Who: Joshua and Open (multiple threads welcomed) What: Dinner Where: The youth shelter When: Forward dated to Friday evening Warnings: tbd
Status: open: in progress
To say Joshua enjoyed working at the Shelter would've been a stretch. He enjoyed helping the young people living there, helped they feel like they deserved a safe place to sleep, a place where they were treated as humans with a soul-not the labels society placed on them through no fault of their own. What damped his spirits was finding their histories in the first place-what drove them to such means. He knew people were capable of evil, how even family wasn't always a safety net, but it just made the guilt he felt all the worse for not being able to fully help those that sought shelter there.
He did what he could though; cleaning and taking donations. If one of the kids needed an ear or was having a rough day, he'd carefully find a way to atleast temporarily heal their mental stress-nothing too obvious of course, but it was enough that they weren't nearly so aggressive all the time. He was taking classes and courses to help with the more troubled children one-on-one, but for the moment, he would have to take the more subtle approach.
Preparing meals was something he could mostly get away with. Having spent a good number of years in either a temple or living with Ascetics, he was no stranger to cooking for himself, and the modern ways of heating and preparing food just made it easier. Thanks to books and the Internet, he also had the means and recipes to read on foods he originally wasn't familiar with. Plus, thanks to The Divine Spark, there was always enough for leftovers or stragglers who came in later, even if the budget only allowed for a certain amount of meat, bread or vegetables.
Inwardly, he knew the Elders would have a fit if they saw him working on the Sabbath, but they weren't around and even if they were-he'd tell them to go drown themselves. People needed to eat after all.
Dinner for the evening was something called cottage pie; he knew of Shepard's pie, but out of memory for Biff, he couldn't bring himself to use lamb as meat and instead went for beef. Along with the mains was a mixed green salad and various things to drink-all meant to chase away the chill of a rather cold and rainy day. Certainly the kids seemed to like it.
He was at the sink, washing dishes when he heard someone come by the kitchen. "There's still some left." He called out, eye still on his work.