[MINGLE] Harvest Feast 🍂

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Inn
WHEN: 10 November, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE POST
NOTE: Details can be found here.

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In the wee hours of November 10th, before even the earliest risers have roused themselves for another day, items begin to appear in the front room of the Inn. Decorations first — Boughs of autumn leaves in their reds and golds, wreaths of dried flowers and silken ribbon, flickering candles among the goards and berries and acorns. The food arrives next, the decadent aroma slipping up the Inn stairs to tempt those lingering in bed — Every imaginable harvest time delicacy, from roast turkey and ham to smoked salmon and oysters; fresh, soft bread warm from the oven to plum pudding and ice cream. And did we mention pie?

Once again, it's time for a feast. The bar is stocked, the coffee is brewed and the tables are groaning with food. Indulge, there's more than enough for everyone — That is, if you don't lose your appetite worrying about what it will all cost.

Comments

[3ofswords]

"I too condemn this holiday's erasure of American's genocide of its native population," Kira says, dryly misinterpreting her expression. Any skepticism of his own had been beaten out by his very real--physical, emotional, and mental--need for a well-cooked meal. Not cans, not rations, but food. As if to punctuate the comment, he lifts a still-steaming roll he's cut up into a pocket for turkey and gravy, and takes a decisive, soggy bite.

Breathing deep as he chews, he sighs through his nose, looking at the sandwich like it's the best idea he's ever had. "Is it really not worth risking our lives for something other than salted fish," he asks, wondering what he can pick up and store for later. "I've had two coffees and I haven't died yet."

[theluckygirl]

Truth be told, the longer she was sitting there watching people happily consume their weight in the food spread left for them, the less time it was taking to convince her that it would be fine. Then again, there didn't seem to be any trigger to her becoming invisible not to long ago...

Claire turned her gaze towards Kira, whom she recognized and who she hadn't realised she hadn't seen in a few long days. His comment and the way he looked eating his sandwich was more than amusing, though it didn't show.

"From what I hear, dying doesn't happen very often around here. I'm more worried about other potential weird stuff happening." Claire replied, glimpsing at the sandwich again before shifting to look at the spread of food nearby.

[3ofswords]

He wonders if he should offer to make her one, watching her give his plate a second look. It was an old trick from visiting friends after the holiday: stuff leftovers into bread for the rest of the weekend, until the turkey was gone or you were sick of it. The latter usually didn't happen.

"Worse ways to go," he says, his own gaze shifting over to the bar--usually empty. "They finally put the bar to good use," he adds. "It's one of the worst things, showing up here. They sit you down next to a bar with nothing in it."

[theluckygirl]

A nod to acknowledge that, Claire also couldn't ignore the fact that her stomach was growling louder for the food that was literally surrounding her. Finally she breathed in deeply and decided whatever happened (if it happened) would be worth it to fill her belly.

"I can see that as being a pretty big tease. I'm not much of a drinker so it doesn't bother me, but if they have beer I am definitely having one. Want me to get you one, too?"

Shifting to turn, she pardoned herself long enough to get a small helping at first. She'd go back for more later.

[3ofswords]

"I don't know if you need to be a big drinker, to want something that first night." He had been, shortly before things went to shit, and he'd taken what he could find in the safehouses. He'll do the same here, day one, day seven, day four hundred. "Sure," he answers, knowing the bottles he snuck across the way would be waiting if the hard stuff disappeared while he kept it cute.

As she wanders away, he can't help but wonder--is this going this easy because he's familiar to her, or is she just one to roll with the punches. Are they all, on some level, making it up as nicely as they can as they go along?

Mark's got all his notes, maybe he can get him to fill in the gaps of names Kira doesn't ask for fear of another Bodhi. "Thanks," he says, taking the bottle and scooting over to give her room when she returns. "I haven't had one of these in months."

[theluckygirl]

"I know I did." Claire confirmed. Kira was right though, the whole situation was level ten weird and in a way that rivalled what she just went through with the Hand back in her world. Actually, the two were tied because the stuff with the Hand was out and out disturbing.

But over. Hopefully.

When she returns she gives Kira a soft smile and nods. "Me, too. Honestly, between the things I went through where I'm from and here I may have more than one since it's available."

[3ofswords]

"If it's beer, I'm probably having five," he admits, tilting his head opposite the bottle in his hand, taking in the bottle and label that seem perfectly matched to the antique decor. He gives it a shake and feels the liquid beat itself against the glass. "This looks old enough to be entirely mold on the inside, but - fucking magic, I guess."

Which, really, shouldn't be something he takes issue with.

Sitting all the way back slumps him down with a shoulder against her arm, but he only moves enough to take some of the weight out of the touch. "Going from weird shit to weird shit is exhausting. Somehow this is the first day in awhile it feels like it might be okay to rest."

Holding up his bottle, he taps the neck to hers. "At least for as long as it takes to down five beers."