[Day 212] Well it woulda been coulda been worse than you would ever know... [OPEN]

[hellpyre]

Who: Everyone!
Open: Open
When: Day 212, evening
Where: in front of the Distillery
What: No one died during the horrible plague scare! That's reason enough for a feast and a mingle log right?
Format: Any!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any but will adjust if needed

[Someone has been busy today. The kitchen and Distillery has been noisy and bustling, a departure from the much more quiet days when the illness was spreading through the Bastion and survival was once more on the uncertain scale of things. Somewhere around the time that the night cycle begins, when the sky is more of an orange-ish glow fading in to blue and purple, a large spread of food has been set up near the Distillery with glass lanterns hanging overhead.

Just like any other time there has been a feast be it random or planned, there is a wide selection of food on the covered, decorated tables. There's even meat this time! And yes, Aoi, your doughnuts have been transferred from your trees to a platter on the table. There's even a section for Paar, complete with massive amounts of bbq'd mammoth meat! You can thank Colin for that.

There's really no announcement for the feast, but chances are if you're outside at any point today you'll see the progress towards the set up, or smell the delicious scents wafting over the Bastion. (There might even be music playing, if Colin finds a way to provide it!)

Either way, come dusk food will be ready and mingling will be had!]

(ooc: Standard mingle log right here. Throw your threads up, poke other people's threads, and eat all the food!)

Comments

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko has sampled some of the meat herself. Maybe she didn't eat it with such... gusto, but she can kind of understand the sentiment.

She doesn't mind his appearance. It's not exactly something he can help, and she probably has a smudge of barbecue sauce on her own face somewhere.]

Not bad, is it?

[wayofvoice]

It is a fine meal. I have only sampled such a taste once before when the Cael's Harvest Festival overtook the Bastion. It is a pleasure to try it once again.

You have been enjoying such things as well, Yolvahzah?

[daughterofursa]

[Zuko nods.]

It's nowhere near as spicy as the food back home, but it's nice.

[wayofvoice]

One can always bring such things of our homes here. I have done so already- the plants near the river are of Tamriel.

[They're probably easy to miss. You know. Glowing and making chiming noises.]

[daughterofursa]

I'm not sure exactly how they're made, and it seems silly to waste shards on fire flakes.

...I noticed the plants. Are they edible?

[wayofvoice]

To a degree. They are used in alchemy, so some preparation must be needed.

[daughterofursa]

The turtle ducks don't seem interested in eating them, but I thought I'd ask.

[...yeah, she's really just worried about a bunch of turtle ducks. Not actually interested in the plants.]

[wayofvoice]

It seems as though they and the other creatures which you have brought in have been doing well.

[daughterofursa]

Everything people have brought in seems to do pretty well here.

[Well. The mammoth they're eating might disagree, but.]

We're the ones who have trouble.

[wayofvoice]

[The mammoths are just going to have to suck it up.]

Geh, we do... Yet it cannot be denied that despite all the danger and tragedy, we are thriving here.

[daughterofursa]

I don't know if this is what you'd call thriving, but... we're getting by.

[wayofvoice]

You do not think so?

[His tone isn't confused or accusing as he asks that. Just inquiring and nudging.]

[daughterofursa]

Well...

[Zuko hesitates, thinking.]

We spend a lot of our time just trying not to get ourselves killed. We can pull together when it's important, but we're disorganized. We're not... a society. Most of the improvements we make around here are selfish.

[wayofvoice]

Some may say that being able to afford such selfishness is a sign we are not merely surviving and little else.

Yet it is true- we are not organized as any Hold might be. I have been thinking of organizing things of my own accord- simply in the skills and talents of those here.

[daughterofursa]

You mean just to keep track of who's good at what? That's not a bad idea.

[wayofvoice]

I am glad you think so.

I will work on it soon, then. I will perhaps need another to transcribe such things onto less... permanent surfaces, however.

[His talons tap against the ground meaningfully.]

[daughterofursa]

I might be able to, phonetically anyway. I think I have your writing down.

[wayofvoice]

That would be much appreciated. I am grateful for such quick students to teach.

[daughterofursa]

I don't know how quickly I'm getting the rest of it, but there aren't many characters to learn.

[wayofvoice]

You have a ready reference, should you ever feel lost.

[It's why he put up that giant slab of rock near the river in the first place, after all. And, of course, there's always himself.]

[daughterofursa]

I think it'll just take time.

[She's only about two weeks into dragonspeak classes, after all.]

[wayofvoice]

Most things do. So long as we keep this place safe, time we shall have.

[daughterofursa]

Well, I don't think we'll have any shortage of things to fill it with.

[wayofvoice]

Geh. The Bastion has much potential.

[daughterofursa]

When you put it that way... I guess it does.