Voice/Action for Tannusen

[feckinboomstick]

Shops closed.

[Well. Yes, Cassian. No one can get there. Oddly enough, this is not a video post, though, judging by the harsh rasp of his voice and the vague breathlessness behind it, chances are pretty high that he's gotten sick.

Tis the season]

Won't be open again what till this blasted storm blows over. Dorian, Belle, I better not catch sight of either of ye until the roads are clear.

... And aye, yes we'll be havin' the tits up special at the shop again, cos everythin' has, predictably, gone tits up again.

And it'll be half price on fire startin' spells until the end of winter.

[And with THAT, the feed ends.

As for Cassian, he's more or less a shapeless lump of blankets in bed, wheezing, coughing... and yet still better than he was last year at this time.

Sure he wants to go downstairs for tea and soup. But it's cold out there and he doesn't hate himself that much.

So Tannusen will instead get to hear the dulcet sounds of his fiance's rasping, reedy voice from upstairs-]

TANNUSEN. Get the kettle on and then fill it full of scotch, luv.

Comments

[notquitedracula]

If you're sure, boss. I do need to do one last round on those heatguard brews, and then I'll bundle up good and proper. They have to be quickened in the heart of the storm or the enchantment won't take. I've got defenses against the cold that should see me safely through.

[feckinboomstick]

I don't wanna be hearin' that ye stumbled out of the hospital a few days from now cos ye froze to death out there.

Tell me what to do with the brews in me shop and stay inside.

[notquitedracula]

They require my blood, boss. Has to be mine - you know how the metaphysics on stuff like this can go weird if you mix up blood. Don't worry. I can use Buer to make myself a carry-along campfire. I'll be fine, promise.

((OOC note: I've already got Soma having gone out to do this in a later-set thread, so Cassian's not going to be able to talk him down.))

[feckinboomstick]

Then stay in the shop when ye get here till it blows over, the less travel the better, d'ye hear me?

((ooc: oki doki!))

[notquitedracula]

I'll try, boss. I can't guarantee it, but if it's feasible I'll try.

[Translation: He'll end up having to go out and help a baby vampire get back home.]