Backposted Regain, Killdrone Time
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velesdonnersen[Tarvek is a weekend sight to see: he ambles from the house in neat chinos, with a short sleeved, blue-checked oxford style sport shirt, with a pair of docksiders on his feet. In his own opinion the only off-element would be the ugly glasses. Poor boy. Such a blow to his amour propre. ]
[He waves to neighbors, considers the state of the grass (needs mowing, must ask Perry to do that chore for fifty cents), admires his convertible, and arrives at the mailbox. Inside there is a small, slim box, longer than it is wide. He is now enough of a Mayfield resident that his heartbeat picks up. There was day when Ilsa was kill-droned... It would make sense for him to get a little "present' from Mayfield, now.]
[His hands tremble slightly, as he peels the celophane tape back with one thumbnail. Fearing to look, he slips a finger in, finding a piece of paper, first. He draws it out. On the paper is printed, carefully, what he is just spark enough to see first as an infinity symbol. Then his breath catches, and he can't bear it any more. He shakes the contents out onto his palm.]
[The pince-nez, HIS pince-nez, glitter in the bright, eternal Mayfield sunshine. To his surprise and dismay, he finds he's almost crying. More than anything so far, this gift shakes him up, forcing homesickness on him, making him aware that, for all the terrible things he doesn't miss, he does still miss HOME. And, yet, at the same time, they make him feel like himself again. With great dignity he slips his horn rims from his face, folds them, and tucks them in the breast pocket of his shirt. (He knows a wise man is never without spare glasses.) He puts on the pince-nez.... Then he races inside, and picks up the phone.]
CLOSED PHONE CALL TO ILSA
Ilsa? Ilsa, can I come over? Please? I... I want to see you.
[He waves to neighbors, considers the state of the grass (needs mowing, must ask Perry to do that chore for fifty cents), admires his convertible, and arrives at the mailbox. Inside there is a small, slim box, longer than it is wide. He is now enough of a Mayfield resident that his heartbeat picks up. There was day when Ilsa was kill-droned... It would make sense for him to get a little "present' from Mayfield, now.]
[His hands tremble slightly, as he peels the celophane tape back with one thumbnail. Fearing to look, he slips a finger in, finding a piece of paper, first. He draws it out. On the paper is printed, carefully, what he is just spark enough to see first as an infinity symbol. Then his breath catches, and he can't bear it any more. He shakes the contents out onto his palm.]
[The pince-nez, HIS pince-nez, glitter in the bright, eternal Mayfield sunshine. To his surprise and dismay, he finds he's almost crying. More than anything so far, this gift shakes him up, forcing homesickness on him, making him aware that, for all the terrible things he doesn't miss, he does still miss HOME. And, yet, at the same time, they make him feel like himself again. With great dignity he slips his horn rims from his face, folds them, and tucks them in the breast pocket of his shirt. (He knows a wise man is never without spare glasses.) He puts on the pince-nez.... Then he races inside, and picks up the phone.]
CLOSED PHONE CALL TO ILSA
Ilsa? Ilsa, can I come over? Please? I... I want to see you.
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Date: 2011-09-08 08:35 pm (UTC)Two items.
First, one serious item. I know I might be getting some not-quite-safe items back through the mail in the future.
[ Ilsa heads down the stairs, leading him into the public area of the apartment downstairs. ]
I was lucky Nall found me so quickly after I was blinded by the Sight. My last two have been sneakier. You've not had anything traumatic happen to you from the postman, that I know of, but...
[ She turns to face him, taking both hands in hers. ]
...if I agree to the same restriction, can you wait to open any new packages until you have someone with you?
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Date: 2011-09-08 10:54 pm (UTC)Yes. I think so.
And the second?
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Date: 2011-09-09 02:17 am (UTC)[ Her smile turns teasing again as she leads him into the private space. ]
... if you can retrieve them without using your hands.
[ She shuts the door behind them. ]