[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

[notachickenhawk]

[Tobias understands wallflowers. He's one himself. Or... used to be. Still is. Whichever counts. Right now he's in hawk form, and he's picked up a piece of meat and dragged it towards a quiet area. It's not live and it's not raw, which makes it less tasty, but right now he just wants to eat as much as he can.]

[Oh. Yeah. There's someone else here. He looks up for a moment before going back to eating. Sorry about the meat being ripped in front of you, N. Fortunately, he can still talk while he eats.]

<Hey. Sorry. I can... go somewhere else if this bothers you.>

[unwrittenformula]

[That... was not a Pokemon. And yet N could understand him.

Huh.

The wonders of the Bastion.

N just gives an uncaring shrug.]

It's fine.

[notachickenhawk]

[More like the wonders of alien technology, but that works too. But you're from Pokemerica N, you should be able to understand him anyway. Anyway, he recognizes that look.]

<... You uh. Haven't seen a hawk before, have you?>

[Likelyhood of Pokeworld person: high. He will attempt not to dork.]

[unwrittenformula]

[It doesn't work like that!]

... no.

[notachickenhawk]

[Why not. 8(]

<I'm a red-tailed hawk. Scientific name Buteo jamaicensis, and specifically I'm a western red-tailed hawk, which is Buteo jamaicensis calurus. And no, most of us don't talk. That's just me.>

[unwrittenformula]

[Because N is not Rin. His weird psychicness only goes towards Pokemon.

Also he's biased like that.]

What makes you the exception then?

[notachickenhawk]

<I was born human, but me and my friends were given the ability to change into any creature with DNA we touch. There's a time limit to how long you can stay in a different morph, though, and I went over it. But I was given the power back later.>

[He pauses to rip into the meat some more.]

<It's not for fun, though. We're fighting an alien invasion.>

[unwrittenformula]

How exactly does that work? Morphing in to animals to fight an alien invasion?

[notachickenhawk]

<It lets us get in to places undetected. No one's going to notice an ant on the floor, or a seagull near a beach.>

[unwrittenformula]

I see. That does make sense. So why stay that way now? This place is safer than the Skyway and not under any threat of invasion.

[notachickenhawk]

[He just looks up and stares at N. It's more of a glare but hawk faces don't really change much.]

<Because if I stay in another form for more than two hours, I'm stuck in it, and I won't be able to change again. I'm not going to get another second chance.>

[unwrittenformula]

[It was just a question, Tobias. Calm your bird tits.]

That seems awfully limiting.

[notachickenhawk]

[No. :| ]

<It does, but it's still really useful. You can always demorph and remorph.>

[unwrittenformula]

[Rood]

There is a Pokemon that can transform in to any shape and take on the attacks of other Pokemon, but as far as I know it's unlimited in length. If you were fighting an alien invasion using that power I would be concerned that your transformation would run out an inopportune moment.

[notachickenhawk]

<It does happen, but we plan around it. Lots of the time we stagger our morphs so we don't all run out at one time.>

[... He remembers Ditto.]

[unwrittenformula]

At least you have a plan for it then. Many would go in to those situations without much of anything except a hope that they'll make it through the other side.

[Ditto is hard to forget.]

[notachickenhawk]

<Well, we do that too.>

[He laughs a little bit mentally.]

[unwrittenformula]

... some how I'm not all that surprised. Heroes regularly act recklessly. But if it works I suppose I can hardly argue against it.

[notachickenhawk]

<Ax is the only one of us who had previous military experience, and even then he'd only had a little. So winging it ->

[... Hah. He made a pun by accident.]

<- is basically all we know.>

[unwrittenformula]

[Bird puns]

That is a common theme in a lot of fictional works in my world. Young teenagers who have no prior experience being the ones responsible for saving the world. They rarely ever go in to the toll it takes on the people that become burdened with that responsibility, though.

I can't imagine it was ever easy for you, with that in mind.

[notachickenhawk]

<It's not, but we do what we can.>

[He'll figure out some way to get back. He has to.]

[unwrittenformula]

What will you do now, though? The worlds are gone, as far as we know. All we've been left with is broken remnants.

[notachickenhawk]

<Find a way to get them back. All we did can't be for nothing.>

[unwrittenformula]

They might still be out there... but I wouldn't get your hopes up too much. Just as many have been turned to ash.

[Like his sisters.]

[notachickenhawk]

<I've seen time travel before. Maybe we can get it to work. Hopefully without killing everyone.>