voice; @hicks

[preseance]

( when he speaks his voice is soft an' easy, mild-mannered as all get-out, with an alabama accent that kicks like a mule to the head besides. he has the air of someone well-used to wieldin' some manner of authority, albeit in another fashion in a faraway place from this. )

For those of you I ain't met, name's Eugene Hicks, an' I'm one of the medics here in Beacon. If'n anybody finds themselves in want of food or company, Sundays me an' a few others are layin' out a spread at the Church. Anybody's welcome, all I ask is no fightin' under the Lord's roof. If'n you felt like bringin' a dish of your own to share, it'd be appreciated. ( he pauses, an' in a lighter tone obviously aimed to jest, ) First person to complain about my Ma's fried tomatoes or the lack of ice cream with the pie will be shown the door, no exceptions.

( it ain't a video post, but he ducks his head all the same. there's a slight jangle of his dog-tags. )

And, ah. Given that the El-Tee ( 'LT', short for lieutenant ) found a village across the river, Rastus seemed to think I ought to maybe work at buildin' a bridge so's we can all access whatever resources might be on the other side without any measure of difficulty. I can do carpentry all right, but if anyone can lend a hand it'd be appreciated. Apparently there's a creature in the river fixin' to drag folks under, so please mind yourselves if'n you're of a mind to get close.

That's all. Look after yourselves an' have a pleasant evenin'.

Comments

[primordialerebus]

[ She on the other hand isn't sure why everyone's adamant on using voice messages. They're so slow in comparison, messy, and just. Ugh. Worrying about how she sounds is bad enough in person.

... Unless the other person can't read because note to self Coraline. Some people here couldn't. ]

Could you just make sure I don't over season anything while I'm making... whatever I can manage with what's in the general store?

[preseance]

( she can't hear him laugh, but lordy does it happen. )

Don't be so sure you want my input on that. My idea of spice doesn't seem to match up with the modern day.

[primordialerebus]

I mean... good food is good food right? And as long as whatever it is doesn't burn your tongue off, I think we're good.

[preseance]

All right, point taken.

Want me to swing by the room?

[primordialerebus]

You won't regret it! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[ Hopefully. ]

And yes please!

text > action

[preseance]

( emojis, not even once. )

All right. Be there in ten minutes or so.

( and, true to his word he rolls on up in about that time frame. he has a pack of things he's scrounged up from the general store, too, just in case she needs more than what she has.

he takes his boots off this time, at least. )

All right, let's see what we're doin'.

Re: text > action

[primordialerebus]

Ok. So.

[ She's standing in the kitchen and pointedly ignoring MK, who's sitting on the couch and just. Staring out the window. Silent. She’s not doing so out of malice or anything like that. He just, kind of intimidates her.

Spread in front of her are cans of spam, rice, soy sauce, honey, and sugar. ]

I don’t really have… everything. But I can probably make bastardized spam musubi?

[ She furrows her brow in worry. ]