[MINGLE] Crab Boil

[markwatney]

WHO: Mark Watney
WHERE: 6I Inn front lawn
WHEN: 21 June 2018, afternoon/evening and onward
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
NOTES: A few thinsgs: You may assume your character helped set up; There are tubers in pot with the red salt, negating the warmth effect; The list of of potluck dishes is here; The list of local provisions is here

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The weather is great, the sun is starting to dip toward the horizon, and it's pleasantly mild. Time for an (extremely) old-fashioned low country boil.

We've got two small fire pits built out in front of the inn, each with a massive pot filled with loads of vegetables — corn, carrots, potatoes, onions — and of course the rainbow crabs Finnick and Annie discovered not long after we arrived here. We've even got salt, if you can believe it, although the red salt in this place is pretty spicy and usually makes me sweat, so I've only put it in the one pot, and then set a bowl of it out for garnishing.

Tables and chairs have been brought out from inside, a couple of them set aside specifically for piles of plates, bowls, cups and whatever potluck provisions the rest of the village brings.

Comments

[dann_0]

"Clearly. Those terms sounds like something out of a novel. I can guess with Kindred means but Sire? What does that mean, in this context that is." He sips his booze, leaning on the table and watches her in curiosity.

[thegreatexperiment]

"The vampire who makes you," she said. "In the community, they kinda get treated like your parent. For the first few years, any fuck-up you make basically gets blamed on them. There's a whole...emancipation thing. Usually not for the first decade but I was a special case..."

Sam shrugged. She'd made her peace with Karen. Somehow. But their first years together had been rough. And the best thing to come out of their entire relationship was still Avery.

"My brother? The one in the FBI? He's not my biological brother. We just have the same Sire."

[dann_0]

"So like an adopted brother then." Danny shrugs, that one he could believe. "Sounds like it is a lot like having a kid, or a teenager really. Trust me I should know." He sighs. He misses his daughter and thinking of her makes it worse.

"Do they treat you differently because it's only been four years?"

[thegreatexperiment]

Sam snorted. "They treat you differently if you're anywhere within in the span of an average, mortal life." All of the higher-ups in LA had been Elders, at the very least. No one fewer than 100 years allowed.

Ironically, those had been the first to bite the metaphorical dust. Too set in their ways, too ill-equipped to adapt and change to new circumstances.

"You're right. It's like being a kid or a teenager. Just on a crazy-ass scale."

[dann_0]

"I guess you get a bit of a different perspective when you're immortal?" Danny shakes his head. "I'd go crazy if someone started treating me as a kid again, I am guessing it is not popular."

[thegreatexperiment]

He'd be surprised what some whack-a-doodles were willing to put up with in exchange for immorality. But since Sam didn't want him--or anyone, for that matter--thinking that she was one of them, she just nodded slightly.

Going crazy was certainly a common-enough effect of the Embrace.

Another lovely euphemism.

"I gotta say, you...everyone, really...you're handling this whole 'vampire' thing with surprising ease. I wasn't expecting it."

[dann_0]

"Well... If you'd told me back in the old village or when I had just gotten here... I would have thought you were on drugs honestly. But now.. Clearly this place isn't like what I am used to so why should you have to be. Unless... you're not on drugs, are you?"

[thegreatexperiment]

That one actually made Sam laugh. She had a rusty laugh, out-of-practice from a complete lack of use. But at least it was genuine enough. Her eyes almost took on a gleam, like a couple of Christmas lights that were on their last legs, about to explode. "No," she said. "No drugs. Vampires actually can't do that."

Well, they could. But it was largely more trouble than its worth.

She had to admit, she did miss pot sometimes though.

Or at least pot brownies.

[dann_0]

Danny chuckles. "Well that is a way to solve a drug problem I guess. Might not be worth it" He shakes his head. "So what does Vampires do? I can't imagine it is all sneaking around, biting people?"

[thegreatexperiment]

She gave him a sideways look. "What do people do?" She shrugged. "Anything they damn want. You know, until they get kidnapped to an extra-dimensional Skinner Box." She gestured around at the party.

It was, maybe, a little blunt. But the question bothered her, like someone asking what gingers did or Jews or Lake Forest graduates.

The assumption of unity. That was it. Especially since they were pretty fucking far from unified.

"My brother's a PI," she said, softening a little. "I've been going out with him a lot lately."

[dann_0]

"Well... If you'd told me back in the old village or when I had just gotten here... I would have thought you were on drugs honestly. But now.. Clearly this place isn't like what I am used to so why should you have to be. Unless... you're not on drugs, are you?"