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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!)
Open!
But it hadn't, they had all survived, and everyone was recovering. Which of course was why she had brought up the feast and went to the trouble of preparing it.
Unfortunately she wasn't 100% back to full strength, and the endeavor had worn her out more than she was expecting it to.
She planned on joining in on the festivities later, but for now there was a certain demon chef dozing in a chair still in her stained apron, hair half-falling out of a messy bun and her tail wrapped around her waist.
Poke her to make sure she's still alive?]
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late boyfriend is late
wow Bon did you stop off for Starbucks or something :T
Yep. He's totally got a caramel mocha right now.
Lucky :c
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Open!
No?
Well too bad. Because Haruka Kokonose is in your feast, eating your food.
Of course he was drawn in by the scents of amazing food, that's like his second favorite thing in the world. Carrying his sketchbook and supplies in a bag, the messy haired teen in all his thin 6' tall glory will be there with a plate absolutely piled with different kinds of food.
Surely no one child can eat that much, right?!]
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Open!
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Open! (but why would you want to talk to this creeper?)
N had been dragged out by Hilda. His social skills and desire to be around others was getting better, but the bigger gatherings were still something he wasn't entirely comfortable with.
Eventually he found a quieter area to hang around in, a bit of a distance away from the table and the people mingling there, standing with his plate nibbling at whatever little things he had deigned decent enough to take. Zoroark stood silently at his side, the large black and red fox probably looking far more intimidating than he meant to.
Yup. Just going to... stand here and watch everyone like a creeper, and try not to draw attention to himself.
Best plan.]
she wants to talk to him because she wuvs him
<3
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Open!
Spending some time around other people has had him feeling a bit better, though. It reminds him that he's not totally on his own. There are a lot of good people here, and every one that goes out on the Skyway has a chance of finding his friends, even if they aren't looking for them. That's something.
He's a far cry from energetic or social butterfly, but he's definitely not avoiding anyone either as he browses the food.]
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Re: Open!
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Open!
She's after whatever seems spiciest. The barbeque meat--that smells good.]
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[Open!]
[He'd had to build a large dragon-sized grill the other day for it to be ready for today. The construction on that had been easy, but time-consuming. Especially with so little warning, but Colin loved a challenge. And now, Paar would be able to cook his meat whenever he wanted.]
[Then he'd had to rearrange the sound system he'd set up at the old festival so that it would supply this feast with music. That had taken up a fair amount of time, though he'd had some help on that one... Thanks to that work, the feast was provided soft, upbeat faire music playing, the style shifting between several different cultures' musics with each song.]
[Then there had been the matter of helping Rin set everything up. She'd been working herself too hard, and though he wouldn't force her to stop, he WOULD prevent her from taking on more than he could chew by setting up everything he possibly could before she could get around to it. And of course, he'd recruited a little help for THAT too. Being on good terms with several of the pokemon had certain advantages.]
[Now? Colin's hanging back and eating a sandwich, running over checklists in his head to make sure everything's going according to plan. Not that he looks like he's working, though. To anyone's eye, he could simply be standing off near a speaker, watching everyone without a care in the world. Wanna come bother him?]
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OPEN OPEN OPEN
And now, she had somehow lost him.
He'd probably found something shiny and was going off to draw it, or maybe he'd found more food and was stuffing his black hole of a stomach with it. Whatever the reason, he was nowhere in sight now, and it worried Takane.
Not that she's showing that. No, instead, she's got her fists clenched at her sides, a downright irritated look on her face as she stomped through the crowds of people, trying to figure out where her dope of a friend had gotten off to. ]
Haruka! Haruka, where did you go?!
[ HE HAS TO BE HERE SOMEWHERE. ]
I'm gonna go back to the apartment without you if you don't show up soon!
[ SHE'LL DO IT. SHE WILL. SHE SO WILL-- oh, who is she kidding, she'd spend ten seconds walking back to the apartment in a huff before turning back and actually searching high and low for that dumbass and passing out in the middle of the party.
Do feel free to come across this spoilsport, though. Do feel free to bug the spoilsport. Please do. ]
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OPEN
After all, it had been a while since she and N had had any time to spend together.
