling like he won something. Foods tasted better when they were victory flavoured. Really though given any lack of any actual outrage he seemed not to mind at all. At the restrictions Gisa put down however he laughed witha wry grin, "Bubbe, I would hate to see the day anyone was ever able to starve in your presence." Hey, he appreciated her care, it was not a bad quality to have here. At the jibe though he looked to Lucky, "Lulu might take us through one to get to the other and why IS IT....that when the topic of fun and bail money come up everyone looks at me and not you?" He boggled back to Lulu and GIsa. Lulu lifts a shoulder. "Whichever way the wind blows. But we're going backstage in Chicago. But a dy trip sounds amazing doesn't it? That was the direction I was headed when this palce collected me. But if you're all thre I'll remember to come bck." She says this more to herself than to others. "Bail? Oh, well, no no bail. They can't put you in cage ifyou don't get caught." This is clearly the secret to survival. She looks to Sid, "You must get Caught A Lot." "Because you're the one more likely to ... what she said," Lucky answers, nodding to Lulu's statement about getting caught. "You tend to be a fair deal more visible." The irony of that statement, coming from one of the Fairest, is probably lost on no one. Though to reassure Gisa, he says, "Don't worry. We eat plenty. And get a lot of exercise. And stay properly hydrated. He's in good hands." Which, again, is probably not entirely true, given how the two of them tend to work together. Though back to Sid, he says, "Speaking of which -- and just hear me out -- /instead/ of riding with the biker gang across half the country in a painfully obvious way, we could, I dunno... take a car? I know a guy that knows a guy that has an RV that might be available. Be a little bit less... conspicuous." Is Lucky actually advocating caution? Perhaps the man -is- sick. Sid said drily "Yes but they never know who the hell I framing well am either. Yous make it sounds like I have a wandering criminal record or something" He couldn't help but laugh at teh asmusement of that. "You afraid to ride, Lucky that it?" Wrong time to challenge him, Sidney. Abort! Abort! He watched Lucky and tried to figure out the angle on that one. FInally to Gisa and Lulu he relented, "I'm game to whatever we wanna do." Lulu shrugs, "Whatever you want to do. The guys are really great. All you gotta do is hold on tight and maybe wear a lot of padding if you've got a flimsy behind." She hmms and then beams again, "But yeah to be honest with you an RV and a road trip sounds amazing. Probably easier to keep an eye on echother that way too. Well, at least during the day anyway. I make no promises when we're camping." Ever get the feeling you might be the one grown-up in a room of people who -- for one reason or another -- are not? Gisa gets that feeling often. When you're literally the rock in the middle of the River of Bad Ideas (tm), it can be difficult to sort out exactly which direction all of the crazy is flowing at the moment. Gisa's eyeflames dim a little, then brighten to their normal light, and she leans on one elbow, taking small sips from her glass: her ceramic lips tink against the glass's rim. "I can rent an RV. I have credit cards." Her gaze flickers to Sidney, then, and to Lucky, to Lulu. Yep. Rock in the middle of the Bad Ideas River. "I think that's consensus then," lucky says. "An RV it is." Though he does look to Gisa, shaking his head. "Pretty sure that you're the one being treated to the concert. I'd be poor form to let you pay for an RV, which is probably the most expensive part. We got this." He flashes the golem a wink and a toothy smile. "You just sit back and enjoy the ride. We can chat about the importance of rules, and how they're interpreted, on the way there." Ok, so. Maybe only Gisa and Lucky would enjoy that part. To Lulu, he says, "As much fun as riding bitch with the guys sound, I'm a sensitive creature, and I don't think my bottom would last all the way to Chicago." Sid rubbed his face with his hands. There was a pause and the easy going satyr lookd back to his partner in crime and said "DOne. I'll drive. We should wear yellow jumpsuits and rebreathers for the trip if we're gonna rent an RV. Have a dress shirt hanging off the side mirror." Sometimes his pop culture references needed fine turning. He chuckled and finished eating his portion of the plate and handed the rest to Lucky. "Lulu, he's right. Yous both did aenough, we got this." Lulu tilts her hed and then lifts her shoulders. The fluffy headed Autumn has no interest in looking any horsesin the mouth, let alone gift ones. "All right. I suppose this means I should tell you where to find me if you need to find me. I stay in several places, depending on how heavy traffic is around them." She flips through her phone nd comes up with a little google mps thing with severl red spots that are marked with Wingding symbols. "Oh? Wait why? Are there going to be zombies?" Lulu doesn't watch a whole lot of TV, lazy as she is. "Will you bring some soup, Gisa?" "I am?" Gisa responds to Lucky's assertion with a puzzled expression, and she raises a hand to rub it across her forehead. It makes a little 'squeak squeak' of ceramic on ceramic when she does that. "Well, that sounds like an actual lot of fun," she perks up a little bit, when Lucky kinda changes the subject to talk about Rules Comma And The Importance Thereof. A Pledgemaster and Talmudic scholar? Heck yeah let's talk about the rules. "I will bring you more soup, Lulu. And yes, it is good to know where to find you, so I can bring you soup. And so on." Her lips press together for a moment thoughtfully, as if she might bring up something else, but doesn't. And she doesn't even comment on Sid's reference, because she probably doesn't get it. | |
