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[everswirlingtoilet]

You've reached the phone of Nick Sax. Congratulations--I'm sure it's the highlight of your day.

Assuming you had a point to reaching out, leave a message regarding said point. If I think it's worth my time, I'll get back to you. If not...

...beep.

Comments

text; backdated to a little closer to the end of the event

[tucky]

you and my gun get thru ok

[everswirlingtoilet]

We're both relatively unscathed.

And thanks. The gun wasn't all that helpful but it was nice to have it.

[tucky]

good im glad

you want to give it back tomorrow and have lunch in my cabin

[everswirlingtoilet]

Sure. Okay. If you want.

[tucky]

cool

im going to sleep til then see you soon

[everswirlingtoilet]

You do that.


[Nick actually does as requested, and he knocks at Tiffany's door around noon-ish the next day.]

[tucky]

[He catches her at a good time - she's just about to head out and check in on the infirmary, so she's up and dressed and looking semi-normal. She's still exhausted, though, and it's clear on her face when she opens the door. He gets a smile all the same, though.]

Hey. Thanks.

[everswirlingtoilet]

No problem.

[He pulls the gun from where it's tucked into his belt and hands it to her.]

Just FYI--it's been dipped in holy water. Shouldn't cause you any problem but if you're ever inclined to lend it to a demon, there could be some adverse effects.

[tucky]

Does holy water work on Bill?

[It's not something she would ever have thought of. He's a very nontraditional demon.]

[everswirlingtoilet]

[It's pretty obvious from his expression that he hasn't considered this either.]

Honestly? I have no idea. If I had to guess, I'd say probably not. I mean, it might only work on creatures that are part of the whole Christian history and I'm pretty sure there's nothing like Bill in the Bible.

Might be worth a try, though, next time the little shit starts trouble.

[tucky]

But if it wasn't for Bill, then why'd you dip it in holy water?

[everswirlingtoilet]

Because Bill wasn't the only threat.

Long story short--I ran into Constantine and he agreed it might help. I figured at the very least it couldn't hurt so why not.

[tucky]

[Good thinking. She looks the gun over - it seems the same.]

I hope it did.

Thanks for having our backs during all that, Nick.

[everswirlingtoilet]

Uh...honestly, I was mostly worried about my own back. It was easy enough to keep an eye on other backs at the same time.

[tucky]

You mind if I say thank you anyway?

[everswirlingtoilet]

Knock yourself out. I'll even say you're welcome.

[tucky]

Then thanks. Again.

[And she sounds completely honest and heartfelt.]

[everswirlingtoilet]

You're welcome. Again.

[He sounds...not entirely sincere. And definitely uncomfortable.]

So. What you up to aside from collecting your newly anointed gun?

[tucky]

[Insincere or not, she doesn't comment on it. She will let him take that out, though.]

Fixing up the infirmary. It got thrown around in arctic waves.

[This is the only time she'll ever be able to say something like that and have it make any amount of sense.]

And resting. Resting a lot.

[everswirlingtoilet]

Arctic waves? Where did that come from? Or I guess I should ask who did it come from? [And how insane are their lives that he doesn't question for a moment that it happened?]

Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you could use more rest.

[tucky]

Harry, but I wasn't helping much either once my imagination got started.

[She gives him a rueful half-grin.]

And you're probably right, but I got lunch for us anyway.

[Tucking the gun into her jeans pocket (the safety is on, at least), she ducks into the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder:]

You like ham sandwiches, right?

[everswirlingtoilet]

Yeah, that kind of thing is why I tried to keep moving. I thought maybe that way I wouldn't get sucked too deeply into anyone else's weirdness. [He was right, to an extent. Instead of getting too entangled in any one form of craziness, he just skipped through multiple kinds. He's not sure that was better.]

Does anyone not like ham sandwiches?

[tucky]

People who can't eat ham for religious reasons.

[She's had a Jewish inmate, as well as a couple of Jewish friends.]

What about cupcakes?

[everswirlingtoilet]

There's a difference between can't have it and don't like it, though. I had a Jewish friend in high school who loved ham. He just couldn't have it...except when he could sneak it.


What flavor? Actually, it doesn't matter. Cake of any flavor or shape or size is fine.