A Conversation

[inthebones]

[action, locked to Slugger]
[A day after the untimely demise of her husband, Susan sits at her desk, tapping a pen, ostensibly grading papers.  The play was a no-go, of course, that was obvious.  There were more important things to worry about at this point than whatever reason she had concocted for forcing her students into that travesty of a performance (alright, there had been a good reason, but it was largely inconsequential now).

With a sudden sigh, she pushes her chair away from her desk, snaps her fingers, and appears in front of wherever her son happens to be.]

Slugger.

We should talk.

[phone]
As you all know, the revival machine is broken, and everyone is dying left and right from old injuries.  If you happen to prefer a dignified death over bleeding slowly like a stuck pig, I believe there are a few of us who can assist you in that regard.

Grandfather.  Didi.  Is it fair to say this is something we can do?

Don't call back unless you require said service.  I'm a bit busy with my own brand of bleeding like a stuck pig.

Comments

[strike_you_out]

[A single nod. He's relieved for the change of subject that follows.]

Pokey told you about him?

[inthebones]

Pokey hysterically screamed about him to everyone in town, I think.

[strike_you_out]

[A weak smile passes briefly over his face. Those were the good old days when Pokey was alive and not buried in the backyard. He prepares to say something more on the subject of Giygas and his powers but then realizes it doesn't matter -- everyone's going to be dead soon, anyway. Except him.]

Yeah...

[inthebones]

[Susan hasn't thought to look for Pokey or anyone else Slugger may be familiar with, but she understands his thoughts well enough.]

It will be fine, Slugger. It's just like a normal town... thing when they stop revivals for the week. We'll be back next Saturday, and we can all have a good laugh about it later.