interfaith dinner mingle!!

[stefanged]

Who: Interfaith Center regulars & the not-so-regulars (party crashers are welcome too!!)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit
When: Forward-dated to November 4th

[The Interfaith Center sounds far more bustling and busy than usual - and anyone peering inside would quickly figure out that a communal dinner is underway! Take off your shoes and walk in: the lounge has extra tablecloths on the floor as well as buffet tables with non-alcoholic beverages and all sorts of food, including Jordanian cuisine (or the outer space equivalent of Jordanian food).

The board games are out of their hiding nooks; the furniture's arranged for the maximum seating possible; and even the teddy bears donated by Kitty & Winn are out for cuddling, should anyone want them.

The kitchen's bustling with helpers - Stefan's running around at vamp-speed to make sure everything's a) done on time and b) cooked to perfection - but he sure wouldn't mind an extra hand. And if you're still not up for some food? Well, the prayer rooms are open as usual. There's always a quiet moment to be found, even if the laughter's louder and the scent of freshly-baked mansaf's wafting through the long corridors.

Anyone and everyone who's ever been inside the Interfaith Center has been invited (via text message - and Stefan even used the fancy emoji). If you're not particularly faithful or devout? Well, drop by anyways. There's more than enough food to spare.]

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[mistyday]

I'm glad too.

[She beams up at him.]

And you brought your harp!

[bythewaves]

I always do. [ he points out, amused ]

Is that a request, little fleet foot?

[mistyday]

[She clasps her hands together in a combination of excitement and supplication.]

Oh yes, please!

[When has she ever not wanted to hear you sing?]

[bythewaves]

[ He chuckles and unslings the harp, idly checking the tuning ]

Alright then - what do you want me to play?

[mistyday]

Anything you want!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor chuckles at her ]

Something light, then, I think?

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

[mistyday]

[Misty sits cross-legged at his feet, her eyes closed as she lets the music waft over her. She sighs happily when he finishes.]

Thank you.

[bythewaves]

Master Bilbo Baggins wrote that one. [ He smiles ] He was a singularly odd hobbit, and an estimable personage.

[mistyday]

[She can't help but giggle at that name.] Bilbo Baggins? You ain't pullin' my leg are you?

[bythewaves]

[ He shakes his head at her, amused ] I am not! I will have you know that in the Shire, the family Bagggins was a highly respected and wealthy one!

[mistyday]

But you gotta admit, it sounds a little funny.

[bythewaves]

I cannot deny that, but I would never imply such!

[mistyday]

[She chuckles again then asks:]

What's a hobbit anyway?

[bythewaves]

Hobbits are a race, we think, distantly akin to Men. Where they come from no one rightly knows, but they are a cheerful people, standing at little higher than half the height of a Man, and very like them otherwise in all aspects save their feet, which grow very tough soles and are quite hairy on the top, so that they prefer to go unshod.

[mistyday]

[Misty’s brow furrows as she tries to picture what a Hobbit must look like.]


So like a dwarf?

[bythewaves]

Oh goodness no! [ Maglor laughs at the thought ]

Dwarves are taller, and broader, sturdy as the mountains. Hobbits are a folk of tilled earth and well kept hedges, soft - in appearance, anyway!

[mistyday]

Hobbits, elves, dwarves, men... y'all got so many types of people!

[bythewaves]

Do we? [ Maglor laughs softly ] I suppose I never thought of it so. I have not told you of the Ents yet, either!

[mistyday]

All we got is just humans, on Earth. But what are Ents?

[bythewaves]

Perhaps - but hobbits dislike us "Big Folk" - chances are, you might never know they were there!

The Ents are the Shepherds of the Trees. Like trees themselves they seem, but they may move - and swiftly if roused! - to deadly effect if their "sheep" ate threatened.

[mistyday]

[Okay that sounds like the coolest shit ever!]

Oh! Tree people!

[Misty's eyes get wide with excitement.]

I'd love to meet an Ent!

[bythewaves]

Aye, of a sort! I think you would like them too. They are slow and ponderous, vehemently protective, but kind.

[mistyday]

They sound a little like you.

[She grins.]

Well... not the slow and ponderous part so much.

[bythewaves]

I would hope not! [ he sniffs at her in mock pique ]

But thank you.

[mistyday]

You're welcome!

Hey, since you played for me, how about I play for you? I've been practicing my shamisen a lot.