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1 Audio Broadcast & 2 Open Logs

Who; Llewellyn & Anyone!
What; 1 Audio broadcast & 2 Open Logs
Where; The logs are at the Historium & the market!
When; Over the first couple weeks in May!
Warnings; Nothing to start, will update if anything happens!

1 - Tellphone

[Clearing his throat a little, Llewellyn tried to think of where to start, he’s been snooping around for a few days and compiling some notes.]

Hello! I’m sure everyone is rather used to these sorts of broadcasts now, but uh— I’ve only just arrived in the last few days. My name is Llewellyn Watts-Maresh, to get introductions out of the way.

I’ve been catching up on the goings on already, seems like there’s a lot going on right now that I’d like to offer my assistance with. So! I’ll skip directly to the main point of my broadcast.

While this world is a significant improvement on my last... I’m finding myself in need of a starting point. I’m accustomed to having an office to work from, but I don’t believe I’ll have the funds to open something myself from the start. Is there possibly a private investigation firm already that would be looking for a detective? I… don’t need much space. I’ve gotten used to taking my work outdoors in the past, but a desk to keep my notes and work at on occasion would be appreciated.

[And he paused, humming a little as he mulled over a secondary thought he’d been playing with since he arrived.]

That aside, I’m also knowledgeable with floriography. Even if this worlds is different from my own, I’m a fast study. I’ve had practice in making arrangements for various meanings and occasions, and before I was pulled here I was dabbling in gardening…? So if anyone is looking for some part-time help there, I wouldn’t mind doing that on the side. I uh— I like to keep busy.

[And if he and his husband ever do figure out how to purchase a home, he knows they’ll need the money for it. Being cooped up in a small apartment is not ideal long term.]

Mm… That should do it, thank you.

2 - Historium

Llewellyn might have been a little slower to get here than he normally would have been, too distracted with this new world and getting his feet under him. But any sort of library was a good starting point to see what kind of references were available when you wanted to investigate and learn more about certain things about a place that might not be readily available through word of mouth. Or things that were just easier to find out on your own, as he was prone to doing.

It was… a lot more disorganized than the last giant library he’d frequented, but that actually wasn’t a big issue for the detective. His thought process already tended towards the chaotic and scattered, so he actually felt rather at home in the place. It wasn’t hard to start at one shelf, scan the titles, and grab something before he continued onward.

Anyone around the Historium would see Llewellyn either with a few books under his arm, or sitting on a table (using the chair as a footrest) and leafing through a selection curiously. Once in a while, he’d stop, jot a few thoughts down in messy scrawl in his notebook, and then continue reading…

He’s not so absorbed in his task that he doesn’t notice anyone else around him. Llewellyn could be quite paranoid and didn’t enjoy being surprised, so unless you’re particularly sneaky, he would be quite aware if someone were to approach…

3 - Market

There were several places that Llewellyn could be guaranteed to be found if you needed him. The first being where ever he worked (he truly was a workaholic at times), with his husband (obvious, perhaps), and the market… The last being because Llewellyn usually found himself in need of a snack every few hours, he tended to think better on a full stomach and his metabolism was rather high given how little he sat around.

It was also his other go to for making contacts and gathering information on a place. People talked, especially shop and food stall employees. They saw or heard about everything going on in the city, after all, and if you were a frequent enough customer, they tended to appreciate your business enough to be on friendly terms.

Given this was another new world… Llewellyn was starting from scratch. So over the course of his first few weeks in this place, through the day, he’d take a stroll through the market whenever he was feeling hungry. Every time he’d stop somewhere, he’d take a few minutes to chat and get to know the person working, he might not remember names right away, but if he stopped there frequently enough he’d start to commit things to memory (and he certainly wrote more important conversations down).

If approached, Llewellyn would actually be quite happy to talk, as long as no one minded his snacking… He’d even offer to share.

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“From what I’ve seen, they certainly seem to for the residents of this world.” Still, rather strange to watch something doing most of the work that horses would in his world. But as strange things went, it was definitely one of the more interesting ones, and far less sinister than the oddities he’d known in the last world. Llewellyn still couldn’t help go back to the thoughts over how nice it was to see living creatures so plentiful in this world.

