8. Voice. Not Filtered.

[left_that_life]

John? If you can hear me, you'd best get your sorry ass to the kitchen real quick. We could use your help.

---NOW WITH ADDED KITCHEN MADNESS SPAM---

[At least the fire stopped them from tripping over themselves, which was good considering this kitchen had more tools and whatnots in it than Abigail had ever seen before in her entire life

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[aintnothingfair]

Now, darlin' you know how bad'a cook I am.

[AKA I DON'T WANT TO MAKE YOU MAD AT ME. :C]

[left_that_life]

Don't darlin' me! [Frustrated? Abigail? MAYBE A BIT.]

Don't need you for your cookin' skills. Meat's gonna go bad if we don't salt it or smoke it, and I know you know how to do that.

Spam?

[aintnothingfair]

I do. Alright I'm comin' down.

[With his tail between his legs of course.]

go right ahead. :D

[left_that_life]

Alright, John. Hurry up.

come bug paddy. :D SPAM.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy had got himself a sinkful of cold water, in an effort to preserve the blood a little, and dumped the bags in it unceremoniously.

Now, by the light of a fire and his phone, he was doing maths and trying to work out who they could feed what and when.

There is a lot of swearing and scribbling coming from his corner.]

SPAM - bugging people is what Damon does best

[talldarksaviour]

[With a lack of better things to do, Damon had made his way down to the kitchens for his shift and being a single-minded sort of guy, had honed in on the blood supply.]

That won't keep for long. [He cocked his hip against a table and watched everyone rushing about without making any attempt to join in.]

Re: SPAM - yay. angry paddy is starting to come out.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy looks up from his calculations, a little frustrated and low on patience,]

You got a better fucking solution? You wanna fix the fucking power supply so I can do something else?

SPAM - :D

[talldarksaviour]

[Rolls his eyes.] Just making an observation. Humans can go longer without food than we can. Longer without committing murder that is.

[He glances at the papers.] What are you doing?

[mrs_persson]

[There's a lot of noise coming from the main dining hall. That would be Una breaking up chairs for firewood. She's got enough for at least a day so far, and is sincerely hoping that things will get to rights before they have to do in all of the remaining furniture. The kitchen fire's been built in the largest stockpot available, basically creating a sort of firepit over which spits can be arranged as needed.]

[grand_lotus]

[Iroh has been in and out of the kitchen since the power went out in the early hours, leaving only to check on Facilier and make sure that nobody had been hurt or abandoned on the less-travelled levels. He reenters now, a small controlled flame flickering lamp-like over one palm, and crosses the room to meet Una. Somewhat concerned, he puts his free hand lightly to her shoulder.]

There's more than enough firewood there, for now. Rest. This would be the worst time for you to over-exert yourself.

[mrs_persson]

[Una, who has paused for a breather in her work, turns to Iroh with a weak smile.]

I suppose it'll do for the time being. And it'd be a nasty trick if the lights came on in an hour and the furniture was wrecked.

[grand_lotus]

[Iroh returns the smile, sitting down cross-legged next to her with surprising ease for a big dude.] I think if the lights were to come on in an hour, people would be more than happy to eat standing up.

[most_feared]

Are you both alright?

[left_that_life]

Just fine, don't worry. I've jus' stolen John away to help me preserve some of this meat before it goes bad.

[most_feared]

Good call. If you need any extra help later I'll do what I can.

[left_that_life]

Kitchen folk probably won't say no to the extra help, though I think I'm gonna be making a massive pot of stew tonight with whatever can't be saved. Keep up your appetite and the like.

You alright though?