[The video starts with Joe grinning at his journal, evidently amused by something or other. He glances up to the ceiling above him and chuckles. To someone, or something off screen and very much not on the ground, Joe speaks.]

Lad, I ain't got no one around to do what yer askin' with.

[Shaking his head, he looks back to the journal.]

Right. Just to ( Read more... )

Everyone. It's Joe.

I uh, think I've got a fair idea of what might've gone wrong. If y'see a scarecrow around from here on in, pull it apart and break the post it stands on.

That counts fer the one that was in me garden. M'sorry guys.

[[locked to Zachariah.]]

Don't tell anyone that you helped make the scarecrow for me, okay. I mean it lad. Y'tried to ( Read more... )

[From the vegetable patch outside of Joe's kitchen, one might hear a stream of angry curses accompanied by the cawing of crows and the occasional dull thud of a large blunt object. A closer inspection would find Joe himself brandishing a shovel and fighting off a swarm of birds from his garden. On a spit over a fire is a sharksheep, the proposed ( Read more... )

[The audio feed kicks in to the sound of running. Wherever he's going, Joe is apparently in a rush.]

Sean!

[His voice is a mixture of fatigue and eagerness.]

Jaesus fock, little brother. You better be here still. Lemme know where you are, Seany.

[He slows his step, slowing back to a brisk walk as he continues his message.]

To the rest of ye, I'm back. ( Read more... )

[Joe hasn't been seen or heard from for a while now. In fact, he probably won't be seen or heard from for a while longer yet. However, the Irishman breaks his silence to utter a single word.]

Sean..?

[His voice is rough, emotion catching in his throat. He's been grinning since Nieta told him she'd talked to his brother, but now anxiousness and nerves ( Read more... )

[He'd been there for hours, back torn open from the flogging received and body a mass of agony. Joe was aware that he wasn't the worst dealt that day, but it didn't mean his pain wasn't still on the extreme. He knew he should probably sleep, that the coming days would be busy, but for the moment, the man was content to stare blankly at the ground ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )