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sixthiterationlogs2018-04-05 02:32 pm
sixthiteration) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-04-05 02:32 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- !ota,
- - event: mystery mingle,
- asoiaf: eddard stark,
- asoiaf: jon snow,
- h50: steve mcgarrett,
- heroes: claire bennet,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- izombie: major lilywhite,
- izombie: ravi chakrabarti,
- marvel: claire temple,
- marvel: karen page,
- marvel: wanda maximoff,
- oc: jude sullivan,
- ouat: killian jones,
- parallel lives: gaius gracchus,
- sanctuary: helen magnus,
- shadowhunters: clary fray,
- star trek: beverly crusher,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- star wars: rey,
- tlou: owen prichard,
- vtr: samantha moon
[MINGLE] Breakfast Feast
WHERE: Lawn in front of 6I Inn
WHEN: Morning, April 5
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: n/a
WHEN: Morning, April 5
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: n/a
The day dawns bright and just a little cool, soft mist rolling over the distant mountains as the forest stretches and yawns in the breeze. It's another beautiful morning in this new-old village, just waiting for its inhabitants to begin filling it with the work of the day.
But this day, there is a surprise. A gift, if you will, not unfamiliar to the old timers, although they know too that sometimes these gifts come with strings.
On the lawn in front of the 6I inn, all of the tables, chairs and even the bar has been moved out into the breaking sunshine. A breakfast feast has been arranged, tables piled high with every imaginable delicacy and comfort food of a certain era: Muffins, toast, coffee, fruit, pop-overs, crumpets, lamb chops, porridge, hot chocolate, biscuits, and every kind of egg, just to start. Even the bar is stocked for those itching for mimosas, mint juleps or irish coffee.
Of course, anyone who has spent time in the wilderness can tell you: In a place gone wild, it's only a matter of time before the scent of food draws in unwanted visitors. Eat up while you can, villagers; you may be sharing your plate soon.
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Clary dropped her plate and knelt at Sam's side. "What is it? You're obviously not okay but what is it?" She wasn't about to ask if Sam was okay since it was glaringly obvious that she wasn't, only that Clary couldn't guess what was wrong.
"Sam." She lowered her voice, hoping that it was somehow comforting.
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What she didn't deserve--definitely didn't deserve--was Clary's compassion. Which made it highly incongruous. Sweet, but just so fucking weird.
Her mouth tasted awful. She made a face, shaking her head like a cat that had just sniffed garlic. "Are you sure we're not dead?" she asked Clary darkly. "I think I'd like to be."
The permanent kind. Not the Kindred kind.