Audio Diary 4: Sick to My Stomach

[raptureblues]

So how is that shed o' yours coming, Delta?

And Mister Castiel...Sorry to hear about your accident. It's...so strange here, the way people keep coming back like they'd never- Without VitaChambers, even!

Since the bathhouse has got the cleanest water, I'm gonna get a laundry tub started over there. Fair time that things are kept fresh and decent. Doin

Comments

[errant_angel]

Sorry, but.. Castiel hasn't come back.

[thinkin_man]

The shed's coming together fine. It shouldn't be much longer.

And what about Eleanor? |

[raptureblues]

Good.

I think...I think she's ill.

worried daddy is worried :v

[thinkin_man]

Ill?

What's wrong? Does she need anything? |

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[raptureblues]

I'm not sure...

Sometimes I think I hear her gaggin' late at night.

[happenagain]

Yes?

[raptureblues]

Girl, we need to talk.

[Locked]

[happenagain]

Is something, Aunt Gracie?

[Locked]

[raptureblues]

Are you pumpin' your own stomach dry of ADAM, Eleanor?

[littletasteboyo]

Somethin' wron' with Miss Eleanor?

[raptureblues]

Something I intend to sort out.

[businessfella]

Gimme a fair wave hello and I might help you out some.

Eleanor... Just tell me if things start turnin` for the worst, at least.

[raptureblues]

You, rollin' up your white collar sleeves? What a change of pace.

...Why should I tell you a damn thing?

[businessfella]

I already gotta watch over the place. Ain`t too far a walk to help wash some clothes.

Why? `Cause I know more `bout whatever problems her and Johnny might be goin` through than you probably think.

[raptureblues]

So you can make a mock-fool me? You got some gall. I can mind my own, and you can mind yours.

And how to turn it to your own advantage, no doubt.