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[dontgiveafock]

[The feed kicks in to the sound of a man clearing his throat. He seems a little unsure of what he's about to say.]

Hullo, hullo. Welcome newcomers.

[Man, what a classy intro that was. So smooth, Joseph!]

For those of y'that I haven't met, my name is Joe. I man the kitchen here and I'm the one that put together the shit-awful feast you had on your first night here.

M'sorry fer that. At the time I was short staffed, unprepared and tired as fock. The good news, is that I've caught up on my beauty sleep and whatever I make from here on in sure as hell won't suck quite so bad.

Y'can find me in the kitchens more often than not, otherwise, try the bar or out by the lake. If any of you have any cookin' experience or want to help out, I'd more than welcome it. The more help I get, the better yer food is gonna be.

[Silence falls while Joe runs over what he's just said.]

Right. I think that's about it. Come say hello or somethin'.

[Fin.]

Comments

so I am

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas's heart jumps into his throat. Oh please tell him that Joe is just hungover or something.]

Yeah I be knowin' joo mon. We worked in da same damn restaurant toggedah. We worked wid Nel. Loa mon, how can joo fuhget her!?

[Maybe Kevas can understand Joe forgetting who he is but Nel? Hell, Kevas couldn't forget her even if he tried.]

/highfive!

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Silence falls on Joe's side of the conversation, guilt for not remembering someone he himself has never actually met.]

M'sorry lad. I really am. I don't know this Nel yer talkin' about. Where did we work together?

[Surely he'd remember an accent like that.]

/highfive

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas falls silent for a moment. This isn't Joe, or at least not the one he knows. It sounds like him, talks like him, but it's not him.]

It don't fuckin' mattah. Fuhget I said anytin'.

[And there goes his hope of finding Nel.]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe's hit a nerve here and he knows it. What bugs him is that he can't work out exactly what. A woman involved, clearly, and one that he should know.]

Too late, brother. Some things y'can't forget no matter how y'try.

[He trails off. Joe knows how Kevas is feeling all too well.]

What's she look like, this Nel. I might not be able to tell you where she is but I sure as hell can keep an eye out for her. Y'never know how things will play out.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas knows that all too well Joe and it's been eating away at him for his entire life.]

Short, red hair, violet eyes, and coldah den a yeti's tit on a good day.

[He chuckles but it's more sorrowful than anything else.]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a looker. I'll keep an eye out and let ya know.

[He hears that chuckle and his own expression turns sad.]

What's yer name, so I know who to track down if I hear anythin'?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Da name be Kevas.

[Forgive him if he doesn't sound too hopeful.]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Right, Kevas.

[Joe sounds a little more determined with his next words.]

Don't give up, brother.

[He won't give up either.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[It's too late for that Joe. Far too late.]

Spare me da motivational talk mon. I be in no mood fuh it.

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe knows when a battle is lost. He won't press anymore.]

Kitchen is the first floor of the Great Keep, if you ever need me for anythin'.

[And he'll leave it at that unless Kevas has more to add.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[There is one thing he needs right now.]

I be needin' liquah, and a lot of it.

[He doesn't even care how it tastes as long as it can get him drunk enough to forget.]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Western Guard Tower. Go there and you'll find a bar area. The towers are south of the Main Keep.

[Not only does Joe understand Kevas' need for a drink, he also knows that tower well.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

T'anks...

[Soon enough Kevas will know it like the back of his hands too.]