Aug. 7th, 2011

dontgiveafock: (speak up lass/lad)
[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))

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