Email to Adrienne

[xp_daytripper]

To: [seriously?]
From: [worried]

Subject: You did what?

So, I'm a bit late with the news as usual, but I just heard on the grapevine that you broke your leg. Racing a motorbike. With a precog.

Seriously?

I swear, I'm going to dig out all the old "plastic bubble" jokes we used for Nate if you keep this up.

A.

PS: You scared me there, mate. Let me know what you want brought to your sick bed and its yours.

Comments

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

To: [You still have more injuries than me on your ledger]
From: [At least no one shot at me this time?]

Subject: re:You did what?

Yeah, apparently precog powers don't work for you if you're just *with* them and not, y'know, a precog. And don't say what you're about to say, because I *know* I'm sometimes a precog. No one saw this coming.

Hey! This is my first injury in AGES! And this was doing something normal. I'm not into the crazy shit Dayspring used to be into. I wiped out trying to make a turn on glass I didn't see.

You don't have a witchy spell to improve someone's eyesight, do you?

A.

PS. Sorry. It really wasn't a big scary thing, though. I've had the importance of protective gear instilled into me, which meant the only damage was from the weight of the bike on the only part of me that didn't have a ton of kevlar. I'm not even taking painkillers. But I am bored as fuck since going anywhere means crutching around and those things are torture devices on the armpits.

[xp_daytripper]

To: [not invulnerable]
From: [it's part of my job]

Subject: re: re:You did what?

Well, I was thinking more that racing a precog wasn't exactly clever. Since North can 'see' last minute disasters and avoid them, but you can't. But you're as mad as a box full of badgers any way, so I s'pose you'll do what you do.

And yes, there is magic for eyesight. It's called "getting your eyes tested for glasses". ;) And I'd work on the leg for you, only I'd need energy donors for that and that's for you to sort out. So, if you find the people willing to let me siphon off some of their life force, let me know and I'll do the healing thing. ;P

In the meantime, I can provide gifts. Tea, proper English chocolate that actually tastes like chocolate and not brown wax, and the latest European fashion mags*. That sound good?

(*Angie gave me a list of what to look for when I 'ported into Paris for you.)

A.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

To: [You could become a florist instead?]
From: [I was before I moved here]

Subject: re: re:You did what?

I thought I was mad as a box of weasels? Or spanners? When did badgers become a thing I was mad as?

I DON'T NEED GLASSES! And thanks for the offer, but I'll pass. Knowing me I'd probably get addicted. And since I yelled at Tandy for pretty much the exact opposite thing once, I don't want the accusations of hypocrisy from her.

Ooo that all sounds amazing! I love that I keep getting presents! It's almost enough to make me want to get injured all the time!