[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.

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[thegreatexperiment]

Sam decided that she liked Claire almost immediately. It was always nice when an old person--to Sam's mind, anyone over the age of twenty five was old--had a decent sense of humor.

Hell, it was nice to find anyone with a sense of humor in this place. Sam's gallows humor wasn't exactly...well received.

Story of her fucking life.

She shook Claire's hand, pumping it firmly like every women's career seminar had taught her to. "Don't meet a lot of people who consider this place a 'holiday.' Your life must really suck."

[theluckygirl]

Really, it all came from seeing and dealing with the thing she had on top of everything that happened on a regular shift at Metro General before she even found Matt in the dumpster. Since then Claire wasn't so sure the ride had officially stopped.

After releasing Sam's hand, hands slid into the pockets of her peacoat before giving a shrug.

"To be honest, I can't say I even know what a 'holiday' is, so it may be something else entirely." she laughed.

Whether it did, or not, Claire didn't have much time to think about it.

[thegreatexperiment]

"It's British. I think. As in, 'Jolly Holiday.'" She shrugged, grabbing what looked like a hank of cheese and slam dunking it into her little sack. She was like a reverse Santa Claus. A skinny, Jewish girl stealing junk instead of leaving it out for all the little boys and girls.

The Rain of Fire made one pretty damn good at being a vulture.

"Where you from? I get a New York sort of vibe off of you." She paused. "Or should I be asking 'when' are you from?"

[theluckygirl]

Claire's eyes narrowed some while a smirk pulled at her lips. It was rhetorical but it wasn't important. At the question, she nodded, decently impressed by that guess. Then again, most could tell a New Yorker out of the group.

"You guessed right and it's 2016 for me." A pause. "You got a midwestern thing going on when you talk. Just don't ask me to pinpoint where though. I've only just started seeing places beyond Jersey."

[thegreatexperiment]

You could take the girl out of Lake Forest...

"Originally from Illinois," she admitted. "But I was living LA for the last few years. It's 2014 and everything sucks."

She paused. Every now and then, she considered asking other people who seemed basically human and of the earth if they'd gone through the Rain of Fire. But her inquiries had become less and less frequent. Seemed like she might be the only survivor chosen by the Observers.

And she wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Finally, she shrugged. "You're not missing much."

[theluckygirl]

Claire wasn't sure how to feel about a lot of things lately, but given she wasn't in her version of Earth, did it make much of a difference? Not really and especially given no one she knew made the trip there with her.

For a brief second, the nurses eyes rolled in half interest, half questionable thought. "What happened in 2014 that sucks so bad?"

Oh, yeah, it was begging to be asked.

[thegreatexperiment]

"It's probably just a my-world thing," she muttered, eyes askance. Not that she had any proof that Claire's 2014 would be sunshine and puppies.

When faced with the possibility of talking about the Rain, Sam's bravado weakened. It wasn't too hard to pinpoint the reason why.

Well, the several reasons, really.

Reliving what she'd somehow managed to survive was...hard.

[theluckygirl]

"Maybe, maybe not. But we can't say for sure until you talk about what happened." Claire replied easily.

It was obviously something big given the body language response after she asked, which wasn't masked very well if Claire had anything to say about it.

Maybe this was her superpower.

[thegreatexperiment]

Sam whetted her lips. It was a singularly human habit. She'd maintained it--along with blinking and breathing--throughout her unlife. Now that it was back, it had gotten a little more intense. Maybe because she realized it was a good way to fill uncomfortable silence.

Or maybe because her lips were fucking chapped. Who knew?

After a moment, she exhaled through her nose. "On the night of November 9, there was a worldwide communications blackout," she said. That much had been sort of expected. Not that it was a good or nice or kind thing, but at least it had had a clear start an anticipated ending.

Enter the Predators.

"One-by-one, each of the timezones across the planet was bombarded. As every single satellite orbiting the earth came crashing down. We're talking cell towers. Transmitters. Scientific probes. And the International Space Station. In pieces." That had been the worst. It had hit LA.