Delia: Dear lord! How much stuff did Dr. Emler bring back? I'm going to be cataloging this for hours it looks like.
Vincent (to Delia): Hee. U were the 1 complaining that u didn't have enough "real" wrk 2 do. Fate has kicked u squarely in ur fine ass. ;-}
Delia (to Vincent): I wasn't complaining :P I do still contract out here at the college and the museum occasionally. Still, the professor has brought back a fuckton of odds and ends. Even for him. And apparently his students are useless. Got a call this morning… something about them not being able to tell Greek from Roman if Juno appeared in front of them...
Vincent (to Delia): Or, his students were smart enough 2 PRETEND 2 b useless so they don't have 2 bother w/ all the cataloging.
Delia (to Vincent): Man I guess. It IS a bit tedious but I enjoy it well enough. I although I suspect he might be right. The notes they left are dreadful..
Vincent (to Delia): Yikes! Well good luck, hun. Let me know if u want 2 meet 4 coffee 2 escape the tedium.
Delia (to Vincent): I certainly will. You could always come out and see me too. The store rooms got some interesting things. I think there might be a mummified cat around here somewhere... I know the lesser wife went to the museum.
Vincent (to Delia): Darling, u had me @ mummified cat.
Delia (to Vincent): ... only you could turn a 3000 yr old dead housepet sound like it was innuendo. Lol
Vincent (to Delia): Sweetie, that sounds absolutely filthy. I knew I liked u w/ good reason. See u soon. Want me 2 pick up some lunch?
Delia (to Vincent): That'd be delightful. Just try no to get too distracted by the coeds on your way down.
Vincent (to Delia): Mmmm. No promises. No promises I won't distract a few of them on my way in either.
Delia (to Vincent): As long as you don't trail them in like lost puppies looking for food. lol
Vincent (to Delia): I don't think it's food in which they'd b interested. ;-}
Delia (to Vincent): While technically true it would ruin the metaphor. Puppies don't follow people around hoping for cock, now do they?
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Poppy): How is the working world treating u, darling? I fully admit I was srry 2 see u go this AM.
Poppy (to Vincent): Me too, honey. I enjoyed our day off together.
Vincent (to Poppy): When do the slave drivers release u? Will I have time 2 see u 2nite b4 I head 4 work?
Poppy (to Vincent): I get off at 6pm, honey... but, I get done with work at 5pm. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, that's VRY good 2 know.
Poppy (to Vincent): All perv aside, I actually have a serious question for you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): What's that?
Poppy (to Vincent): Would you like a key to my apartment? I know you've mentioned wanting to use the pool & gym, and I can put you on the list.
Vincent (to Poppy): Wow. Sweetie, that wld b amazing. While my humble abode can't offer u any such amenities, wld u like a key 2 my apt as well?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, while that's sweet & all, I don't want you to feel like you have to offer up a key. I just thought that since you work nights & I'm not home during the day... I certainly wasn't expecting a key trade with my offer, honey. I don't know what to say.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, it wasn't out of any feeling of obligation, sweetie. I trust u. & it mite come in handy if I let u take me out drinking again, as I seem 2 usually need tucking in at the end of the nite. ;}
Poppy (to Vincent): Well honey, I DO like tucking you in... Then, I would be honored to have a key to your place.
Vincent (to Poppy): How abt I give u 1 2nite? Say, at 6pm?
Poppy (to Vincent): That sounds perfect, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'll see u then. I'll b sure 2 wear my bow tie again, since u seemed so fond of it yesterday. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Be still my heart.
Ripper: Just spent the last hour having lunch with the Dean of my department. God, does that man drone on, seems to act like I'm one of his students
Delia (to Ripper): There's a reason some people become professors. Mostly seems they like to hear themselves talk.
Ripper (to Delia): Well, I hope I don't resemble that remark.
Delia (to Ripper): not that I've seen. You don't seem too prone to lecturing me at least. Can't speak to anyone else.
Ripper (to Delia): I generally like to express my own thoughts on a subject & then let people come to their own conclusions.
Delia (to Ripper): Another reason to become a prof. Still, it doesn't seem you do it just to hear the sound of your voice, lovely though it is.