Now that they were here, though, he wasn't exactly being sociable with most people. And that ... was disappointing, but to be expected. Just because he was going to be anti-social, though, that didn't mean she couldn't go out and see the party for all it was. Emboar had been borrowed for the sake of preparing some of the food, but as of right now her best bud was free to roam about however he pleased.
Naturally, he chose to roam around with his trainer. He carried his tiny trainer on his shoulder, careful not to burn her, and made his way around the party. Hilda was wide-eyed and excited at all of the activity around here, and it really warmed his heart (not that it needed any help) to see her so excited about a party he had a hand in helping to put on.
Emboar stopped, suddenly, as there was someone in their path (spoilers: it's YOU!). Hilda blinked a few times, confusedly, then looked down as well. She put on a smile and waved. ]
Hi! Are you having fun, too?
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Open!
He knows Colin may have a word or two for what he's doing, but he's trying to take it easy. Either sitting or moving about with a walking stick while he recovers balancing on just two legs.]
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SHING AND KOHAKU | OPEN TO ALL
She couldn't have been happier.
Well, maybe she could have. But right now, she was the happiest she had ever remembered being.
Since he had arrived, she and Shing had been practically attached at the hip. She'd been explaining everything to him (which ... wasn't all good news, obviously, but at least they could deal with it together now), and showing him around, and now they were here at the party together.
She held his hand in hers tightly, leading him through the crowds excitedly.
She might be a little too excited. Did she bump into you? Did she make him bump into you? Are they being too lovey-dovey in your personal space?
Whatever it is, you've got the derp couple to deal with now. ]
( ooc: HELLO FRIENDS, if you comment to this, you get two for the price of one! Kohaku and Shing are going to be that annoying couple who hold each other's hands all the time and finish each other's sentences and both Shing [
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Open!
In the end, it's mostly Oshawott's fuss over the food and decorations that gets Yukio up and investigating, the little otter perched on the boy's shoulders with his paws buried in dark hair. The festivities have put him in quite the excitable mood, but he's careful not to pull on his trainer's hair. Hair-yanking is a sure way to be deprived of his shoulder privileges.
The pair can be seen approaching the edges of the gathering around nightfall, Oshawott jabbering excitably into Yukio's ear about, well... whatever it is he's excited about. Yuki can hazard pretty good guesses based on where Oshawott's pointing at the time, but the lack of true understanding on his part doesn't seem to bother the Pokemon much.
Not long after will find Yukio adjusting to the atmosphere, settling comfortably somewhere out of the way with a plate of food in his lap. Oshawott comes and goes, wandering off to play with the other Pokemon and returning now and then to steal food off of his trainer's plate while Yukio pretends not to see.]
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Open!
Either way, Naegi's being somewhat of a wallflower again, just off to the side and minding his own business while he sits and noms quietly on the feast offerings. He's up for talking if you want to speak to him, though! ]
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OOOOOOPEN
Holed up in her apartment, doing her best to avoid everyone. That's what. She couldn't give a shit about everyone getting sick, but she's sure as hell not risking it. She's miserable enough without some crazy plague screwing with her and the last thing she needs is going on a team building adventure for a magic cure.
So, once the dust has settled and the smell of food finally coaxes her out of her room, Skyla actually decides to actually take a shot at this whole human interaction business.
Of course, that shot consists of her standing at the table where all the food is and stuffing her face while making no attempt to join the rest of the party.
Someone please come and interact with this goddamn child. ]
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IT'S A TSUN-OFF NOW
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Open
[Floette is perched on Torkoal's back, eating some vegetables, and Torkoal is eating some meat. Sigilyph is eating some berries nearby, and Eevee...]
[Well, Eevee is scampering around and trying to meet new people, but she might run into people or trip them instead. Whoops.]
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open
[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.
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Warning: Incoming Nerdgasm
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a corner or something
where this loser can hang out by herself? Well, I guess at least she came out, right? But mostly he's just keeping to herself.]
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Open like a 24 hour convenience store.
Really, if someone's curious enough to ponder it that much, they might as well just go up and ask about it. It's not like he's talking to anyone or anything along those lines, and what's the worst he might do? Be sarcastic at whoever bothers him?]
Oh mai
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Creative block is kind of new for him - he's not used to it at all. Maybe it's just an after-effect of his being sick? He alternates between tapping his pencil against his lip in search of inspiration, and flicking through his previous sketches.
Someone should distract him. Or bring him food. That works as well]
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