Humming a little, he walked a little closer. After all, Llewellyn tended to be sociable, and he had his snacks now to enjoy. Might as well see if this stranger had anything interesting to say. He still had a lot of catching up to do. “Someone told me that they have pleasant temperaments, while birds this large where I’m from tend to be rather disagreeable to human company.”

Pausing to take a bite of his pretzel, he eye’d the purchases Ignis had been making. That was quite a lot of fish and crustaceans, made him wonder if the man was organizing something or if he had a lot of people to feed… How interesting. “That’s uh— quite a purchase you have there? You must be quite the chef, or know one.” He commented absentmindedly, the detective could think of a few very good dishes that involved some of the things he’d seen packaged up.

It was really quite the sight to see something so familiar like chocobos reside in the strange new world. But maybe somehow they'd gotten into whatever time warp trap that he had. And it gave him hope that maybe the lads would run across it at some point even if time had somehow stopped back in his world. He would love to see them even if this wasn't a place where they belonged.

It amused him that this man was inspecting the bird closer. And again Nida passed through his mind because the birds really did have even temperaments but that somehow changed with Nida. "The ones here mostly seem tame and easy to get along with." Again, unless your name was Nida.

Looking back at the crabs, Ignis nodded. "I'm a chef at the hunting lodge here. Crabs are familiar cooking, so I thought to pop down here and see what I can do with them." Which of course meant he had a lot of people to feed between the hunters, the regulars and the curious. And of course he tried to bring food home for his fiancée'.

“Mm… They’re certainly impressive creatures.” He responded a moment later, though the detective wasn’t sure that he’d be spending much time in their company beyond moments in passing like this. He was too fidgety to ride around in a carriage, and he’d never taken to riding horses in his own world… so chocobos were unlikely here as well. The detective preferred to get around on his own two feet as long as the distance wasn’t too great.

Finally, tearing his attention away from the chocobo, he gave Ignis his attention proper. So he was correct in his guess that the man was a chef. Smiling a little, he glanced at the packages thoughtfully. So crabs were a normality of sorts it seemed that existed in other worlds, where chocobos were a unique creature that took the place of horses in others… Fascinating.

“Well, the lodge is lucky to have your uh— talents by the looks of it. Crab is good, I knew someone who made excellent crab cakes once, and crab bisque isn’t bad either.” He responded, clearly the sort to eat just about anything. Perhaps that had to do with the fact that he couldn’t cook himself and tended to rely on restaurants and whatever food stands were available.

"That they are." Ignis replied lifting a hand to scratch under the chocobo's head. Of course he'd learned this was one of her favourite things and the bird quickly learned that he loved to spoil her.

It was then that he noticed the man was looking more at him now and was giving out dishes that he'd never heard of. However the scholar in him was immediately intrigued and mentally pondered what these dishes looked like. "Crab cakes?" Ignis asked, interested. And he had to think if he'd ever heard of anyone making crab bisque. And the more he thought about it, the more he had to silently admit that was a thing he hadn't heard of.

He had access to cookbooks and of course this was something he planned to fully investigate. Maybe it was time to get in the kitchen after doing a bit of research.

Llewellyn’s brows rose at the question, now he was interested himself. Did they not make crab cakes in other worlds?

One could point out that he didn’t make them either, but he did eat them on occasion. “Mm… They’re small, fried cakes with crab and other seasoning in them? They’re a simple dish, I suppose, but quite delicious.” Llewellyn responded, lowering his pretzel snack while he gestured with his free hand rather animatedly. Food was an exciting topic, and admittedly the detective was always curious about dishes from other worlds or eras that were later than his.

"I see." Ignis replied after listening to what was being said. Fried crab in small cake form, well that didn't sound as if it was too difficult. "That will certainly be something to research." Recipe books were pretty easy to come by here so that was something that he had easy access to. Not to mention the Historium and the new library were other resources.

However, his green eyes hadn't missed that..whatever bread thing the other was waving around. He hadn't seen anything like that before today..but then again maybe he had missed it which would be a shame really. "And I have a question for you if I may."

