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[naughtbutlife]

[For the curious - Angelica's headed straight for the kitchens. Being half-starved for two years will rearrange your priorities a little.

It takes her a while to figure out the communicator, and there's a couple of muffled, nervous posts lasting all of three seconds just before this.What cheer, everyone. I am not so certain if you can even hear

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spam for Una's horrible, terrible, no good very bad week. :D

[mrs_persson]

[Una misses the original post, because guess what, she's on her way to the kitchen to start prep work for the lunch shift. And at the sight of Angelica she freezes dead in her tracks, staring, with her mouth hanging wide open and absolutely unable to make a sound.

...Oh bugger this week ten times sideways.]

spam, it's like icing on the cake! XD

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica's still wearing the dead man's clothes. She didn't have time to change - well, she probably did, but priorities. She's eating bread with butter and drinking something that tastes of pressed apples, practically bouncing in her seat at the joy of it all.

She spies a woman staring at her. No, not just staring, she seems almost astonished. Angelica looks over her shoulders to see if maybe the woman is looking past her.]

mmm, tasty.

[mrs_persson]

[She looks so much younger, and-what is she wearing? And how did she get here, and why-

When Angelica does the obvious "are you looking at me?", Una swallows hard and struggles for her composure.]

Er. Hello. You ... you're Angelica [oh bugger, it's not Sexby at this point, definitely; it might be Rainsborough, but let's try a shot in the dark] Fanshawe, yes?

spam

[naughtbutlife]

[It occurs to Angelica that the woman might be staring because of what she's wearing.

She's trying to shrink into the doublet when the lady speaks - fortunately for them both, Angelica senses nothing odd about the exchange.]

Aye. [She sits up, hastily brushing crumbs off the front of her shirt.] Aye, newly arrived to-day.

[naughtbutlife]

[what the whaaaat.]

...Sexby?

[goodgrasshopper]

[slight smile] If you think that's good, check out the spice cabinet.

[naughtbutlife]

You have a spice cabinet as well!

Tell me, is there cinnamon? Is there -- sugar?

[goodgrasshopper]

[It is so wonderful to be able to make someone's day this easily.]

Cinnamon, nutmeg... There are a lot of spices. And there's definitely sugar.

[naughtbutlife]

Fortunate must smile upon the ship.

Forgive me, I know not your name.

[greatlightother]

Angelica.

[Well hell...]

Or... Miss Fanshawe... [Long, long pause.] Be cautious in the kitchens. It will get busy soon. [Oh, so much forced sweetness.]

[naughtbutlife]

I appreciate the warning, madam, and promise to mind myself should the kitchens crowd.

[greatlightother]

It's good to have you. A new warden, yes?

I'm Svetlana.

[naughtbutlife]

Aye, I have come to work.

Svetlana. Your name sounds [Odd] different to me. Where are you from?

video

[19centconstable]

Oh my goodne-...

I mean: hello, mi-...ma'-...um. I'm Constable Crabtree.

video

[naughtbutlife]

Good afternoon, Constable.

Constable of where, sir?

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[19centconstable]

Of Toronto. Canada. And here as well, I suppose.

Re: video

[naughtbutlife]

Canada. Are you French, sir?