No raw seafood, stupid oil spill

[nawlinsfleur]

He's busying himself in the kitchen right now, making gumbo if one must know. As he adds in an unnecessarily large amount of Tabasco sauce and chill peppers, Bo sighs. This oil spill is getting very bad, it's endangering his wildlife refuge and endangering his seafood business. With that being crippled, tons of restaurants and diners are going to

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[rouge_me]

[ He's right there with you, adding even more tabasco sauce over your shoulder. He's looking pretty peeved himself. ]

Ey Bo, you doin' alright?

[nawlinsfleur]

Could be betta; not likin' the news comin' from home.
Just thought cookin' might take mah mind off of thangs. [taking some of that tbasco sauce, he drizzles it over a raw oyster. Slurping loudly, he chews slowly. Tastes so good, it's making him feel better...a little.]

[rouge_me]

[ He smiles faintly, grabbing an oyster for himself ]

N'aaaw, I'm not likin' it one bit either. Ey, I know I'm not as good of a' cook, but you want me to make somethin' for ya?

[nawlinsfleur]

[He smiles.]

Ah'd love that, it'll be a while 'fore this is done.

[chimneyville]

[ heard that growl from outside the kitchen so she inspects! ] What happened ta you?

[nawlinsfleur]

Ya really wanna know, sha?

[chimneyville]

I kinda wouldn't be askin' if I didn't want to know.

[nawlinsfleur]

Oil spill equals no fresh seafood for mah people.
Quite tragic, right?

[louisiane]

[ Louisiana isn't too far from your opinion in general about this situation Bo! He is trying to relax, but good lord. This whole thing is a mess...

This has been hurting him a lot. Also, if he hears "Drill Baby Drill" from anyone, he won't hesitate to toss them out the nearest window. ]

... Oy, this is ridiculous.

[nawlinsfleur]

[How about just punching that person's lights out that decide to utter those words?
Taking a seat at the table, reaching into his pocket, he withdraws a cigarette from the smashed box. Lighting it, he takes a long drag while exhaling slowly.]

Ah think it's pretty dumb to set the mess a fire. Wouldn't that make thangs worse?

[louisiane]

[ Any methods to keep them quiet would be nice, really.

He sits down as well, at the table - rubbing his head to ease this headache and the whole situation that was happening. The commercial fishing industry, the wild life... and who knows for how long. Not to mention the bad news keeps pouring in with the mention that it a heavier type that would be harder to clean up.

He took a deep breath. ]

It probably is gonna make thangs a lot worse.

[nawlinsfleur]

sometimes ah wish ah was back there to knock sense into folks heads. But this was probably one of those thangs you can evade.

[devilwentdownto]

He's attracted by the smell, 'cause God knows he loves Bo's cooking.

Bo? Ah heard abou' wha's happenin'... 're ya alrigh'?

[nawlinsfleur]

Ah'm fine for now...ain't much ah can do here, sha.

[devilwentdownto]

He nods.
Ah'll keep ya in mah prayers...

Yer cookin' somethin' up?

[nawlinsfleur]

Thank ya Will, ah'm cookin' some gumbo.
It should be finished in a bit.

IN OTHER NEWS I'M DUMB IN HTML AMONG OTHER THINGS

[mayor4life]

*BOTHER NEW ORLEANS YOU SAY?

DON'T MIND IF SHE DOES

Actually, she was checking in the kitchen for the nth time for something very, VERY important, but instead finding someone important.*

Hey New Orleans!... *frowns; she's kind of dumb, but she's not totally blind to people's feelings, especially New Orleans* What's wrong?

[nawlinsfleur]

[Can be mad around her, must put on a smile.]

Oh nuthin', just thinkin' aloud, sha~

Deeerp, somehow this came out more cute than oblivious. :B

[mayor4life]

Oh... OK then! *starts grinning again, and hugs the other city tight*

Lol and sorry for the late comment.

[nawlinsfleur]

[He chuckles softly, hugging her back.]

Sarah, why are you bein' so nice, sha; somethin' ya want from ol' Bo?