[ console | video/action ] we get to carry each other

[edgeoftheknife]

[Hello folks, it's your friendly neighborhood gorgeous janitor. Except he's not looking so friendly, today. In fact, he's looking more serious than most people have probably ever seen him, here in Keeliai. When he speaks it's with a gravity that his words normally lack.]

Anton Shudder is no longer in charge of the Midnight Hotel.

I'm taking over.

[There's a pause, while he lets that sink in.]

Since Shudder has proven himself incapable of the running of the Hotel--or indeed, simple things like standing and walking, I find myself forced to keep him confined to a comfortable chair in front of the fire. With tea. And yarn.

He knits, did you know he knits?

[It should be noted that while the tone of the video has become decidedly less serious, Ravel's face has not.]

At any rate, I'll be taking over the day-to-day operations of the Hotel for the time being. Matters such as employment and pay will still go through Anton, obviously. Day-to-day functions should come to me, instead. Any present staff are encouraged to pitch in as you're able--God only knows you don't want me doing the cooking. Not unless the lot of you fancy grilled cheese or cold cereal.

[He pauses]

Was that it? Yes, I think that was it. Er. Carry on.

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[deadclumsy]

Don't suppose you found someone to do the cooking?

[Since she's living there, she might as well chip in, right? She never has been good at the domestic stuff, but she can cook a bit.

Sort of. Maybe.

Well, she can make things that don't require cooking, like sandwiches.]

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[edgeoftheknife]

[Oh hello again. That serious look on his face, during the post? Yeah that's gone almost immediately.]

Well, we still have the fellow who makes breakfast, and I have a lead on someone to help out--I think--but nothing's set in stone yet.

Is that a volunteer I hear?

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[deadclumsy]

[She shrugs as though it makes no nevermind to her whether he wants her to volunteer - but of course, it does matter now. There's nothing like seeing someone lose their serious side around her; it's flattering in its way, and now she has something to prove.]

Could be. Just until you find someone better, of course.

[She will learn to make a soufflé, damn it.]

[edgeoftheknife]

I don't know, better is such a strong word. I hardly believe such a thing could happen.

[Ravel. Please remember there was an actual point to this post. And it was not flirting.]

[deadclumsy]

[VALIDATION?! Yes, that is precisely what Tonks needs. More ego. Thanks, Ravel.]

Flatterer.

[edgeoftheknife]

Please, I haven't even warmed up yet. [grin]

But yes, if you'd like to help out, I'm certainly not turning anyone away. We have plenty of mouths to feed and as I said, no one wants me cooking. Two or three pairs of hands is better than none. Anything in particular you'd care to do?


((ooc: Is Tonks staying in the Hotel? If so, have you replied to the Hotel post? :D ))

[deadclumsy]

Honestly, I can cook some things all right. Pot noodles, mostly. Don't suppose there's a Sainsbury's anywhere around here?

[edgeoftheknife]

[He laughs]

No, I'm afraid there isn't. There's a market, though I don't know if you're going to find pot noodles there. We could probably find other ways for you to help out, though, if you'd still be interested?