xp_logs | IM log: Domino and Angelo

He catches Dom online and gets a listening ear and some good advice.

AESkin:...Dom? You there?

LadyLuck13: Angelo? Hey, kiddo.

AESkin:Hey.

LadyLuck13: Oh boy. Let me guess: not the best weekend you've ever had.

AESkin:*laughs* Really, really not.

LadyLuck13: Yeah. Color me completely unsurprised. You going to be okay?

AESkin:Ehh, probably. Got in another fight with Illyana earlier, *again*. Really have to stop doing that.

LadyLuck13: ... uh, I'd say you probably have enough on your mind without picking fights with one of the resident troublemakers. Yeah.

AESkin:*shrug* She knows how to get me. And I've... not been sleeping well, this last couple of days.

LadyLuck13: Yeah, well, don't use up all your energy on things like that, okay?

AESkin:Trying not to. Heh. It does keep me occupied, though.

LadyLuck13: Idiot. Not you, Doug.

AESkin:Tell me about it. I haven't seen him yet.

LadyLuck13: I talked to him on here. I guess they've allowed him his laptop. Grr. Ought to lock him up somewhere until he grows a brain.

AESkin:Don't know about locking him up, but by the time the staff - and Angie - are through with him, he'll never even think about doing anything like this again.

LadyLuck13: Nate was livid. And not particularly coherent. Although that might have been the flu.

AESkin:Not surprised. I know I wasn't.

LadyLuck13: Gah. This whole stupid situation... it would have killed Angie.

AESkin:*nods* They had to sedate her, did you hear? Moira's got the bruises to show for it.

LadyLuck13: Nate gave me the details, yeah. Well, I think he did. As I said, he wasn't particularly coherent.

AESkin:Right. when was this, by the way?

LadyLuck13: Saturday night. The middle of Saturday night. Moira took the laptop away from him, apologized, and told me she was putting him to bed.

AESkin:I heard something about him falling in the lake with Haroun. Or something. which is why he's sick.

LadyLuck13: Idiot. Him, not you.
LadyLuck13: Look, Angelo... I don't know what to tell you. This is not the sort of situation I have any experience in whatsoever, and I'm still kind of seething over here myself. I got one of those damned suicide-note emails from him.

AESkin:...you too, huh.
AESkin:no, I didn't.
AESkin:but Amanda did.

LadyLuck13: Pardon me for a moment.
LadyLuck13: There. Shouted very bad words out the window of my hotel room.
LadyLuck13: Except, crap. I think one of the men walking by took it as a proposition.

AESkin:*nods* little idiot asked her to look after Angie for him, with them being room-mates and all.

LadyLuck13: You're getting me all riled up again, Angelo. And here I had just started to calm down.

AESkin:sorry...

LadyLuck13: Not your fault. But the more I hear, the less I like.

AESkin:Don't know who else he mailed. don't want to know. I might have to kill him if I knew.

LadyLuck13: No killing. Beating, if you like, but no killing.

AESkin: Beating works. But I think other people might do that for me.

LadyLuck13: Let efficiency be your watchword, then.

AESkin: Heh.

LadyLuck13: You ought to try and get some sleep, from the sounds of it.

AESkin: Amanda's given me one of her potions. It's the dreams that get me...

LadyLuck13: No way around those, I'm afraid. They'll fade, I'd think. Given a couple more nights...

AESkin: *nods* they always do. Amanda says the potion'll help.

LadyLuck13: Then go take them and go to bed. Best thing to do right now.

AESkin: ...right now? okay...

LadyLuck13: What, you'd prefer to sit around stewing for however many more hours until you decide to try and give yourself a break?

AESkin: ...good point.

LadyLuck13: You try and take it easy, Angelo. You've got my email if you want it.

AESkin: *nods* I'll get in touch soon. thanks.