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thebastion2014-07-21 02:43 pm
hellpyre) wrote in thebastion2014-07-21 02:43 pm
[Day 212] Well it woulda been coulda been worse than you would ever know... [OPEN]
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 feastand 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!)
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
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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[He thinks that N's just not sure how to act here. Unfortunately, he has no idea how to draw him out...]
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Maybe.]
That would still mean being social.
[And he's taken several steps back from that since the trip to Castle Harmonia.]
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[There's a smug grin on Colin's face.]
Some of the best mathematicians in the galaxy have been reclusive assholes who want nothing more than to be left alone until they make some discovery that nobody else has made before. And if there's been a group exercise, it's been quiet pondering until someone says "Oh, I know!" and then there's discussion which devolves into argument, competition, which in turns leads to furious maths, frequently alone again...
In EVERY culture. Terrans, Psilons, Gnolams, Elerians... We are a competitive lot.
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[N shrugs at that, though.]
Which is fine. Even I can recognize that communities need all kinds.
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I've got high, high hopes for Paarthurnax. And there's potential in a lot of them. Just gotta help that potential grow into something more.
[He smiles at N, and no, he's not the least put off by everything that happened at the castle.]
So how's Woobat doing? Is she adjusting okay?
[How are YOU doing? Have you adjusted okay to what happened?]
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[Not everyone is like the two of you.]
... she's doing well. And yes, she is. She really seems to like it here.
[Of course he hasn't, why do you think he's gone back to being more antisocial than usual?]