1st Broadcast- [voice]

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy Burgess hasn't been in Luceti long enough for most things.

Being a smaller man with little luck, he hasn't found his own clothes yet, or even been told that they were in a shop somewhere, waiting. He hasn't gotten over his newest accoutrements and the fact that no fine haberdashery could adequately swathe a pair of wings. He does like their

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[tehoniongirl]

[...well, that was one way to start the day. She sounds amused when she speaks up.

This audience, at least, can give you direct feedback]

I take it no one's pointed you towards the bakery, then?

[thatmadbastard]

You would be entirely correct. I'm hoping by tomorrow I'll have enough proper things to do something with it all. Though that entirely depends on the helpfulness of ladies like you.

[tehoniongirl]

Just the ladies? That seems awfully one-sided.

[thatmadbastard]

Perhaps it is. You're the first person I've spoken to is all, and I'm carrying the assumption that you are a lady. Do correct me if I'm wrong.

[There's a playful edge to his tone as he talks.]

[slaying]

....Charismatic. [ delightfully dry. ]

You want a hand finding stuff, Sir Rants-a-lot?

[thatmadbastard]

[He seems to find the name amusing for he chuckles.]

My, my, how quickly you have learned. Do pardon me, darling, I tend to go off about the lot of things. Not entirely unhelpful if you've got a way of finding "stuff."

[slaying]

I think it depends on the stuff you're looking for. Specific stuff? General stuff? Stuffy stuff?

[thatmadbastard]

Hardly the harder things. Resources enough to make a proper English breakfast would be ideal. Though I'm well positioned for accepting a meagre supplement so long as it's tolerable.

It's not well known that I do well in a kitchen.

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

[No...no, it cannot be. It cannot be HIM. Beckett, here? But then he calls himself something else. And why is he going on about breakfast and empires? Empires, though; that was always an interest for Lord Cutler Beckett.

Jack does not trust this---not at all at all.]

Admiral: might I recommend Seventh Heaven? All the breakfast you like, no spoons in cans.

[voice]

[thatmadbastard]

Admiral?

[Guy laughs quite heartily at that.]

As mad as I was about Dartmouth, the navy wouldn't have me. I'm quite loathe to admit it, you know. Though I think I'm far more suited to my current occupation.

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

[Okay, he is a dead ringer for Beckett, but he speaks differently. Actually, he doesn't seem like a half-bad fellow; Jack has no qualms with people who get rejected by the Navy. He's not very happy with the Navy himself, at this point, considering what went on with Hornblower.]

Ah. And that is what, sir? Critiquing the morning meal?

[voice]

[thatmadbastard]

As much as I have my preferences about a good English breakfast, I'm a bit more productive than that.

I work for the BBC as well as the British Foreign Office. I produce programs for the radio and work in intelligence. Of course, none of those can apply here.

You, sir?

[voice]

[consultmybooks]

[Applause, applause.

Because, really, what do you actually say to that?]

[voice]

[thatmadbastard]

And who would be our lovely chorus there? Amusing morning?

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[consultmybooks]

Very amusing, thanks to you.

There are ways to eat here beyond providing for yourself.

[voice]

[thatmadbastard]

Yes, I gather there are. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly versed in the ways of this lovely town. If I'm to prepare something, that requires the ins and outs of knowing what is where, including bloody filters for my incapable friends.

[Written]

[shadedsunlight]

[That was different.]

Good morning to you too, sir.

[written]

[thatmadbastard]

[He makes a face when the writing comes through. It seems wrong that journals should work like that. He scratches out his own reply.]

Sir is very fond of his coffee. Without the grounds in it.

[written]

[shadedsunlight]

My condolences, few things worse than poor coffee. Though I suppose I've always been a tea drinker myself.

However, as for breakfast, perhaps you could try the bakery or Seventh Heaven? I can provide a map if you wish.

[written]

[thatmadbastard]

Tea is for the afternoons, dear writer. At least that is when I take it. I assume this means that tea could be found as well, which is heartening.

I believe a map is in order for the poor ignorant here. I'm interested in fixing a proper breakfast, given the resources.