towerofanimus | Coming out of hiding

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Coming out of hiding

Characters: Samwise Gamgee and all the food (also you)
Setting: Cafeteria, dinner time and then the kitchens
Format: Either
Summary: Sam is happy it is no longer a Jason month. Also there is fall out from the last event.
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[Cafeteria] Since Sam had come back from dying, and that would never not sound strange and frightening to him, he had spent all his time in his room. There was so much he could have done, a whole library of books to read, meadows and gardens to explore, and tend to after the strong winds. But he had just stayed in his room, seeing no point in anything.

The death was strange, just as it had been the first time. Coming back was frightening but it was before the death that had been the worst. All those he knew from home, their cruel words.

Sam had never heard mister Frodo so angry at anything. And it hurt so deep that that anger had been because of him.

He had been going to the cafeteria every couple of days to get some nutrient bars, and today he arrived to realise the month had changed. There was actual food now.

It was enough to lift his mood a tiny bit. He took a plate and went to sit down, finding a table to sit at.

Kitchen Sam entered the kitchen, he worked there and it had been something else he had been avoiding. But he figured now there were actually dishes to wash he should do some work. And hobbits weren't really made to be solitary, he had missed conversation, even just hearing it.

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[Why is he being so awkward? Sam looks at him curiously] Not sure about species as such but we are different then men yes, different from elves and dwarves too. [Definitely different than orcs but that went without saying]

[~~But does Rick really need an excuse to be awkward~~]

...E-Elves and... [He's quite confused.] ...S-Sorry, I...g-guess my w-world d-doesn't have...well it's k-kind of h-hard for me to p-p-picture... [Rick hides behind his tea again.] ...n-nevermind.

It's alright, it's hard for me to imagine the worlds a lot of folk around here come from. [He smiled] There are two elves from my world here though, and a dwarf.

[Rick is past censoring himself at this point. His eyebrows disappear into his hairline.]

R-Really? [The smile that crosses his face is both pleased and somewhat apologetic.] ...You're...l-lucky.

I am, they are all nice folk though, because of the queer stuff that happens around here Thorin is actually someone I grew up hearing stories of, but here he is a young dwarf. It's all very strange.

[He chuckles and finishes off his tea.] Th--That's a g-good way of p-putting it. A-Although, I w-wonder...

[Rick is pensive for only a moment before he dismisses the thought with a wave of his hand.]

...nah, that's...I'm p-probably wrong.

[Sam blinked] What were you going to say? You will never know if you never speak it out loud.

[At first Rick seems too bashful to continue, blushing pink and waving more emphatically to ward Sam off. Of course this doesn't last for very long.]

...A-Alright, alright. D-Don't laugh. [He shrugs a little reluctantly.] ...W-Well I've b-been told...that Z-Zo can o-only b-bring one p-person from each w-world here. So...even if you r-recognize s-s-someone from y-your world...th--they're a-actually from some...I dunno...

[Rick cycles his hands, failing to conjure the right phrase.]

...a-alternate...place. I'm...r-really not e-explaining this well. [Beat.] --A-Anyway, my th--thought is...well the w-world's a p-pretty big place, right? I w-wonder...how many p-people here are f-from my, ah, 'u-universe,' but I just h-haven't m-met them? Does that...?

[He frowns. No...that didn't make any sense.]

I wont, promise. [And he doesn't laugh at all because it's a really good point that Rick has. He nods] Yeah I heard that too, that we aren't from exactly the same place and there are a lot of versions of the same people and all that. I bet there might be a few from versions of your world, because there are a fair few folk in the world and I only ever met a few handful outside my town.

[Despite Sam's acceptance of his theory, Rick still seems embarrassed by it, chuckling anxiously massaging his chin.]

I dunno. I'm...r-really bad at th--this c-c-conceptual stuff, it's n-not, um...not s-something I think a-about much. [He hops off the counter; it's probably been long enough for that chicken to sit.] I g-guess...I mean, l-like you just s-said, the w-world's a big p-place. What are the odds of th--three p-people you know sh--showing up h-here?

...Y-You do know th--them, r-right?

"I do. Well... I know two of them and know of the third, but only through stories."

He frowns, "It is odd that out of everyone there are others that I know here, out of everyone in the whole world."

[Rick gives his chin a pensive scratch as he once again disappears into the freezer.]

M-Maybe it has s-s-something to do w-with...ah... [Beat--Rick is no doubt gesturing up a frenzy in there.] ...well, s-something else Z-Zo t-told me. He s-said he can o-only, um, 'g-grab onto' certain p-people.

He did? [Sam had thought that it was mostly random, for he didn't know much about rescuing souls at all.] What did he say?

...Not m-much else a-apart from that. [He reappears with the bags of chicken and spice water, closing the freezer with his back.] He d-doesn't s-s-seem to know h-himself. I m-mean, he's j-just a k-kid...I don't b-blame him.

[Sam nodded] He is very young, it seems. It is bad that those that are older will not help us, at least not freely. [Or at all, he doubted]

[Rick pauses from patting the chicken dry to shoot Sam an inquisitive look.]

...Not R-Riki?

[Honestly, he'd only heard bad things about Ruana and Jason...not much else about the one in charge this month. And so far, he didn't have any complaints. Food, good wine--even the glamour seemed more stable.]

He seems nicer, but I think it's more he doesn't care if you get my meaning, but the food is better in his months and though I've only seen one of his months what happened were not so bad...

[Rick chuckles rather bitterly.]

'N-Not so bad,' eh?

Well not as bad as what happened in Jason's month, or Ruana's.

[Migrating to the stove. He can use this a grill, right?...]

Fair e-enough. [He pulls a face.] ...N-Now that you m-mention it...I d-don't think R-Ruana's been in ch--charge since they b-brought me here.

[And if his count of administrators is correct, that would mean...oh dear. He's not going to like next month.]

She was fair mad last time she was in charge... [He blinked sadly, not liking to remember]

[Rick's not sure if Sam means "mad" as in "angry" or "crazy," but both interpretations seem unpleasant and, based on the hobbit's expression, equally uncomfortable to relate. He decides not to press further.]

...S-Somehow I'm n-n-not s-surprised.

[A beat; the industrial stove-top begins to heat and sizzle, and the smell of cooking chicken, rich with the burning scent of curry, permeates the kitchen.]

...You're, ah...h-holding up o-okay, still? [Any encounter with Ruana, no matter how long ago it was, warrants worry.]

[He nods] I am... as well as can be in a place such as this.

[He shakes his head] It's funny how you think you have seen the worst that you could see and reached the limit to what you can bear and then worse things happen and you can still continue... Life is funny that way.

[He smiles, though it's reminiscent in a sad sort of way.]

...W-Well it h-helps to have s-s-someone to t-talk to a-about it, yeah?

It does, and it's good to not be alone, even if I would not wish this place upon anyone.

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