[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!)

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[wayofvoice]

[Why did no one introduce him to grandchildren who make him BBQ meat pits when he was in Skyrim? Why did no one introduce him to BBQ meat in all the centuries he's been alive?]

[Needless to say, Paar is very happy about this situation.]

[...Just don't get too disturbed by the sounds of meat being torn apart and bones being crunched on. He can't help himself. If all the BBQ sauce smeared all over his large snout is adorable or mildly terrifying, well, that's something you're going to have to work through.]

[He will pause if someone comes too near, or is staring too long.]

Krosis. There is little way in which I may be quieter.

[freedom_engineer]

[Let's be fair, Paar. Cooking in Skyrim was generally done by pot, oven, or skewer. Advanced cooking techniques didn't really exist in the dark ages.]

[Whatever the case, Colin's got an amused look on his face, and he waves off Paar's words.]

If I'd wanted you to be quieter, I wouldn't have made sure you'd have savory meat with tangy sauce. The fact that you're enjoying it enough to scarf it down so readily speaks volumes towards what you think.

And just think, barbecue grilling is just one of SEVERAL ways to prepare meat to make it good. Remind me to show you a smoker later on. Meat so tender it drips off the bone.

[wayofvoice]

[But they had wizards and invisibility potions. Clearly their priorities were in the wrong places.]

I can see the merits of such a thing, even I prefer the crunch of bone myself.

[freedom_engineer]

[They simply don't know what they were missing. Skyrim would have been a much more peaceful place if they'd simply discovered the blessings of barbecue.]

It's really something that has to be sampled to be appreciated, but likewise, I can appreciate the desire for crunch.

The barbecue sauce meets with your approval, I trust?

[He asks, looking at the dragon with sauce all over his mouth.]

[wayofvoice]

[Stuffing barbecued meat into mouths would have possibly shut up some reckless uses of the Thu'um.]

As always. [There's a sort of snorting sound that might be the equivalent of a chuckle.] Yet we both know that it is a new novelty for I. I have no experience to say if it is better than any other kind of sauce, only that I do like it.

Thank you for your consideration once again. Kip Jot Naak.

[freedom_engineer]

That's the advantage to being long-lived, though. You've got plenty of chances to experience new things.

I mean, just think... a few more years of sampling this stuff, you might start thinking of flavors you want to see, and making your own.

That's how a lot of barbecue recipes were formed, anyway. Culinary ingenuity combined with a desire for something more in a recipe.

[wayofvoice]

And my lifespan is exactly why I believe I shall take my time in enjoying such things. There is no need to rush.

[Besides stuffing it into your mouth while it's still warm, anyway.]

[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.

Warning: Incoming Nerdgasm

[dragonsorcsandwolves]

[It's a sight, to be sure. A sight that's overshadowed by the tiny fact that it's a dragon. Colin already told Rob about the dragon, and Rob's seem Paar from a distance, but he hadn't been able to work up the courage to come say hi. And now the dragon is here in front of him. A dragon. Dragon~. Dragondragondragondrag- oh shit it noticed him staring please don't let it be offended please don't let him say or do something to anger the giant thing that could kill him with a sneeze wait he should be replying shouldn't he?]

No, it's okay.

[His voice is more of a squeak than anything else. He's rooted to the spot, empty plate forgotten in his hand. Paar is undoubtedly familiar with the look of someone who fears for his life on Rob's face. What he may not be quite so familiar with is the look of childish glee at what he's seeing that's fighting against the look of fear, the two conflicting emotions flickering back and forth so quickly that it's a wonder Rob's facial muscles haven't seized up yet.

Because dragon.]

[wayofvoice]

[It is a look that Paarthurnax is familiar with, even here in the Bastion where most people have come to accept his prescence as a mere fact. New arrivals make their way to the Bastion often enough, after all.]

[So he doesn't take much offense, and simply pauses in his meal so that there's significantly less bone crunching involved in this conversation.]

We have not met. I am Paarthurnax.

[dragonsorcsandwolves]

Hi, uh, I mean, uh, [His voice takes on a slightly stilted and formal tone, though it doesn't get any louder.] it is an honor to meet you, Lord Paarthurnux.

[He bows from the waist, hands and empty plate at his sides. He pronounces the name mostly right on his first try, though it hasn't rung any bells (yet); he just desperately wants to be sure he doesn't offend someone who could swallow him whole, while at the same time wanting to climb all over Paar, examine him close up, and ask him dozens of questions about his anatomy and magic.]

I'm Rob. Rob Edwards. I arrived here a bit over a week ago. I apologize for not paying my respects earlier.

[wayofvoice]

["Lord". Well. It has been a long time since he's been spoken to with that title and longer that he's had any care for it.]

'Paarthurnax' will do. [He'd offer any of the alternatives, but it seems that his name is coming easily enough to this one.] I require no honors paid to me- I am simply an old dragon and you are not one of my students, besides.

[dragonsorcsandwolves]

[Rob mentally flails a bit at the possibility of having offended the dragon in the process of trying to be polite, but most of that never makes it to the surface. He bows again, though much shallower in a vain attempt at being respectful without giving honors.]

My apologies, Paarthurnax. [Now that he's heard it again the name is pronounced better, though really the only reason he got it right at all is because he's paying very close attention to everything Paar says. He's still pretty quiet though.]

It seems [A momentary pause as he rethinks saying "prudent"] proper to show honor and respect towards a dragon, regardless of their age.

[wayofvoice]

It is proper to show things to many of those here. Not all are what they see, and even those who seem plain are what keep this place such a haven.

Yet this is a serious choice of talk for such a celebration.

[superdrowningskills]

[Considering that Alucard has hints of BBQ sauce around his own mouth and his currently unfinished plate of meat, it's probably safe to assume that the dhampire doesn't actually care about the noise.]

...I was simply wondering how you were enjoying the festivities.

[By which he means "You sound like you're enjoying the food as much as I am."]

[wayofvoice]

They are fine. Rin is a mster of her trade and proves it to us each day.

[Translation: Hell yes.]

[superdrowningskills]

And it seems she improves that much more each time a celebration is held.

[High praise coming from Alucard, particularly since he's actually smiling a little as he says it.]

[wayofvoice]

We should repay one day. Such things are not easy effort.

[superdrowningskills]

Mm. But what would you propose we do? I might suggest preparing a feast in her honor, but my skills in that area are limited.

[Which is a nice way of saying that he could probably put something on a stick and roast it over a fire, but that's about it.]

[wayofvoice]

In Skyrim, some appreciated gifts which had to do with their trade.