Blenner's Apartment, Thursday Night [5/24]
"How was this allowed to happen?"
Vlad was incensed, and for once, his personal life wasn't the cause.
Lucy looked up from the letter and shrugged.
"When your change of address includes switching realities, I suppose it's rather a given that your mail will take some time to catch up with you..."
"But, it's Saturday. This Saturday."
"You can be there by this Saturday."
"It says RSVP..."
Vlad? Looking for excuses not to go? Surely not.
"You have RSVPed. Email is a lovely, lovely invention."
"... Email?"
"Yes. They have email. And wireless and laptops."
"Yes, yes. I know. I just..."
Haven't been yourself, lately. I know.
Frankly, Lucy welcomed this little surprise if it meant that Vlad quit going through his day to day movements in stoney silence with intermittent handwavey trips to the SERF facility to slaughter more holographs.
Vlad frowned and drummed his fingers. As utterly miserable as he'd been here, he really did not want to leave Walter.
"I assume you booked the flight directly after you RSVPed."
Lucy nodded.
"The printed out itinerary's under your elbow, if you'd look..."
Lucy? Following the schedules for flights back to Romania very, very closely? Surely not.
"Very well. I'll deal with the rest of the details myself."
Vlad was still in the mood to sublimate.
Still... God damned nobless obfuckinglige.
[OOC: Of an entirely establishy nature]
Vlad was incensed, and for once, his personal life wasn't the cause.
Lucy looked up from the letter and shrugged.
"When your change of address includes switching realities, I suppose it's rather a given that your mail will take some time to catch up with you..."
"But, it's Saturday. This Saturday."
"You can be there by this Saturday."
"It says RSVP..."
Vlad? Looking for excuses not to go? Surely not.
"You have RSVPed. Email is a lovely, lovely invention."
"... Email?"
"Yes. They have email. And wireless and laptops."
"Yes, yes. I know. I just..."
Haven't been yourself, lately. I know.
Frankly, Lucy welcomed this little surprise if it meant that Vlad quit going through his day to day movements in stoney silence with intermittent handwavey trips to the SERF facility to slaughter more holographs.
Vlad frowned and drummed his fingers. As utterly miserable as he'd been here, he really did not want to leave Walter.
"I assume you booked the flight directly after you RSVPed."
Lucy nodded.
"The printed out itinerary's under your elbow, if you'd look..."
Lucy? Following the schedules for flights back to Romania very, very closely? Surely not.
"Very well. I'll deal with the rest of the details myself."
Vlad was still in the mood to sublimate.
Still... God damned nobless obfuckinglige.
[OOC: Of an entirely establishy nature]