Mouse: I seem to have acrylic paint all over me...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh my... What did U get up 2 last nite?
Mouse (to Vincent): I just made Eep a blanket fort in his room & then I ended up in some paint... that's all.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm more interested in the HOW u ended up in paint. Or is it 2 delicate a subject 2 discuss w/ ur dear little brother?
Mouse (to Vincent): uh yeah, I don't think I'm going to tell you. I'm glad it's water soluble though.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh shit! You didn't get any on your clothes, did you?
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think so, but I apparently had some in my ear, not to mention a couple other places. I'm sorry I landed on your palette.
Eep (to Mouse): It, uh, it wasn't exactly your fault. Sorry! Don't worry about the pallet. My fault for leaving paint out.
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, I thought I had gotten it all washed off at your place, but apparently I didn't.
Eep (to Mouse): Thanks for bandaging up my finger for me. I probably would have just kept that wad of paper towels on it. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): You did the same for me, seemed only fair.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. Paint gets way more places than you would think possible. I found it on the inside of my boxers once. I don't know. And, um, thanks for last night. I... Well, um, thanks. And you say I'm better than YOU deserve. I think you got it backwards.
Mouse (to Eep): I DO say it... So, are you still hiding out in Fort Awesome or did you take it down already?
Eep (to Mouse): I haven't taken it down yet, but I finally came out of hiding a little while ago. God, I really don't know what I was thinking.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm just glad you didn't cut yourself too badly. All you had to do was ask me & I'd have told you not to read that stupid thing.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I know. Like I said, I'm an idiot.
Mouse (to Eep): So, what are your plans for the day?
Eep (to Mouse): I, uh, I was gonna run a few errands but nothing after that. How about you?
Mouse (to Eep): I was thinking of kidnapping my boyfriend & taking him somewhere... only I don't know where. Got any suggestions?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, uh... I dunno. There might be a show at the museum he'd like to see.
Mouse (to Eep): That sounds good... Do you know where I can find him right now? :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Yeaaah. I might. Right now he's waiting on the bus with a bag fulla groceries.
Mouse (to Eep): Hmmm, I guess I can wait...
Eep (to Ripper): Hey, uh, can I ask you a really odd question?
Ripper (to Eep): I don't see why not.
Eep (to Ripper): Uh... You don't happen to know how long the Piedmont keeps copies of the student model release forms on file do you?
Ripper (to Eep): From what I understand, the originals are kept for 10 years, but there are scanned copies that are kept indefinitely. The school wants to be able to cover itself if there's a legal dispute of any kind.
Eep (to Ripper): Yeah, OK. Makes sense. Thanks. Uh, do you know if can I get a copy of one I signed, or do I need to get a lawyer to request it?
Ripper (to Eep): I think you should be able to get a copy without resorting to a lawyer. Just call the administration office for the department. They can probably mail you a copy or you could just pick one up… Or if you get them to hold it & let them know, I can grab it & bring it to you tomorrow night.
Eep (to Ripper): NO! No. Uh, thanks, for the offer, but, um, no... I can pick it up. Thanks a lot for info, though.
Ripper (to Eep): Whoa, easy there, tiger! It's okay, I was just trying to help.
Eep (to Ripper): Christ. You're right. I'm sorry. It's just... Eh. It's just a thing. But I do appreciate the info.
Ripper (to Eep): No worries. If you need any help with anything, let me know.
Eep (to Ripper): Sure. Thanks.
Vincent (to Delia): I think I found the mummified cat. It smells TERRIBLE.
Delia (to Vincent): Well its 3000 yrs old! What did you expect? You get used to it, even though it smells kinda like the oldest hippie.
Vincent (to Delia): Hee hee. Well, all those BBC documentaries Mouse & I used 2 watch failed 2 mention how much mummies stink.
Delia (to Vincent): seriously lol. Its got nothing on a bog mummy. This at least is kinda like... sandalwood jerky? Its weird. Nothing compares.
Vincent (to Delia): Bog mummies? Those e Celts that got their throats slit & thrown into the swamp, rite? Good gracious. They prolly smell like Satanica at the end of 1 of her benders.
