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justbeingbay) wrote2013-01-10 10:04 am
justbeingbay) wrote2013-01-10 10:04 am
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Room 307, Thursday Morning
Bay woke up to find a message from Angelo telling her he’d gotten his payout from the lawsuit, and that she should go to the post office, sign for an insured package, and then wait until she could find him on Skype before opening it. He sounded like he was about to burst from excitement and she didn’t have anything else to do that day anyhow, so she did what she was told.
Once she had the Skype connection up and the bulky rectangular package in front of her, she opened it and found a framed letter from Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera. She hadn’t known that was even a thing you could buy.
As soon as she was done profusely thanking her biological father, and swearing to him that her new school was fine, really, way better than Buckner (this was true, but then, Bay pretty much thought a day at the dentist was better than Buckner), she made a second Skype call to Daphne. The nice thing about being switched – other than that it apparently got her the private papers of her favorite artist ever – was that at least one person understood the weirdness of their family.
"He got me a food truck," Daphne said over the video connection, signing as she talked. "A big blue food truck. I don’t even know if I want it. And Toby got studio time with the guy who produced the Flaming Lips."
"Did he give John and Kathryn anything?"
Daphne nodded. "Cappuccino maker."
"Wow," Bay answered. "Christmas in January. It’s like he was born to be rich, you know? Like it just suits him."
"So much," Daphne said, and scrunched up her face as if she thought the question she was about to ask might be rude. "So – is he more rich than your parents now, or less rich, or is it all about the same? Are there even levels of richness?"
"There are definitely levels," Bay said and signed. "And rich people loooooove to talk about it and to compare." She could have gone off on the whole topic for a while, but she noticed Daphne was glancing away from the computer monitor to look at her phone. "... are you busy?"
"No," Daphne said. "Just a school thing."
Daphne was the worst liar ever. Bay rolled her eyes, not genuinely offended but pretty sure this was still about Jeff. "Okay, well, I will let you get back to your ‘school thing,’" she said. "I have a letter to hang anyhow."
After they said their goodbyes, Bay turned on some music and then stood on her bed, trying to decide where she should put the letter. She wanted to hang it in exactly the right place.
[OOC: Open door/post! Parts taken from Switched at Birth S2E01. And here we begin kind of trying to keep up with canon. ]
Once she had the Skype connection up and the bulky rectangular package in front of her, she opened it and found a framed letter from Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera. She hadn’t known that was even a thing you could buy.
As soon as she was done profusely thanking her biological father, and swearing to him that her new school was fine, really, way better than Buckner (this was true, but then, Bay pretty much thought a day at the dentist was better than Buckner), she made a second Skype call to Daphne. The nice thing about being switched – other than that it apparently got her the private papers of her favorite artist ever – was that at least one person understood the weirdness of their family.
"He got me a food truck," Daphne said over the video connection, signing as she talked. "A big blue food truck. I don’t even know if I want it. And Toby got studio time with the guy who produced the Flaming Lips."
"Did he give John and Kathryn anything?"
Daphne nodded. "Cappuccino maker."
"Wow," Bay answered. "Christmas in January. It’s like he was born to be rich, you know? Like it just suits him."
"So much," Daphne said, and scrunched up her face as if she thought the question she was about to ask might be rude. "So – is he more rich than your parents now, or less rich, or is it all about the same? Are there even levels of richness?"
"There are definitely levels," Bay said and signed. "And rich people loooooove to talk about it and to compare." She could have gone off on the whole topic for a while, but she noticed Daphne was glancing away from the computer monitor to look at her phone. "... are you busy?"
"No," Daphne said. "Just a school thing."
Daphne was the worst liar ever. Bay rolled her eyes, not genuinely offended but pretty sure this was still about Jeff. "Okay, well, I will let you get back to your ‘school thing,’" she said. "I have a letter to hang anyhow."
After they said their goodbyes, Bay turned on some music and then stood on her bed, trying to decide where she should put the letter. She wanted to hang it in exactly the right place.
[OOC: Open door/post! Parts taken from Switched at Birth S2E01. And here we begin kind of trying to keep up with canon. ]