eachdraidh | video | seelie | backdated to april 10th, late morning/early afternoon

Morning.

[ It's about the gruffest 'good morning' anyone may get around here. John's standing in the bailey, near Thranduil's tent. He's still wearing his black uniform, but instead of his assault rifle, there's a warhammer strapped to his back. When in Rome, right?

Also, his assault rifle modifications are just a little too high-tech to work. ]

My name is Staff Sergeant John Grimm of the United States Marine Corps. That might not mean anything to you, depending on where you're from, but it means I'm a soldier. A lot of you have gone out to help fight the worms, and that's good -- we need that. But we need people here to protect the injured and the civilians, too.

I'm recruiting people who can fight to work alongside the existing guards and help defend Caer Glaem in the event that one or more of those worms shows up. [ Or something else, if their luck decides to plummet. ] If you aren't armed, we'll get you something to use out of the armory.

This isn't a permanent position; I'm sure as hell not in charge around here. But it's an important one.

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What can I say? They train us well in the Marines. [ Honestly, he's worse in times with no conflict -- first time there's some sort of party that isn't filled with confused kidnapped victims, that'll be apparent. ]

I'll take your word for it. If you've got giant worms, who am I to make fun? We've got a giant squid.

Just in movies. Giant squid sounds better, though -- always liked calamari.

I don't know if I've ever had that. But we're not planning on eating these buggers if they breach the castle, right?

It's good. Fry up some tentacles, dip them in ranch.

But no. Considering they seem to be poisonous... no.

... ranch.

[ Like she knows what that is, really, Reaper??? ]

... The salad dressing?

[ what witches don't have salad dressing??? ]

[ NO ]

That doesn't help me. American thing?

You don't have ranch dressing in England?

Don't start crying if I say yes.

See, this is why we won the Revolutionary War.

Oh, come off it. Don't tell me you're all caught up in that still.

[ GINNY DO YOU EVEN KNOW MUCH ABOUT IT ]

If we still nattered on about ancient history, they'd still be burning people like us at the stake, right?

It's a point of pride.

[ "People like us." He may not be a-- witch or warlock or wizard, whatever, but she's still right. ]

You know, they didn't actually do that much in America. Hung them, sure, or crushed them under rocks, but a lot less burning.

Is that supposed to cheer me up or something?

I'm just saying.

[ None of them are particularly pleasant ways to go. ]

Honestly? Not sure being burned at the stake or something similar wouldn't be waiting for me back home, if I hadn't followed the damn things.

Getting more and more cheerful here.

[ Pause. ]

Not much choice between here and home, then. I feel the same, a bit. Home's home but... Yeah, reckon it's no less difficult when you think about it. Sorry. For what it's worth.