IC Inbox - sol_raveh

[ishotyouuu]

Hey, how's it goin'? If you're listening to this, I'm either in the kitchen stuffing my face or off doing something awesome. And by "awesome" I mean "stupid and dangerous". But it's still awesome. Anyway, you should know how this works. Drop me a line and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm done. 

Oh and uh... if the name "Haven" means anything to any of you guys, let me know in the message, okay? Please. [BEEP]

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text; (a few days after the announcement about poisonous flowers)

[justribbing]

* heya, it's me.
* so, say a certain horned benefactor owes you a favor.
* and maybe you can call that in and get something in return.
* y'know, like how we get food in the pantry.
* hypothetically speaking, what would you burn it on?

[ishotyouuu]

i had a year's supply worth of wine back where i lived before

i'd probably spend it on that

promised a friend of mine i'd never touch the stuff again

but he's dead so who the fuck cares

[justribbing]

[ The responsible, sensible thing would be to advise him to keep the memory of who he's lost alive by keeping his word. But, uh, Sans isn't what anyone could really accuse of being responsible, and playing keep-away with one's problems is a thing he can really get behind. ]

if you ask me, that sounds like every excuse to touch the stuff.
think you can describe it to our pal ozzie? he owes me a solid.
and, uh, seems like everybody could use something to lift their spirits.

[ishotyouuu]

[The first mistake would be assuming that Wade had a responsible or sensible bone in his body. He'd made the promise to Abel (and later, to Jesse) that he'd never touch the stuff again; would never allow himself to go so low as to resort to substances to dull his senses. But there had been an unspoken promise from them as well, hadn't there? That they'd always be around to ensure that Wade never got that low in the first place.

And, well-- they'd lied, hadn't they? And if Wade really had been transported to a new world like he'd been told several times, it stood to reason that the conditions he'd put upon himself to obey would be reset, wouldn't they?

At least, that's what he'll tell himself later after drinking himself into a coma to get over the guilt of drinking himself into a coma.]

i can definitely describe it in vivid detail, no doubt about that

that happy juice carried me through some particularly bad spots

i'll give you a tip-- drink until nothing hurts anymore

then keep on drinking :)