Delia (to Vincent): yeeeah... you're not far off unfortunately. .... Vincent Potter! Stop rubbing the nipple on that artemis idol! This is why we can't have nice gods...
Vincent (to Delia): Hee hee. Thought that wld get ur attn. I have 2 head out, hun. Thanks 4 letting me hang out. It was interesting 2 b sure.
Delia (to Vincent): heh. Anytime. I'll see you later, have fun w/ Poppy.
Vincent (to Delia): I hope 2. I have 2 go get a copy of my keys made 4 her. Later, tater!
Delia (to Vincent): ooooooo... fancy. Like you guys are in a serious relationship or something.
Vincent (to Delia): :-P
Two hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): So, if we wait to go to the museum tomorrow, they're beginning a month-long exhibition of one of my favorite artists...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Awesome. I can wait. Who is it?
Mouse (to Eep): You're probably going to think I'm weird.. but it's Egon Schiele.
Eep (to Mouse): Seriously?
Mouse (to Eep): I told you were going to think I'm weird... I like his figure drawings & how he can make a person look both beautiful & grotesque. I also like Klimt, Bonnard, Mucha, von Stuck, Brinkley, & Beardsley. I have a bit of a weak spot for Art Nouveau.
Eep (to Mouse): No. No. Wow. That's just... You have some pretty impressive fucking taste. Wow. That's... That's a good list.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? Most people tell me it's weird & goes on about how his work is pornographic. I like the fact that he painted common people & he didn't try to deify them.
Eep (to Mouse): Really? I mean, it's got a sexual element to it, sure, but it's not really porn. Jesus. People get uptight about weird shit. And were you really worried Schiele would be too weird for me? You wanna talk weird... I like Francis Bacon. I really like Schiele's line work. Like a lot. It's like he took what he learned from Klimt and stripped away all the prettiness and twisted it.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? That doesn't surprise me. I like one of his pieces, I think it's called 'Painting', it's got a man, meat & an umbrella. I spent a lot of time alone wandering about in museums. I'm not all that great with art criticism, but I know what I like. And, yes I was a bit worried... I don't know why.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yea I guess that's not shocking. I mean, Bacon's work scares the shit out of me. I wouldn't wanna run into him in an alley. Pffft. I'm not an art critic either. The criticism shit actually annoys the fuck out of me a lot of the time. People throw around a lot of bullshit. It's like they just wanna prove how smart and well educated they are.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, Bacon's work is nightmarish, but I can definitely appreciate it.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, we can go to the museum, and scare the piss out of each other with our weird tastes. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Sounds wonderful... the last time I went to the museum, was with Vincent to see Erté & we pretended to be French in the 1950's. We had watched a Leslie Caron movie the night before... it was actually pretty silly & fun.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I can totally imagine that. Does that mean tomorrow that we have to pretend to be Austrian. I think I have some German Expressionist films.
Mouse (to Eep): I was going to say not to worry, I wouldn't make you do anything like that... but, do you want to? It makes it so much more fun.
Eep (to Mouse): Um... Heh. Yeah, I guess so.
Mouse (to Eep): You really don't have to, I won't be offended... I can actually go to a museum as myself. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, if you wanna be Austrian all day, I won't stop you.
Mouse (to Eep): I just might...
Eep (to Mouse): And I wouldn't mind watching "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" with you. I really like that flick, actually.
Mouse (to Eep): After work tonight, do you want to watch that & the 'Man Who Laughed'? I kinda wish I had Nosferatu.
Eep (to Mouse): I have Nosferatu. It, uh, it has kinda a weird soundtrack, though.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, now I'm intrigued & we have to watch it.
Eep (to Mouse): It's, uh, it's Type O Negative.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? How did I not know they did a soundtrack for that? I actually have a secret love of them... I probably just lost cool points for saying that.
Eep (to Mouse): I own a copy of Nosferatu with a Type O. I never had cool points to begin with.
Mouse (to Eep): I find you strangely attractive right now...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, well, clearly you have a thing for socially awkward.
Mouse (to Eep): It's sooo true.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. No shit.
