[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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Comments

[theluckygirl]

The whole thing was indeed strange and as much as Claire wanted to pass it off as being the stress of the whole situation, it felt different. She'd been a nurse and dealt with stress in all its varying forms and this didn't feel like that.

Her expression is one that isn't so sure about that. "That's what I thought it was, but it wasn't consistent. It kept changing."

Maybe the length of time she had been there by that point was starting to wear. That thought bothered her. More than she was letting on.

[digging]

"Has anything like that happened since then?" Karens asks, her brow pinching. "There was so much weirdness happening that day— Not that I don't believe you that something was off, I do. It's just like... How do you even know where to start in figuring out what it was, you know?"

Was it something Claire caused herself or something someone else did to her? And if it's the second, was it the people who put them here or one of the other poor schlubs stuck here with them? Claire being Claire, she probably doesn't even remember how many people she helped that day, unless you just take a total number of people here.