[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

[tophgirl]

[Possibly the same place this tiny girl is shoving her gigantic plate of food. It's not so much that she's super hungry; mostly she just enjoys being able to do everything her parents wouldn't let her do. They'd never let her attend a feast, and if they had, they certainly wouldn't have let her eat in this unladylike fashion.

She reaches out to grab another dish for her plate — maybe it's the same thing he's reaching for?]

[superdrowningskills]

[As a matter of fact, it is what he's reaching for, and finds himself slightly startled by there being a tiny girl hand where he wasn't expecting one and the ensuing hand collision. Alucard instinctively retracts his hand before his brain catches up to the situation.

Briefly he considers continuing on as if nothing had happened, but thinks better of it. It would be rude not to at least apologize to a lady.]

...My apologies.

[tophgirl]

[Lady? What lady? Toph ain't no lady. A lady is what her parents wanted.

She spits on the ground and takes a bite of her food before answering with her mouth still full.]

Don't worry 'bout it.

[Such delicacy and grace.]

[superdrowningskills]

[Delicacy and grace are for when your meal might escape if startled or when trying not to set off traps. Her recognition of this simple philosophy has earned her respect points.]

Very well then.

[Aaaaand he may have just shoved a bit of food in his own mouth to make more room on the plate he's carrying. Obviously he's not actually very good at the whole being a nobleman thing.]

[tophgirl]

[After a moment, it occurs to Toph that she could probably use this as an opportunity to gather information. She actually deigns to finish swallowing before she speaks.]

So. Been here long?

[superdrowningskills]

Among the longest.

[Now if only he didn't have the bad habit of not being particularly good at actually being informative...]

[tophgirl]

[Yeah, she's picking up on that.]

Real chatty, arencha?

[superdrowningskills]

...The intentions of others are less difficult to gauge when listening and observing than speaking.

[tophgirl]

...right. Well, my intention is to get information about this freaky place we're in. So can you talk now?

[superdrowningskills]

I suppose. What do you wish to know?