Mouse (to Eep): You have such a way with words, it's no wonder why I love you. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I'm a real smooth operator.
Several hours later:
Vincent (to Eep): What did u do 2 ur hand? Good gracious, man. Take it EASY. Use lube nxt time.
Eep (to Vincent): What the fuck are you talking about?
Vincent (to Eep): Do I rlly need 2 explain this 2 u, stud?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh. Oh! Oh Jesus! OK. 1: You are the worst kind of person. 2: I'm left-handed, you ass.
Vincent (to Eep): It's called "The Stranger," hun.
Eep (to Vincent): Fat Christ, Vincent! Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Vincent (to Eep): I like annoying u. Duh! Seriously. What did u do 2 ur finger?
Eep (to Vincent): God, you're fucking obnoxious! I cut it when I was trimming canvas.
Vincent (to Eep): Is that what they're calling it these days?
Eep (to Vincent): I... I don't even know what you're trying to imply.
Ripper: Wow, I just had a student pull a 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' move... I think I may need a drink.
Delia (to Ripper): well... we're open. And we have liquor. I think we have the technology to fix this problem.
Ripper (to Delia): Yes, I'm heading that way right now. I'm very happy that I don't have classes on Friday.
Delia (to Ripper): I'm sure they appreciate that too. They seemed to be getting started on the party early when I left campus.
Ripper (to Delia): Yeah, I was going to go home to change out of work clothes, but the crazed students have made me decide not to. See you soon.
Delia (to Ripper): ... because you're hot enough as is or because you need a drink that badly?
Ripper (to Delia): Well, if you think being dressed like the tenth Doctor is hot then yes, otherwise I just need a drink.
Delia (to Ripper): wow... is that seriously a question? Have you met nerdy girls?
Ripper (to Delia): Not that I know of, I've been hanging out with gay men.
Delia (to Ripper): oh dear. Yes, that is something considered hot. No wonder you had a student pull an indy on you?
Ripper (to Delia): Well, you'll have to be the judge.
Delia (to Ripper): I think I can bear that burden. For science.
Mouse (to Vincent): Are you tormenting Eep again?
Vincent (to Mouse): What makes u say that, sister dearest o' mine?
Mouse (to Vincent): Because he's making the scowly face at you.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Just a little bit. I wldn't do it if he wasn't so FUNNY.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I can't really blame you...
Vincent (to Mouse): I know, rite?
Eep (to Mouse): I don't understand half the shit that comes out of your brother's mouth.
Mouse (to Eep): It's probably pervy, so it's probably for the best.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus. I don't think there's any "probably" about it.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh look Vincent's boyfriend is here...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I kinda feel bad about teasing him about that, but...
Mouse (to Eep): Don't feel bad... If he's going to dish it out, he's gotta take it.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I'll keep that as my nuclear option.
Mouse (to Eep): Oooh, you could totally mess with him about Poppy. She accidentally told me that she loves him... & well, the whole marriage thing.
Eep (to Mouse): What? She loves him? POPPY? I'm shocked she recognizes what that emotion is. Does Vincent know she told you that?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, for a brief moment she proved she was human. I told him... He said he had to think about it.
Eep (to Mouse): I'm still not convinced she's 100% human.
Mouse (to Eep): You might be right.
Delia (to Vincent): ... are you blushing, sugar butt? That's cute!
Vincent (to Delia): Does blushing sound like something I wld do?
Delia (to Vincent): Um, yes? Have you forgotten how long I've known you?
Vincent (to Delia): No, but I wish u wld sometimes. :-P
Delia (to Vincent): Aw, you're adoreable when you're indignant. You also stop blushing, too. You're welcome.
Vincent (to Delia): Well, u can hardly blame me. That's like pure, geek boy eye candy rite there.
Delia (to Vincent): Oh I know! He apparently isn't quite aware how hot that is to nerdy folk like us...
Vincent (to Delia): Oh, I think he knows. But the fact that he's not trying 2 let it show is adorbz.
Ripper (to Mouse): Is there a reason why Vincent & Delia are tittering like schoolgirls behind the bar?
Mouse (to Ripper): Probably because they're dorks.
