Video; Forward-dated to the 7th

[shifting]

Hey there.

[it's a Louisiana accent, for those in the know. A Louisiana accent attached to a wary (and worn) looking man in his late thirties, rubbing a hand against the rough stubble on his chin. He's in a black suit jacket over a simple white, striped formal shirt, a black tie. Not Sam's usual fare, not by far, but no one here is going to know that.]

...So I'm gonna warn you now that you've probably heard all I'm gonna say before. Sorry for that. I have spent a little time gettin' some lay of the land, probably not enough, but enough to get that I'm not the first to be this confused at showin' up, or the first who's come from somethin' a little hard, and who this situation ain't exactly helpful to. I get that, and I won't bother you none with it.

Now, I've figured out through the lack of True Blood on the shelves an' the fact that apparently my town doesn't even exist anymore, that there's a lot more to this than bein' a few states over. And I'm gonna try to adjust to that, same as anyone. I'll even give bein' an assistant manager at the De Chima Vineyard a good go, despite not really bein' a wine man.

But... [he sighs deeply] ...the best way I figure to do that adjustin' is by talkin' with people. I've always found that more helpful than just nosin' around on my own. I owned a bar and grill back in Bon Temps - that's that non-existent town I mentioned - and managed some rentals. People and business are what I know. They're what I'm comfortable with. So I hope you don't mind me askin' ya'll to just talk with me a bit. Maybe 'bout what it's been like for you to be here, or any tips you've got for a newcomer. Hell, at this point I'd just settle for you givin' out the name of your favorite place to drink or eat.

'Cause sometimes all we need's just not to feel alone.

[he licks his bottom lip, considers, and nods his thanks.]

So, my name's Sam Merlotte. I'll thank you in advance for hearin' me out.

Comments

[shifting]

...Yeah, I've got no idea what the fuck that means. That's some sort of social media, right?

[irassible]

Social what?

[shifting]

...Social media. Like Twitter and Facebook and things like that, the sites people use to talk to each other.

[uh.]

I'm... guessin' you might not have those where you're from?

[irassible]

I don't know what any of those words mean.

[ There's a noticeably bitter cut to his words when he says that. ]

[shifting]

They're, uh... [he leans back.] ...Well, shit, I'm gonna be honest with you, while I'm sure you could learn 'em I'm not sure it makes sense for you to.

Would you rather be cookin'? Since you said that's what you did back home?

[irassible]

I'd prefer it, yes.

[ Not that it was his job job...but there's a noticeable lack of people in need of saving, or monsters in need of being banished, no matter what he'd been told when he arrived. ]

[shifting]

I say you ditch what they gave you altogether then. Start applyin' to some of the restaurants near where you're livin'.

[irassible]

I'd thought about it. I'm no stranger to finding work.

[shifting]

Well I can hardly make that decision from you, but I think that'd make the most sense.

[irassible]

[ He opens his mouth to say

"When they look at me--"

but he stops. Sam is friendly, but he is not a friend. Six has no friends here, and isn't out to make them.

So he just makes a noise of acknowledgement. ] It's an option, which is all I could hope for here.

I'll make my way, one way or another. Wouldn't be the first time.

[shifting]

Well, I don't know how much I can help with that, but if you think I can I'm glad to do it. [since it sounds like Six comes from a world either severely out of time or out of place with this one, both concepts Sam is trying to wrap his mind around.]

[irassible]

[ His first instinct is to say no thanks.

But he holds it in, and says instead: ] I'll remember that, Sam Merlotte.

[shifting]

Good. And what should I call you?

[irassible]

Six.

[shifting]

[huh.]

...All right then. Six it is. It's good to meet you.

[irassible]

Same.

[ And that'll be all from him today, though Sam may notice continued feedback including: sounds of doors opening, swearing over the on-and-off sounds of a vacuum, and then a louder, closer swear as Six realizes he left the thing live, before the communication finally ends. ]