cape_kore | 001 | Hal Yorke | Day 75 [ all replies audio ]

[ Good morning, Vietkore! Let us bring in the sun with a vampire. A vampire who is definitely not in South Wales anymore.

Having had the better part of two days to absorb this new and unsettling problem, he might have time to make the requisite Wizard of Oz reference except for having only the barest idea where Kansas is, and being in no way equipped for that joke anyway. It's for the best, he'd just have something snide to say about the Gold Standard and heavy-handed metaphors.

As things are, on this day the Cape is saved the fantastic confusion of what would be a video message from a disembodied voice by virtue of the fact that he's now had some assistance in how his shiny and unremovable accessory works, and so only engages the audio function. Thus, a clipped English accent greets the populace, said accent suggesting its speaker was born with about eighty silver spoons in his mouth.

Possibly no assertion has ever been less correct.

Extensive throat clearing; this feels about as comfortable as using voice mail, except with less assurance anyone will get the message. ]

Ahem. Assuming this comely new accoutrement [ virtually hemorrhaging sarcasm there ] does transmit one's messages into the ether and I haven't made even more an idiot of myself than suggested by my current predicament, a few small and humble requests of anyone who might be listening.

I was er, wondering if anyone might have some neglected household chores I could be so bold as to take off your hands? If finances are a concern rest assured I have no intention of charging for my services, I--find myself lacking the usual routines from home. Stress relief, you know, very important in today's madcap and slapdash world.

[...uncomfortable silence. ]

Is the thing to do to introduce oneself? This is Hal. Hal Yorke, signing off now.

[ .........................................help? ]

Threaded | Flat

I don't think there's really any strict etiquette for introducing yourself in a place like this.

[Jo offers him a grim but sympathetic smile. She's plenty lost here, herself.]

You're new? Me, too -- I'm Jo.

[Newbie solidarity. It's important.]

[ There's a thing about the English, they hone in. Charles is only half perusing the network - thoughts turned instead to the twisting idea of community and what should be done - but he hears the accent and immediately he knows he has to respond.

Perhaps it should be there's a thing about the upper class English but he supposes people from somewhere else - say Newcastle - would be exactly the same. He's not sure. He's never been to Newcastle. ]

That's an interesting proposition. [ Here, Hal. ] Unfortunately I room with a fellow who refuses to let my mugs pile up. [ Charles sounds fond, like he's smiling. ] It's havoc to my academic system but what can you do.

[Hal may not want to be visible to the network, but Riley decides to give him a bright smile when she turns on her device to answer.]

Are you seriously offering to do some cleaning? Like, seriously-seriously? Because, um, we have some kind of less than immaculate people in this house.

[No names. No names at all. ~~Kenzi~~.]

I'm sure we could figure out something in return. We'll wait and see if you have anything you need that pops up.

House seventeen once housed five souls and now there is only one and a new guest. Haven't cleaned any of them. The washing machine shakes, and the operas sound funny when you sing it's tunes.

You're welcome to come, and the girl will hide if that's easier.

There is also the library. A larger project.

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