08-14-2013, 07:15 PM
It is quiet at the farm house. The sort of still, hot summer quiet that hangs heavily over everything. Suffocating. Katiana needs a house pet to break up the stillness, or a wind chime, or some other purposeful agent of benign chaos. Something to offset the insistence of the (let's call it mid-century modern [antique]) heavy touch tone phone on her kitchen counter. To make it seem less plaintive, less singularly disruptive. For the uninitiated or painfully young, this is sort of apparatus which requires a thin line connecting its base and the wall, and a fixed-curl coil connecting its base and its handset: a thing that leaves no mystery in its allusion to functional interconnectedness.
Unbeknownst to the Verbena, that phone has been ringing intermittently for hours, sounding out whenever Justin had both pause and presence of mind to call her. When he finally reaches her, it must seem like quite the surprise.
"Hello." No sense of urgency. No recognition -- far be it for Katiana to have invested in technology new enough to display caller ID. Even call waiting was rather unnecessary in her unplugged lifestyle. Her tone does warm when she recognizes Justin's voice, then muddles with concern as he inevitably explains.
It doesn't take long before that for the climate in her kitchen to shift from oppressive stillness to purposeful action. Katiana moves decisively, gathers exactly and only the tools that she needs. Their conversation is undoubtedly short, almost perfunctory. Katiana's support is unquestioningly complete.
[Howl, I'm leaving this sort of open so you can decide to have Justin swing by Kat's or Kat meet him elsewhere. Hopefully we'll connect for a scene soon. Sorry about the late reply -- we drove down from SF yesterday and I'm still sort of (completely) exhausted.]
Unbeknownst to the Verbena, that phone has been ringing intermittently for hours, sounding out whenever Justin had both pause and presence of mind to call her. When he finally reaches her, it must seem like quite the surprise.
"Hello." No sense of urgency. No recognition -- far be it for Katiana to have invested in technology new enough to display caller ID. Even call waiting was rather unnecessary in her unplugged lifestyle. Her tone does warm when she recognizes Justin's voice, then muddles with concern as he inevitably explains.
It doesn't take long before that for the climate in her kitchen to shift from oppressive stillness to purposeful action. Katiana moves decisively, gathers exactly and only the tools that she needs. Their conversation is undoubtedly short, almost perfunctory. Katiana's support is unquestioningly complete.
[Howl, I'm leaving this sort of open so you can decide to have Justin swing by Kat's or Kat meet him elsewhere. Hopefully we'll connect for a scene soon. Sorry about the late reply -- we drove down from SF yesterday and I'm still sort of (completely) exhausted.]