[Yep, there it is. The outrage that he knows very, very well about the fact that while the fake funeral for the fake body really should have been compensated, especially when they were trying to keep everything hushed up, had been paid for out of pocket by his mother because the funeral director had done what most corporate directors do and gouge as much as possible out of families as possible with unnecessary bullshit. It's all very par for the course, and learning about that after he'd found the invoice had made him furious enough to march into the place himself and demand to be seen.]
Exactly. When I learned that Palmer was still trying to bill my mom before the new owner took over, I lost it, man. Apparently the guy took advantage of Jonathan to sell him the kind of casket that you put people in to make sure they never ever go bad but the problem is, bacteria exist so it doesn't fucking matter even when you've done a full embalming, and silk and pillows don't mean anything to a corpse anyway, and since it was Jonathan that organized it because mom was trying really hard to find me the legal channels just weren't in place for it to be comped. It was fucking garbage. [Whoops, he might actually still be really mad about it all...
He cools down before he can go off on the same tangents that he'd nearly yelled at his boss about to begin with, gripping his hands tight and taking a breath then relaxing the way Owens had showed him for leeching the tension out of your body. It doesn't help much.]
Like I said man, it's actually decent money, and it's a service everyone needs, so...yeah. After my boss made sure to pay back everything that Palmer took from Jonathan and mom, I got the job there. They made me get a suit and everything. I mean, it's a small price to pay for actually making enough to put toward other stuff, and I know a lot more about death care law now. I can make sure nobody else ends up like we did.
[He starts to trail off, knowing that it's all very specific to him and his situation. As close of friends as they all are, they unfortunately can't really step into his shoes for this. At least they're supportive, even if they don't get it.]
I'm saving as much as I can to go to Valparaiso. I was looking at their arts and graphic design programs so I can do comics. I think it'd be really cool to try and put down one of my old campaign ideas as a graphic novel instead since we're all doing our own stuff now, you know? [Just, skirting around that he has a really hard time trying to be part of Hellfire, even though he has Dustin there as a touchstone.
He cracks a smile at the idea that even by their powers combined they may never beat Max. Which, yeah, he would definitely concede that. But they could try! And she'd get a kick out of seeing their attempts below hers as always. It fades as he considers his brother's slow spiral though.]
Jonathan's...I don't know. I don't think he's really been okay since his friend went home and he and Nancy finally broke up. He's been mostly doing a bunch of volunteer stuff around the hospital to keep busy. What about Erica? I know she's really into gaming with the other guys now.
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Date: 2023-01-15 09:52 pm (UTC)Exactly. When I learned that Palmer was still trying to bill my mom before the new owner took over, I lost it, man. Apparently the guy took advantage of Jonathan to sell him the kind of casket that you put people in to make sure they never ever go bad but the problem is, bacteria exist so it doesn't fucking matter even when you've done a full embalming, and silk and pillows don't mean anything to a corpse anyway, and since it was Jonathan that organized it because mom was trying really hard to find me the legal channels just weren't in place for it to be comped. It was fucking garbage. [Whoops, he might actually still be really mad about it all...
He cools down before he can go off on the same tangents that he'd nearly yelled at his boss about to begin with, gripping his hands tight and taking a breath then relaxing the way Owens had showed him for leeching the tension out of your body. It doesn't help much.]
Like I said man, it's actually decent money, and it's a service everyone needs, so...yeah. After my boss made sure to pay back everything that Palmer took from Jonathan and mom, I got the job there. They made me get a suit and everything. I mean, it's a small price to pay for actually making enough to put toward other stuff, and I know a lot more about death care law now. I can make sure nobody else ends up like we did.
[He starts to trail off, knowing that it's all very specific to him and his situation. As close of friends as they all are, they unfortunately can't really step into his shoes for this. At least they're supportive, even if they don't get it.]
I'm saving as much as I can to go to Valparaiso. I was looking at their arts and graphic design programs so I can do comics. I think it'd be really cool to try and put down one of my old campaign ideas as a graphic novel instead since we're all doing our own stuff now, you know? [Just, skirting around that he has a really hard time trying to be part of Hellfire, even though he has Dustin there as a touchstone.
He cracks a smile at the idea that even by their powers combined they may never beat Max. Which, yeah, he would definitely concede that. But they could try! And she'd get a kick out of seeing their attempts below hers as always. It fades as he considers his brother's slow spiral though.]
Jonathan's...I don't know. I don't think he's really been okay since his friend went home and he and Nancy finally broke up. He's been mostly doing a bunch of volunteer stuff around the hospital to keep busy. What about Erica? I know she's really into gaming with the other guys now.