[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

[71st_victor]

"Entertainment," she says flatly, because she knows that much. She knows what it's like, for people to get bored, for them to torment others. "It's not so different from where I come from. That's what happens when they punish us. They put us on television for people to watch and cheer, for them to shed away their humanity because they're all assholes who aren't involved."

They're safe, in a way that others aren't, or they think that it's somehow glorified to suffer like that. That, or they're the kind of careers who think they're going to win.

[chirrutsluck]

"That's disgusting," Baze says. "But I find I am not that surprised. Everything about where you come from seems terrible." He regards his half-empty glass soberly, then asks, "Is there anything good there? Any piece of hope?"

[71st_victor]

"When you win, you get really rich and they promise not to kill you," is her response, even though it's flat and even, because even that promise didn't hold up. "Only, then they try and do it again because you're starting to make them nervous, so, you know. Mostly the money part, while that lasted."

[chirrutsluck]

"I imagine if you make trouble, they will try to kill you regardless of promises," Baze guesses. "It does not sound like any kind of life for anyone." As much as it sours him to think it, she might almost be better off here, in 6I. At least when they torment them here, it's dumb things like rainclouds and fading out. Or losing people, but that could easily happen in Johanna's world, too.

[71st_victor]

"No, not you. You're too high profile," she says, with the echo in her voice that speaks of a hollowness she knows too well. "If a victor gets killed, even in a mysterious way, people might rebel and revolt. Easier to kill everything and everyone they love to keep them in line when they don't do what you want."

It's why she's alone. It's why she has no one, and it's why she's so hesitant to even dare to let herself feel something. People leave you, that's just how it goes. "At least here, no one's trying to do that every day."

[chirrutsluck]

"That's the truth." They might be tricked and made uncomfortable, but it could be a lot worse. Baze has another swallow of his drink, and puts his free hand on Johanna's shoulder. It's not a hug, but it's a connection, at least.