[MINGLE] Breakfast Feast

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Lawn in front of 6I Inn
WHEN: Morning, April 5
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: n/a

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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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[fishermansweater]

Mutts.

They've encountered mutts here before, like the thing that killed the woman called Karen, but no creatures like these. No, what these remind him of is the beautiful arena of the Second Quarter Quell, when nearly everything in the arena was both beautiful and deadly. Finnick's hand goes to his pocket, where his knife is hidden.

"They could be dangerous."

The tactical training of a Career, the things he's learned from studies of seventy-four years of the Hunger Games, suggest that this feast, like the one before Karen was killed, could be a distraction, a trap set up to see them attacked.

[girlwednesday]

"It's definitely not good," Felicity agrees mildly, aware that, if something bad happens, it could very well be the end for everyone. "I haven't ever seen anything like that before."

She peers at the creature closest to where they're standing. "What is that?"

Without putting too much more thought into it, she lifts a pastry and tosses it to the brightly colored creature, hoping for the best. She's also hoping that Oliver doesn't decide to yell at her in front of everyone for doing something potentially stupid.

[fishermansweater]

Feeding the mutts was far down on Finnick's list of possible responses to the situation, and he pulls the knife out, holding it in a guard position so he can protect himself, or Felicity, from the creature if necessary.

It's not immediately necessary, though. When she throws the food, the creature just steps forward to catch it, apparently calm and non-threatening. Finnick eyes it, looking for claws, for sharep teeth, and aware that it doesn't need either to be a threat.

"I don't know," he says. "Fish are my thing. I'm not good at big things with legs."