Like she had told Joe, Bryn's focus was on mainly on Alex ever since the punishments had concluded. There was only so much she could be done for him, however, and when she found herself with some free time, Bryn headed down to the kitchens to check on Joe.
She pushed the door open without hesitation and stepped in, immediately looking for her friend. Of course, Bryn was familiar enough with the kitchen now that she could pick out things at a glance when he laid them out, so she noticed the chickens and vegetables set out for whatever he was preparing before her gaze settled on the Keep's cook.
"Hello, Joe," she said, "I came to help if you could use a couple more hands."
When he turns to face her, it's a slow motion. Joe smiles and nods his head before turning back to his work. "Aye, help is always wanted in this place. More so with the feast I'm workin' on. You could say we've got a bit of a special occasion comin' up."
The shirt he wears is one looser than usual. While the wounds on his back have been somewhat healed, the marks are still deep and sore and his skin is black and blue with bruising. Oddly enough, Joe is alright with that.
Bryn had been studying his back as subtly as she could manage, frowning at what she thought might be bruising. She couldn't be sure through the fabric, however.
She was easily distracted by his mention of the feast and special occasion, however. Interested already, she stepped closer with renewed curiosity in what food he'd set out.
"Really? What sort of special occasion?" she asked. "And what do you want me to started on?"
He doesn't stop working the whole time. There's a certain skip in his step today, regardless of how limited his movement is. At the questions, he grins, looking happier than he has in a long time.
"M'not allowed to say just yet. Besides, Nieta is so fockin' excited to tell you all. M'not gonna steal her show."
The cheer is fixed in place, more so at the mention of Nieta. "Just know that it'll be a good, fun thing after the week we've just had."
Joe motions to the pots of soup boiling on the stove. "If y'could watch those an' give 'em a stir every now an' then. It'd be a huge help."
How long has that tall faceless creature been standing there, Joe? Near the entrance to the kitchen, not budging an inch. The empty blank lenses fixed on you like an analyzing owl from a tree branch.
Sorry, Joe. Malkus isn't the outgoing type, so has chosen to slowly creep into the kitchen. Why's he here? Well multiple reasons! That delicious smell of roasting food is probably the most recent one. Originally he was going to inquire about some glass containers, but seeing this man slowly almost limp around made him slightly concerned. He recognizes this face from the stocks, though what he did to deserve what he got wasn't explained very well.
"...Um...Hello, sir. Any way I may be of assistance?"
The bird-man's eyes dart around the area, seeming to search for something as he speaks. He DID come here for a reason, after all.
Busy and injured as he is, Joe's never been one to let his surroundings go unnoticed. Blame his prison and military time for that. Aware as he is of the oddly masked individual moving through the Kitchen, Joe doesn't address him until he speaks.
"Hullo thar. I don't think we've met."
He dries his hands on a dishcloth and offers one to shake. "Joseph Ivers. Call me Joe."
He quickly sticks his arm far out, grabbing and slowly shaking the mans hand. Very few handshakes have looked more awkward coming from the doctor.
"Malkus Iverwelling. It's a pleasure to meet you Mister-...Joe."
Malkus nods at the cook, then looks around at his surroundings. So much is going on, being cooked and prepared. This is certainly not the type of kitchen that Malkus is used to. Still, he'll help with what he can! Perhaps it'll give him an opportunity to get an idea on where everything would be, should he ever need anything.
Joe can't help but notice what an odd guy Malkus is. It's kind of impossible to miss. The mask brings him no calm, but Joe has seen stranger and thus far there's nothing to put him on edge other than the lack of face. It's a little like being around Dos when he's armoured and angry, though in those cases, Joe knows the man is pissed off.
Malkus is entirely new.
"If yer lookin' to help out, I got a pile of carrots an' the like that needs dicin' over there. You ever worked in a kitchen, lad?"
Sollux hasn't entirely recovered from the stocks either, but he needs to eat. And he'd wanted to talk to Joe, so he makes his way down to the kitchen and peeks inside. The cook looks busy, but he doesn't seem to have any company so Sollux enters.
Joe turns to the voice and gives the boy a nod of greeting. "Sollux. How y'goin' lad? M'alright. The lass Yuna did some of her magical healin' stuff an' now I'm right as rain."
He smiles. Hey man, Joe feels awesome compared to how he was yesterday, even if it still hurts like hell to move. So long as no one or nothing touches his back and he takes a break every now and then, he'll be just fine.
With Nel still recovering and Joe in such shitty shape, Kevas is pulling double duty checking on them both. Not like he can exactly ignore the smell coming out of that kitchen anyway. It may not be fish, but damn does that smell good. Although those aren't the only reasons that he's here.
