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[dontgiveafock]

[The audio feed kicks in to the sound of running. Wherever he's going, Joe is apparently in a rush.]

Sean!

[His voice is a mixture of fatigue and eagerness.]

Jaesus fock, little brother. You better be here still. Lemme know where you are, Seany.

[He slows his step, slowing back to a brisk walk as he continues his message.]

To the rest of ye, I'm back. Sorry fer vanishin' like that. Here's hopin' none of you starved while I was busy elsewhere.

New arrivals, hullo. M'name is Joseph but you can call me Joe. I work in the Keep an' control the kitchens.

Gimme a day or two to get me shite sorted and we'll go from there.

[Both text and sound cut off there. Anyone in the barracks might come across Joe running from place to place searching for his brother.]

((ooc: I'll be slow with replies for the next few days, but will tag whenever I can and pick things up proper after that. <3))

Comments

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Yep, half the keep starved to death and the rest poisoned themselves when they tried cooking. What were you thinking mon?

[Audio]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe laughs but he still sounds distracted.]

Aye, sorry about that. I figured some of ye might be able to master toast in my absence. Alas, I was wrong.

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Last mon who tried that set himself on fire.

[Audio]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Well shite. Here's hopin' the kitchen ain't too poorly burned.

How you been, Kevas? Nothin' troublin' you I hope?

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Oh there are so many things, like where that storm came from and just where the staff went during all that.]

Out of liquor at the moment. It's pretty distressing.

[audio]

[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

[Just like that, Sean is now dealing with the horrible prospect that this person who sounds like his brother, talks like his brother, might not be his brother.]

Aye, here. Two-Oscar-seven-nine.

[audio]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[It's the same fear Joe has been carrying since he first found out Sean was in the Keep.]

Be there in a flash.

[A minute or so later, Joe is standing outside Seans door. He wraps on the door with his knuckle.]

[audio]

[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

[It opens almost in the same second as the rap came. Sean is without his armor, in his dirty blue jeans and a bland tan t-shirt. The shirt is wet, freshly washed, but he doesn't seem to care.

His hand leaves the doorknob to grip the side of the door and pull it further. The look on his face is indescribable.]

Jimmy.

[commentlog]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Seany.

[He'a already choking up. Lips pursed, Joe takes a moment to look at his brother before slinging an arm around him and pulling him into a hug.]

Fockin' missed you.

[commentlog]

[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

[Screw his misgivings, it's his goddamned brother. Joe is here, he's alive, and Sean doesn't give two shits who it is he works for. Family comes before everything else.

Sean forgets about hesitation and wraps his twin up in both arms. The air goes out of him in an explosive sigh that's half-strangled.]

Goddamn right, brother.

[brynkitten]

[Have a Bryn, though she won't take much time since it seems Joe's looking for his brother.]

Joe? Are you and the others alright?

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Bryn! Aye, m'fine. Lookin' forward to a kip but good otherwise.

The others I ain't seen yet. Tough bunch though, so I reckon they'll be okay.

How about you, lass? Sorry I was gone so long.

[brynkitten]

A kip? [Pause.] Well, I hope you're right.

[After all, she's hoping to hear both Sycora and Nieta over the network soon as well.]

I'm alright, though. I've been trying to cook what I can while you've been gone and...be more social. I guess.

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Sleep. A kip means I'm needed to faceplant into a pillow and sleep fer a week or two.

[Joe smiles, though she can't see it.]

They'll be back. Did ya make any new friends?

[brynkitten]

Oh, well that sounds like a good idea. I imagine you need it...

[She can't see the smile, but she can hear it in his voice, and it inspires one of her own.]

And yes, I did actually. Quite a few more than I expected to be honest...

[Bryn sounds very pleased about this.]

And...it sounds as if your brother has joined you now. You must be very happy...

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

where the fuck have you been?

Audio

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

S'fockin nice to see you too, Sollux.

text 4 eva

[thii2ii22tupiid]

ii'm not 2ure how thii2 keep 2urviived wiithout you, next tiime you go away you 2hould leave prepackaged meal2 or 2omethiing.

talkie talkie audio 4 lyfe!

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe laughs.]

Right! I'll pack a special little lunch box fer you, just so y'don't go dyin' on me while I'm busy elsewhere.

How y'been, lad?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

ii've been *There's a pause in the reply here, but they may not be obvious in text* fiine, you've got an iintere2tiing place here.

[text] \o/

[muteforareason]

[Wait a second. Jael knows that voice!

Joooooooooe. ;A;]

Joe? I didn't know you were here too.

[Audio] \o\

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Oh shite. Another one that knows him that he doesn't know.]

...Aye, that'd be me. Sorry lass, what's yer name again..?

[text]

[muteforareason]

[Jael's starting to get that sinking feeling again...]

Jael.

Sorry. I'm still getting used to this place.

[Audio]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, Jael. So is he. Joe can already feel the dread as to where this talk is going.]

Jael. That's a pretty name y'got there. Yer a new arrival then?

[text]

[muteforareason]

[Well, at least this time she knows Joe isn't Her Joe.]

Yes. I've only been here about three weeks.