[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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[ithuriels_blood]

"Is there a Texas not on Earth because I'd like to hear about it." She was only teasing because she could. "I'm from New York, Brooklyn specifically." It was no where near Texas but it was at least the same planet.

"Astronaut?" Clary looked over at him with renewed interest. "Have you been to space? Magic fountains not counting." Just in case he was about to classify this valley as another world. Not that Clary would blame him but it wasn't the question that she was asking.

[markwatney]

"I have," I reply with a chuckle. I don't know if I would have counted this place as outer space or not. "I spent a couple of years in space, actually. I was part of a mission to Mars and I ended up stuck there for awhile until they could come back and get me. It wasn't what I would call a good time, but being in space generally was very exciting." I give her a pointed look, my smile quirking. "I got to fly around like Iron Man."

[ithuriels_blood]

"It might be." Clary didn't know. She had been to other worlds that she wouldn't technically count as space because it was like stepping through other timelines. This village was nothing like that. Right now, all Clary had were guesses and each one was more fantastical than the last.

Her lips curled into a smile as she looked up at Mark. "Seriously? Iron Man. Not like Superman or anything?" That sounded awesome.

"I was actually one of those kids that didn't want to be an astronaut." As long as Clary could remember she's wanted to be an artist.

[markwatney]

"Definitely Iron Man." Not that anybody else thought it was particularly cool at the time, but you have to do what you have to do.

"And hey, not every kid does. It wasn't really something I set out to do at first— Honestly, I was just lucky that at the time, NASA was looking to test the viability of Martian soil for growing things." Lucky probably being a somewhat subjective assessment, though, considering what followed.

"What did you want to be instead? Cartographer?" I tease with a smile.

[ithuriels_blood]

Clary laughed and shook her head. "An artist. I've always wanted to be an artist. I had just gotten in this prestigious art program at the college I'm at but-" She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "That's kind of on hold for the moment."

It wasn't because of this village but because of all the shit that was going back on in New York when she left. It was hard to think about art when everyone you love was being threatened by a mad man.

Instead of thinking of that. "So what's it like on Mars? Besides red."

[markwatney]

"It is very red," I allow with a faint chuckle. "It's also very dry and desolate, and it gets extremely cold at night. Essentially a desert. It could be beautiful in its own way, but I wouldn't recommend it as a vacation destination, let's just put it that way."

I reach out, give Clary's shoulder a brief squeeze. "Hey, we've all got things that have been put on hold. If you ever need paper for drawing, let me know, I inherited a bunch of old wrapping paper, I use the back mostly for doing calculations, but I have some I could spare."

[ithuriels_blood]

Clary blinked and looked up at Mark. She hadn't been expecting that sort of kindness and she was… touched? It was a very hard feeling to explain. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. I still got some from Jude." She was making the paper last and while she couldn't erase, she did draw on top of other drawings before finally retiring a piece of paper.

"I'm going to go swipe some things. I'll let you know about the paper."

She flashed him a smile, one that was more genuine than her smiles towards the beginning of their conversation and headed off to the nearest table to start snagging some of her favorite treats. Plus more coffee, of course.

[ooc: end!]