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sixthiterationlogs2017-11-09 05:24 pm
sixthiteration) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-11-09 05:24 pm
Entry tags:
- !ota,
- - event: mystery mingle,
- asoiaf: eddard stark,
- asoiaf: jon snow,
- asoiaf: lyanna stark,
- division: kira akiyama,
- h50: steve mcgarrett,
- heroes: claire bennet,
- hunger games: annie cresta,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- hunger games: johanna mason,
- izombie: major lilywhite,
- izombie: ravi chakrabarti,
- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: claire temple,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: erik lehnsherr,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- oc: jude sullivan,
- ouat: killian jones,
- sanctuary: helen magnus,
- shadowhunters: clary fray,
- spn: bela talbot,
- star trek: beverly crusher,
- star trek: kira nerys,
- star wars: baze malbus,
- vtr: samantha moon
[MINGLE] Harvest Feast 🍂
WHERE: 6I Inn
WHEN: 10 November, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE POST
NOTE: Details can be found here.
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.
WHEN: 10 November, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE POST
NOTE: Details can be found here.
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.