Llewellyn nodded a little to that, “Glad I could offer a new idea, then.” Or an old idea in a new world, he supposed. It made him wonder what kinds of things were cooked in this man’s world. “What were you planning on making with the crab you purchased today, if you don’t mind my asking?” One of the fascinating things about meeting people from other places, worlds or times was the differences (or similarities) in cuisine. Even in his own world, his favourite thing about travelling had been getting to try local dishes.

Going back to take another bite of his snack, his eyebrows rose a little at the question. Llewellyn wondered what the man wanted to know, given he hadn’t been here long… Then again, maybe he had another question about crab cakes. That would be unfortunate, given he really didn’t cook himself and couldn’t offer any tips. “Mm… You may, though I can’t say that I can promise a satisfying answer. That’s entirely dependent on what your question is.”

"There is a crab curry recipe that I've made back home plenty of times. So I'm taking them and am going to make quite the feast out of them." It was a new dish he was going to be trying on the patrons there and it was important that he did it slowly. So he had some makeshift salt water tanks for the side walkers to exist in until he needed more of them. No sense in cooking all of them at one time and perhaps wasting the meat.

And if it didn't take off in a bot of time he'd try something else and this fried crab cake thing was a new idea he was definitely going to pursue. And if that didn't work, he'd let them go.

But at being given the go ahead for his question, Ignis nodded. "I was wondering if you could tell me what that is in your hand that you're eating."

He'd never seen anything like it.

Ah… Now Ignis really had his attention. “Crab curry? I’ve never had it. But! I was recently introduced to another kind of curry in the last world I was in. It was something we got rather fond of.” By we, he meant him and his husband. It had become something of a treat when one of them brought dinner home from work. Now he was intrigued, and wondered if he might have to stop at this lodge and see if he could get some for him and Rhy some night… Once they figured out a few other things, of course. Once they had jobs and covered some of the more important necessities first, then they could enjoy eating out a little more again.

Which would be a great day… Neither of the men could really cook.

Llewellyn was pleasantly surprised to find the question was one that he could easily (and gladly) answer. Glancing at the baked good in his hand, he offered a smile. “Oh! Yes, of course. They’re called pretzels, uh…” He realized that didn’t really tell Ignis what they were, so much as the name. “They’re bread dough, rolled out and twisted into a knot. They’re put in a lye bath and then baked, usually with salt. At least they were in my world. I’ve more recently been introduced to a few other varieties that were all quite good too. Like dessert styled pretzels, or pretzels stuffed with cheese and seasoned.”

It was Ignis' turn to wonder what kind of foods that Llewellyn was used to eating. "Well traditionally it's made from crab, and a beast known as Shieldshears though I suppose it does rather resemble a larger crustacean now that I think on it. Add some sweet pepper and the curry, and it's all rather good."

If he did say so himself that was.

But that's what he was going to be making. He had a penchant for seafood though he wouldn't discuss why that was. And he had shown Noct the seafood festival while they were on their journey. Hopefully this man would come by at some point and check it all out. As Ignis was used to cooking for four grown men, he and Nida didn't put away half
of what he bought and downsizing the cooking had been both a bit puzzling and a challenge.

However his attention went back to the treat in the other man's hand and tried to study it without blatantly staring at it because that was rude. But he listened avidly and even if he wasn't familiar with the process, he could pull out his scholarly side and do research.

"Dessert pretzels." he mused. Stuffed with cheese? Well he knew one man who would very willingly go along with his culinary adventures and who knew what they could come up with. So the advisor smiled with a nod. "That all sounds like quite a worthy time investment."

How interesting… It seemed like Ignis was from a different world with perhaps a few similarities… But definitely not like his own, what kind of other dishes might be common there? He couldn’t help but wonder, after all… Llewellyn’s favourite way to learn about other places and cultures in his own world had largely been to try the local food. With so many people being pulled into one place, it meant that cuisine tended to be varied and there was a lot to try. “Mm… Perhaps once my husband and I have gotten properly settled here, I’ll have to get some for us to try.”