Ripper (to Mouse): Fair enough. (to Delia) So, what's the verdict?
Delia (to Ripper): Vincent and I have been deliberating. It has been decided. That most definately works on you.
Ripper (to Delia): Good to know.
Delia (to Ripper): Yes. Because I'm sure you had no idea before now how good you look. Not that I mind telling you, of course.
Ripper (to Delia): To be honest, I get a bit tired of people always focusing on my appearance...
Delia (to Ripper): Hm, really? I suppose it'd get old if that was the only thing anyone mentioned. And, while I'm the first to admit that you are nice to look at, I probably wouldn't flirt with you if you weren't also a quick wit and fun to talk to.
Ripper (to Delia & Vincent): Considering the reason I came to the bar tonight, kind of sick of hearing it. It's just genetics...
Vincent (to Ripper & Delia): RLLY? I never tire of ppl telling me I'm good looking. :-P
Delia (to Vincent): and you are. You're the prettiest princess at the ball, dear heart lol
Vincent (to Delia): Awww. Ur only saying that b/c it's true.
Delia (to Ripper & Vincent): fair enough. Consider the subject dropped. I'll make sure to focus on other things for future compliments.
Vincent (to Ripper & Delia): I say take the compliments while u can, hun. Time & age make monsters of us all. U have a lifetime 2 b appreciated 4 ur brain, but only a few decades 2 b young & hot.
Ripper (to Vincent): How Byronic of you!
Vincent (to Ripper): Mmm. U'll find I put the "By" in plenty of things. But, I'll have to acquiesce 2 ur greater knowledge of the Romantic poets. Never cld stand the stuff, personally. That was Robert's field of expertise, I believe.
Robert (to Mouse): Whenever and wherever you have the time. I don't have any looming deadlines, so I'm at your beck and call.
Mouse (to Robert): How about Sunday or Monday?
Robert (to Mouse): Monday would be great. Is your club busy tonight? I'd like to introduce myself to anyone I haven't met yet. And people are always more inclined to give you information if they remember you tipped them well.
Mouse (to Robert): We've got a small crowd, but you're more than welcome. Leon isn't here tonight, but Delia.
Robert (to Mouse): Ah, yes. Very good. I'll pop in, have 1 beer, leave a good tip, and be out before last call.
Mouse (to Robert): Excellent, see you in a bit!
Ripper (to Vincent): Fair enough. I think you're good at putting the 'bye' into somethings. (to Eep) So, are Vincent & Delia always such flirts?
Eep (to Ripper): YES. It's like their perviness feeds off each other. Delia tends to flirt more at the bar to get good tips. But that's pretty much how Vincent spends almost every waking moment.
Ripper (to Eep): So, is there a secret to how to deal with them? While it's flattering, it's getting a bit old.
Eep (to Ripper): Uh, I don't know about Delia. I don't think I'm really on her radar. I generally tell Vincent to fuck off and then ignore him. He's obnoxious, but generally pretty harmless. He's all talk anyway.
Ripper (to Eep): Don't I know it. As soon as I asked him out, he became taciturn & then when I cancelled he has once again turned on the perv.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Uh... I dunno. I'm kinda like the worst person to ask about, you know, dating stuff.
Ripper (to Mouse): So, call it morbid curiosity, but why are you the only woman I know that doesn't seem affected by my appearance?
Mouse (to Ripper): Well, um, I don't really feel comfortable about answering that question. No good can come from it...
Ripper (to Mouse): Oh... That's mysterious.
Mouse (to Ripper): Look, the short answer is Yes, you're attractive & I'm not interested. Happy?
Robert (to Mouse): If memory serves, I believe I conned you into promising me an interview, Miss DJ.
Mouse (to Robert): Yes, I did... When would you like to do that?
Eep (to Robert): So does this mean you're gonna start raiding my CD collection or are you just looking to score with goth guys?
Robert (to Eep): Believe it or not, I'm working. I'm just reacquainting myself with Delia. Don't worry, son. I won't cramp your style.
Eep (to Robert): Yeah. Fuck you too.
Robert (to Eep): You have the silver tongue of an angel, roommate of mine.