When he steps inside Kevas gives the door a couple of light knocks to let Joe know someone's here. Last thing he wants is to sneak up on the poor guy and give him a heart attack. The past few days have been rough enough as is. It makes Kevas feel even worse to ask something of him.
Joe's had time to cool down since their last encounter. Besides, this time of year always put him in a good mood. When Kevas called out, Joe looked up from the lettuce he'd been tearing apart to give the Troll a nod.
And Kevas had a talk with the missus that made him understand what everyone was trying to beat through his thick skull. Kevas tipped his hat in return and walked through the kitchen eying the pots and pans of food curiously.
"Just makin' sure joo still be standin'. Any mon take care of joor back yet?" If Nel was feeling like herself he wouldn't even have to ask that. She'd be on him like bees on honey.
Given their current state, Joe would be asking her to move along and leave him be. He really wasn't impressed with what happened and blames himself for her death, no matter how he tried to stop her.
"Aye, the lass Yuna came to visit while I was in the stocks an' did some... magical mumbo jumbo. It's a lot better than it was. Just, don't go slappin' me on the back any time soon an' we'll get along just fine."
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She pushed the door open without hesitation and stepped in, immediately looking for her friend. Of course, Bryn was familiar enough with the kitchen now that she could pick out things at a glance when he laid them out, so she noticed the chickens and vegetables set out for whatever he was preparing before her gaze settled on the Keep's cook.
"Hello, Joe," she said, "I came to help if you could use a couple more hands."
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The shirt he wears is one looser than usual. While the wounds on his back have been somewhat healed, the marks are still deep and sore and his skin is black and blue with bruising. Oddly enough, Joe is alright with that.
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She was easily distracted by his mention of the feast and special occasion, however. Interested already, she stepped closer with renewed curiosity in what food he'd set out.
"Really? What sort of special occasion?" she asked. "And what do you want me to started on?"
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"M'not allowed to say just yet. Besides, Nieta is so fockin' excited to tell you all. M'not gonna steal her show."
The cheer is fixed in place, more so at the mention of Nieta. "Just know that it'll be a good, fun thing after the week we've just had."
Joe motions to the pots of soup boiling on the stove. "If y'could watch those an' give 'em a stir every now an' then. It'd be a huge help."
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Sorry, Joe. Malkus isn't the outgoing type, so has chosen to slowly creep into the kitchen. Why's he here? Well multiple reasons! That delicious smell of roasting food is probably the most recent one. Originally he was going to inquire about some glass containers, but seeing this man slowly almost limp around made him slightly concerned. He recognizes this face from the stocks, though what he did to deserve what he got wasn't explained very well.
"...Um...Hello, sir. Any way I may be of assistance?"
The bird-man's eyes dart around the area, seeming to search for something as he speaks. He DID come here for a reason, after all.
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"Hullo thar. I don't think we've met."
He dries his hands on a dishcloth and offers one to shake. "Joseph Ivers. Call me Joe."
And you are..?
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He quickly sticks his arm far out, grabbing and slowly shaking the mans hand. Very few handshakes have looked more awkward coming from the doctor.
"Malkus Iverwelling. It's a pleasure to meet you Mister-...Joe."
Malkus nods at the cook, then looks around at his surroundings. So much is going on, being cooked and prepared. This is certainly not the type of kitchen that Malkus is used to. Still, he'll help with what he can! Perhaps it'll give him an opportunity to get an idea on where everything would be, should he ever need anything.
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Malkus is entirely new.
"If yer lookin' to help out, I got a pile of carrots an' the like that needs dicin' over there. You ever worked in a kitchen, lad?"
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"Hey. Sup?"
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He smiles. Hey man, Joe feels awesome compared to how he was yesterday, even if it still hurts like hell to move. So long as no one or nothing touches his back and he takes a break every now and then, he'll be just fine.
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He moves further into the kitchen, peering at all the stuff Joe has going.
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"Ain't got no time to think about the past few days of work lost. There's too much to do now. M'late in gettin' started so it's go time now."
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When he steps inside Kevas gives the door a couple of light knocks to let Joe know someone's here. Last thing he wants is to sneak up on the poor guy and give him a heart attack. The past few days have been rough enough as is. It makes Kevas feel even worse to ask something of him.
"Knock knock mon."
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"'lo Kevas. What can I do fer ye?"
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"Just makin' sure joo still be standin'. Any mon take care of joor back yet?" If Nel was feeling like herself he wouldn't even have to ask that. She'd be on him like bees on honey.
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"Aye, the lass Yuna came to visit while I was in the stocks an' did some... magical mumbo jumbo. It's a lot better than it was. Just, don't go slappin' me on the back any time soon an' we'll get along just fine."
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