Llewellyn was an observant man, some would say too observant and nosy. So it was easy enough to notice that Ignis was trying to not stare at the pretzel. Manners were an odd thing, and he could respect when people tried to adhere to them.. But it wasn’t as though looking at the pretzel seemed rude to him. Staring at him while he ate it? Perhaps a little odd, yes, but not the pretzel he was simply holding. That aside… The detective rummaged around a suit pocket with his free hand. Pulling something wrapped carefully in a handkerchief out, before he unwrapped it to reveal a second pretzel. He had bought a second knowing he’d eventually get hungry again and it would save him a trip back. Rhy could chastise him for keeping snacks in his suit pockets later, though he would argue that he’d at least wrapped it. It was a habit, and one that he wouldn’t break.

But Ignis seemed curious, and it would save a little awkwardness to just give it away. “You can try if you like, they’re uh— quite worth it in my opinion.”

Hearing the word 'husband' made Ignis smile. It made him think of his own husband to be and how their wedding date seemed to be approaching faster than either of them made decisions on what the festivities would be like. And then it seemed the other man seemed quite preoccupied with searching for something, no doubt hidden in the recesses of his suit.

And then a second pretzel materialized and Ignis couldn't help but slightly chuckle at the sight. But the advisor wasn't certain this beautiful piece of dough offer should be taken lightly though he'd only break off a small piece if the other was certain. It looked mouthwatering and of course his mind was going over the earlier instructions that Llewellyn had given to him as for its preparation and cooking methods.

"Are you certain?"

The question gets a quick nod, and he waved the pretzel a little for the man to indeed take it. “Wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.” He responded in an honest tone, which was to say he wasn’t going to rescind his offer at the last moment. Chances were, he’d let Ignis have the whole thing and go back for a couple more himself.

Then the detective belatedly recalled his old partner, Jackson, who had turned up his nose rather firmly in trying them. He’d thought they looked strange, and he wasn’t fond of trying new things for all he did. Occasionally he’d bring the detective one to cheer him up… Such an odd man, but Llewellyn missed him. That said, the point was that he realized that Ignis might not actually want it. “That is, if you actually want it. If not, I can keep it for later.” He added with an awkward shrug.

"I appreciate the offer." And still he debated. He obviously didn't want to deprive this man of his snack but it had been offered and the other didn't seem inclined to make insincere offers.

So he gently took the doughy treat and nodded his thanks. Taking a bite, the salt and dough seemed to melt together which made it wonderful. Okay, now he was definitely going to have to make these. And Nida would be the victim of his tries until he got it right.

Keeping his face somewhat neutral, Ignis pulled back and looked at the inside of the thing which seemed to be made of nothing but dough. "This is quite the treat."

Llewellyn smiled a little, glad that Ignis had decided to try it after all. The detective waited to see what the man thought, taking a few bites of his own in the meantime… How curious. Ignis seemed to be rather good at keeping a neutral expression on his face. It hardly betrayed what the man was thinking, which honestly interesting.

Perhaps, Llewellyn supposed, the man was trying to pick apart the flavour notes and get an idea for what might go into them. He was a cook, after all.

His smiled spread a little more widely though at the comment, “That they are. I’ve uh— come to think of them as a staple of my day. They always make a nice snack or a quick lunch in a pinch.” Which happened on occasion when you were working a case and too busy to stop for a proper meal.

Another few thoughtful chews and Ignis swallowed the treat. "It is a bit on the salty side, but that does add quite a bit of flavour when it mixes with the dough." Oh oy he was going to have a good time with learning how to make these delicious tasty treats. And Noct would more than likely eat everything the vendor had along with Prompto and Gladio if they were to someday grace this world with their presence.

Maybe someday.

But Llewellyn's words about them being lunch had him curious. "A quick lunch..mayhaps sometimes accompanied by a salad." A starch and vegetable made sense if a protein wasn't handy at the time.

“Uh— Perhaps, if you have the time to get a salad as well…” He responded thoughtfully, not adverse to the idea. “Not quite so convenient to carry around though.” That said, even if he could stand to eat healthier meals? The detective' should not be encouraged to try to keep salad in his pockets. That would not do at all, but at least even he had to admit that seemed impractical... When he meant a quick lunch, he meant literally eating while he was walking between points of interest in a case. Once Llewellyn was on a particular trail, he tended to stay focused until he came to a block that required more time and thought.

That being said, such single-mindedness had made him a bit blind to trouble on occasion.

