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[john_ofdarkness]

This is John, on his shift cooking dinner. He has got a recipe book propped open on the counter, as well as some tender greens and herbs laid out, and there are strips of rabbit meat on the cutting board. There is also the basket of crackplot apples that Rosencrantz brought in, but John will be damned if he makes anyone here a cobbler.

He is currently trying to decide between Roast Rosemary Rabbit and Rabbit Stir-Fry.

Anyone who wants to share John's cooking shift, wander into the kitchen to be snarked at, or get crackplotted can feel free to join him.

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[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*so he'll open the oven door, check on his roasting bits of rabbit, and then lean against the counter--he is about to complain that he can't get cigarettes anymore, but it's a little too tactless even for him*

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Anyway.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Still saying it.

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

I've known Perry too long not to.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

It's the only appropriate response to him.

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, yes.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Sometimes?

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

He's not always insufferable.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Neither am I. It doesn't prove anything.

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Who's trying to prove anything?

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*frustrated* No one, then. Never mind.

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Sorry. *not sure what he's apologizing for*

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*doesn't apologize*

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Did I do something wrong again?

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

No. No, you didn't do anything wrong but be so fucking tolerant of everyone around you, sores on your skin and the patience of Job even for people like me, even for people like Perry--

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Patience? I think you're confusing me with your brother.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Not in the least. If you're Job, he must bloody well be the son of God. *which appeared to be a bit of a motif, if we aren't mistaken--*

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

What does that make you?

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*shrug* I don't know. You've got Jesus Christ, Superstar memorized--who was the one who said, "I don't know him"?

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Peter. But then he gets "Could We Start Again Please."

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

You would try to make this a redemption narrative. *wonders if it could be*

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

Who, me?

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

You. Sentimental of you. *but there's no offense in it any longer*

[notsincecarrie.livejournal.com]

I can't help it. I was born that way.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't recognize you without it.