xp_communication | Nathan and Domino - IM log, phone messages, and phone log

GunForHire: Hey, tiger.
LadyLuck13: Nate! Mwah!
GunForHire: You're in a good mood. :)
LadyLuck13: Just got in from a job. I'm in Panama. Hundred and twenty grand in the bank for something that took me all of six hours to do. Didn't even break a sweat.
GunForHire: Those are the really nice jobs.
LadyLuck13: Yeah, tell me about it. So how're you feeling?
GunForHire: Healing up well. Been more or less mobile for the last couple of days. It's a nice change.
LadyLuck13: Faster than I thought. Amanda's healing spells must really have oomph.
GunForHire: Yeah. Too much.
LadyLuck13: ...um?
GunForHire: Had a discussion with her teacher today about that. Apparently she's verging on causing herself permanent damage with all the magic.
GunForHire: Most of which has gone to help me. So.
LadyLuck13: Fuck. Is she going to be okay?
GunForHire: I gather, if she lays off the magic for a while and lets herself recover.
LadyLuck13: Thank God.
GunForHire: Yeah.
LadyLuck13: Stubborn, stubborn little sis... I got that definite vibe from her.
LadyLuck13: At least she's got someone who'll step in and tell her when to quit. Good for this teacher of hers - that's Strange, right?
LadyLuck13: Nate?
LadyLuck13: Oh, Naaaate...
LadyLuck13: Heh. Okay, I can smell the guilt from here.
GunForHire: Oh, leave it alone.
LadyLuck13: When pigs fly. You okay?
GunForHire: Let me think about that...
GunForHire: No.
GunForHire: No, no, and no.
GunForHire: And did I mention no?
LadyLuck13:Well. That was vehement.
GunForHire: I hate my life.
LadyLuck13: Nate...
GunForHire: No, I don't.
LadyLuck13: Good.
GunForHire: I just hate my life lately.
LadyLuck13: I'm sure Moira would be delighted to hear you say that.
GunForHire: Bite me.
LadyLuck13: Only if you ask nicely.
GunForHire: I should know better than to match words with you.
GunForHire: Charles and Strange are going to set up something for her this summer, working at a local horse farm. Get her out in the fresh air, away from anything needing magic.
LadyLuck13: Sounds like a great idea.
GunForHire: Maybe she and Manuel will do some quality rolling in the hay.
LadyLuck13: Nate, that was almost funny. Still pretty bitter, but almost funny.
GunForHire: Well, I am working on that sense of humor.
LadyLuck13: So you keep saying. How's Moira?
GunForHire: Not sleeping enough. I'm fixing that.
LadyLuck13: How are you sleeping?
GunForHire: Why?
LadyLuck13: Because I want to know. You're sounding a bit manic, and you only sound like that when you haven't been sleeping enough.
GunForHire: That's not true. I sound manic on a regular basis.
LadyLuck13: Don't avoid the question, dipshit.
GunForHire: Fine. I am sleeping not-well.
LadyLuck13: Yeah, I figured... still in pain?
GunForHire: Yep. That's what happens when you get shot.
LadyLuck13: Are you trying to be artifically cheery, or patronizing?
GunForHire: Pick one.
LadyLuck13: Neither. You're angry, aren't you?
LadyLuck13: You are angry.
LadyLuck13: Pissed as hell... at yourself, I'm guessing.
LadyLuck13: What was that you were saying the other week about me not being able to read your mind over the computer, hmm?
LadyLuck13: Is this a pride thing? Or just guilt about Amanda?
LadyLuck13: Or both?
LadyLuck13: Come on, Nate. I still see your little icon on my list.
LadyLuck13: What are you doing, staring at the screen?
GunForHire: I'm still here, Dom.
LadyLuck13: Doing what?
GunForHire: Being angry. Feeling sorry for myself.
LadyLuck13: And being angry at feeling sorry for yourself.
GunForHire: You know me too well.
LadyLuck13: Yeah, well, your quirks are endearing.
GunForHire: No, they're not.
GunForHire: They're really not.
GunForHire: They're stupid and damaging and I have no business being around anyone of an impressionable age.
LadyLuck13: Nate... geez. Are you really that much of a mess at the moment, or are you just venting?
GunForHire: Maybe I'm just getting cold feet.
LadyLuck13: About what? The teaching?
GunForHire: All of it.
LadyLuck13: Okay. That include the Askani?
GunForHire: Yes, definitely having second thoughts on that score. And they're watching me type this. I hate having no fucking privacy.
LadyLuck13: Should've thought of that before you invited the two million people into your head, shouldn't you?
GunForHire signed off at Thu May 27 22:03:21 2004.
LadyLuck13: Well, fuck.
LadyLuck13 signed off at Thu May 27 22:04:19 2004.

