[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]

"Well, let me know if you do, I'll come along. Two against one, and all." It wouldn't surprise him if anyone came out of the fountain ready to take it out on someone--the cold would probably do most of the work of keeping them in line. "We can practice building fires or something, roleplay our little speeches to each other."

The idea of explaining something he understood so little about had him eyeing his own glass, though he opted to fill the anxious void with food instead.

"Speaking from experience, come with me if you don't want to freeze to death works alright. It certainly re-prioritizes things."

[cleptes]

Having someone else around whilst she was on shift at the fountain may not be such a terrible idea. Until she felt comfortable enough to do it by herself. Kira's suggestion was certainly something for Bela to consider. "Sounds like a good plan. I'll let you know."

Now she reaches for her shot and down it in one, wrinkling her face afterwards. Still as strong as the last few shots. Her food goes untouched for the moment.

"That line actually works?" Bela asks, remembering how reluctant she was to go with Margaery at first to the village. In fact, it took a while before she was actually convinced to leave the area around the fountain. "Surely, one ought to lead in with something else first, then follow up with that line."

Bela switches her attention to the food for a brief moment, spearing a bit of ham onto her fork before hastily eating it.

[3ofswords]

"Have you not seen the Terminator franchise," he asks, then wishes he hadn't--it's entirely possible that a lot of people here haven't, some of them don't even know what movies are. That's weirdly depressing, and he doesn't want to expose the gaps right now. He just wants to enjoy a drink with someone who seems to be treading the same water that he is.

"Like I said--personal experience. It worked on me." If Mark had said anything else, it didn't stick. He'd been too cold and too confused. "I came through with snow on the ground, my priorities were pretty set."

[cleptes]

The look she gives to him should be enough of an answer. Bela's film tastes fell under the classic horror category.

"My experience was different to yours. It took some back and forth before I finally decided to go along with Margaery." Being the stubborn person that she was. "Even then, I didn't trust her. I couldn't tell if she was leading me to safety or more danger."

Reaching for her shot she knocks it back.

"I think the debate is still open on that."

[3ofswords]

"We can poll people as they come through," he says with a snort, finally refilling and tipping back his glass one more time. "Anyway, now that the speeches are out of the way, which of us did you find more trustworthy? Like a customer service survey at the end of the call."

Hand resting on the bottle between them, he shrugs: "Maybe we'll just tell them we know where the alcohol is."