Kate Kelly (
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of vension and root pottage and fritters
WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 7th November | Noon
OPEN TO: E V E R Y O N E
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open and onging!
Since that first lunch at the Inn, Kate Kelly has kept them up. Every day, without fail - even when she went missing and then was recovering, people continued in the kitchen to make sure the community gets their daily midday meal. She's proud of that, and she thinks she's allowed to be.
Today is no different.
The food is dropped off, the volunteers gather to chop and stir and cook and serve, the community gathers to eat, and then it is time to clean everything. If there is still no alcohol, well...
There's tea. And a coffee substitute made from chicory. And... Water.
So come on in, help at the kitchen or pull up a chair in the pub in front of the fire, and enjoy some warm food and company while the outside cold (and death) stays firmly outside.
[OOC: All sections are completely free for all! You can handwave your character helping out or thread it out, or just jump in to them eating. All characters are ICly invited, as they are every day.]
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 7th November | Noon
OPEN TO: E V E R Y O N E
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open and onging!
Since that first lunch at the Inn, Kate Kelly has kept them up. Every day, without fail - even when she went missing and then was recovering, people continued in the kitchen to make sure the community gets their daily midday meal. She's proud of that, and she thinks she's allowed to be.
Today is no different.
The food is dropped off, the volunteers gather to chop and stir and cook and serve, the community gathers to eat, and then it is time to clean everything. If there is still no alcohol, well...
There's tea. And a coffee substitute made from chicory. And... Water.
So come on in, help at the kitchen or pull up a chair in the pub in front of the fire, and enjoy some warm food and company while the outside cold (and death) stays firmly outside.
[OOC: All sections are completely free for all! You can handwave your character helping out or thread it out, or just jump in to them eating. All characters are ICly invited, as they are every day.]
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"Then no don't worry. I will keep and if you remember I will give then. I do not like violence either. I only hunt to keep us alive. I wont make another be violent." He explained, since Carlos wouldn't know his past, and the details even Cougar didn't know. "I know this is strange for you. I could not speak and be understood when I came... I have learned English here." He spoke on. "No one speak Norse anymore. It died with my people. You." He motioned forward. "The other you, that is forgotten, he helped to. He understands I think. What I mean... Your not alone. I will help in all I can for you."
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He's the kind of man who asks for a great knife. He has to hope that the reasons he's asking for it are good and not because some twisted version of him has gone down the wrong path.
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"Thank you."
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