BEEP!

"Okay, jackass. Pick up the phone. Storming out on a conversation is not acceptable. Come on, Nate, you know damned well I wasn't trying to piss you off or anything. You obviously need to talk. Pick up already. Fuck, you annoy me sometimes."

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BEEP!

"Pick up the phone, Nathan. I know that pouting is your second favorite pastime, but this is me, remember? Whatever's bugging you, I'll hear you out. Without making fun of you. Or at least not too much. Come on... pick up?"

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BEEP!

"Pick. Up. The. Phone."

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BEEP!

"I can do this all night, Nate."

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BEEP!

"I'm going to call and make flight reservations if you don't pick up the phone. Not kidding."

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"You've probably turned the damned thing off or something. Ah, well. I'll just make sure you have overflowing voice mail in the morning. By the time you're all finished cleaning it out, I should be there."

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"Dom, has anyone ever told you that you're unhealthily persistent?"

"You could have turned the phone off, buster. The fact that you didn't makes me think you want to talk."

"Maybe I do."

"Where are you?"

"At the mansion."

"I mean, where specifically?"

"In one of the lounges. Moira was asleep, so..."

"You sound moderately unhappy, babe. If you don't mind me saying so."

"Yeah, well. Not been a very good few days."

"The stuff with Amanda?"

"...well, that's a big part of it."

"What. Happened."

"You met Jamie, right?"

"The nice kid that made Theo and I breakfast? The one with the evil twin.... oh, crap."

"Yeah."

"Is he okay?"

"Well, he's alive. Wouldn't call him precisely okay. His evil twin decided to invade the mansion. Things got pretty rough."

"Fuck, Nate. I'm having one of those 'this is too surreal for words' moments. Any of the other kids hurt?"

"Nothing serious."

"Moira okay?"

"Moira had to kill one of Jamie's twins... she took it pretty hard."

"Oh, fuck. She is not having a good month when it comes to avoiding life and death situations, is she?"

"Uh-huh."

"...are you all right? What were you doing during all of this?"

"Oh, I'm fine. And well, I managed to totally trash Moira's living room and get myself poisoned. I was very productive."

"...I'm getting off and calling the airport."

"Dom--"

"No! For God's sake, Nathan! Poisoned? What the fuck is the matter with you? Where is your head these days?"

"Funny. I keep asking myself that."

"Shit! Okay, so I'm gathering this wasn't anything really fucking awful, or you wouldn't be talking to me, let alone bantering with me."

"Just a curare derivative. Knocked me out. I was pretty out of it already at the time. Didn't put up much of a fight."

"Nate... you're beginning to worry me."

"Only beginning?"

"Someone needs to lock you in a closet until June. May is clearly not agreeing with you."

"I said that, but no one seemed to take me seriously."

"Fuck."

"Listen, Dom, if you're just going to swear at me, I should probably go pretend to sleep."

"Have any other bad news you need to deliver while I'm still on the line? Because I'd really like to get these things over with all at once."

"Isn't that enough?"

"Nate... are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Look, Dom, I really ought to go. It's getting late, and I don't want Moira to wake up and find me not there."

"All right. But call me tomorrow, all right? I'm at Sebastian's for the next couple of days."

"I will. Good night, Dom."

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