"That is quite true." He was simply thinking of things to make with it provided that he was home and entertaining Nida who was going to be the 'victim' of his attempts. "But at home it wouldn't be an issue to pair the two." Of course feeding his family was just a thing he did naturally as it had been a thing he accomplished on the road back home with feeding four grown men.

Sometimes it had been a challenge to come up with new recipehs. And he had to go with whatever was available because the market wasn't always available or a good idea to go and waste gas and go out of their way to get ingredients.

“I suppose a chefs quick meal and a detectives are rather different.” Llewellyn responded with a small rise of his brow, considering it after the fact. “And a nice salad would be good if you have time to sit down for it… Something I could stand to remember a little more often.” He added with a wry smile.

It was hard for him to imagine sitting down for a meal sometimes, aside from at the end of the day when he or Rhy brought home a full meal to share together… But it was a hard mindset for him to get into regularly, Llewellyn’s life had been constantly on the go for years. He hadn’t been welcome at his first place of work which meant his ‘office’ had been outside while he walked, and his life had been rather full of turmoil that made him throw himself headfirst into case after case.

On the one hand, he was one of the youngest people to make detective in Toronto at the time. On the other, it meant grabbing something fast and easy to eat while he walked more often than not. Even at the Sphere, much of his time was spent focusing on cases than on settling… So it was a new idea, one that he was at least trying to work on with the help of his husband and starting fresh in a new world.

"There are plenty of places that offer a place to sit. But then again I suppose you would need the time." And detectives might not always have such a luxury, that was true. "But should you find yourself over by the Hunting Lodge, I can make sure that you have a nice place to sit and remain unbothered."

Working at the Lodge he'd sort of been 'adopted' by the Hunters there. Ignis was always quick and efficient with meals and of course there were times he'd been a Hunter in his own right. So the lads there knew he could Hunt and cook and there was the utmost respect for a man who could wield a knife just as fiercely on the field and in the kitchen. And if he didn't want to be bothered the hunters covered for him. Of course he was certain that by extension that would be given to his friends.

“And time is in short supply sometimes.” He responded with a small nod of agreement. Still, he caught himself before he turned the offer down. This was a new world, the second away from his own he’d been to. The tail end of his time in his last world he’d been trying to re-learn that life was about more than work, and this was an entirely fresh start… No one had seen his memories here, no one could ask or bring up things that would push him into ‘work mode’ again.

“Thank you, I’ll uh— try to keep that in mind then. It might be good to have a quiet space to sort out my notes if I need a different view than the office or the gardens.” And if Rhy wanted to eat out, perhaps he’d suggest they stop by for a meal once in a while. They did need to find a few new places to frequent when they were out.

Ignis nodded. He wasn't about to push the man and after all they'd just met. Plus he had a husband and that would be something important to consider as well. So his attention was called away for just a moment to let him know that the crustaceans were secured and the advisor had to get them to where they needed to go.

"I must apologize, as I do believe speaking on culinary matters has temporarily robbed me of my manners. I'm Ignis Scientia, it's a pleasure to meet you." He had no idea if the man would reciprocate in turn, but it was worth it. "And if you decide to come to the Lodge, your husband is welcome as well should you choose to do so."

There was a smile. "And I must thank you for allowing me to partake of your doughy treat."

Llewellyn waved off the apology. It really wasn’t necessary. “Mm… It isn’t as though I gave you my name, and sometimes one gets distracted by their work. I know I do.” He responded with a light shrug. Goodness knew he did. “But It’s uh— nice to meet you too, I’m Llewellyn Watts-Maresh.” He added, remembering his own manners. He offered a hand for a moment, before he realized Ignis’ hands were occupied by the bags of crustaceans he’d just been handed and cleared his throw clumsily.

Instead, he tucked his hands back in his pockets and offered a polite nod. “Thank you for the invite. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. I was happy to share, it’s good to try new things… right?” He added with a grin before removing a hand from his jacket pocket to wave in what he thought might be the direction of the lodge. “I presume you must be on your way though, and I should get back to my own day… It was good to meet you though, I look forward to speaking again.” He added, not wanting to keep the man. Plus, he had an office to find, needing to secure more work himself.

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