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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[Nel's wandering has taken him all over. he's been spending most of his time planetside and far away from his ship--he's partied at the festival, he's hopped from one tavern to another, poked around every district that hasn't kicked him out... but once he finds the heart of the marketplace, right at the busy hub of trade around the riverside docks, he doesn't stray again for a very long time.

because, amongst all the finery and novelties from the supposed faraway land of Easteros, he has finally found the holy grail...

Elven food.

sure, they're calling it something else here, and all of the ingredients he recognizes the smell of have different faces, but they can't fool him. he knows the tastes of home, and he can't get enough of it.

so, he stays there long after his money runs out. which means he'll be hanging around the stalls and carts, looking for leftovers to snatch or approachable faces to mooch off of. anything for another little touch of home.]

[meanwhile, Nunnally is rolling through town in her rickety but "authentic" wheelchair and looking for a place to eat. It's nice to be able to indulge a little bit in these planets, and it's fun to try the different kinds of food that are scattered throughout the galaxy. When she spots a shop that has unfamiliar smells wafting from it, she looks inside curiously. And as she looks, she spots a certain friend in the middle of it all. Well, her decision is now made.

As she rolls inside she'll wave to Nel if he glances her way. But, she'll wait until she's close enough to be heard to actually say anything]

Hello Nel!

[he distracted, so it takes hearing his name to really pull his attention from the treat he'd just snagged, and he grins and waves back like there's been no time at all since they'd last hung out.]

Nunnally! Hi!

[and he flaps his hand, gesturing her closer.]

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[she does indeed roll her chair closer]

It seems like you're really enjoying yourself! [she sounds genuinely glad for that] Is the food delicious?

[and whether or not her first comment is true, he skips right over it to the second half. that's the important part.]

Yeah, here-- open your mouth. [as he's already tearing off a bit of whatever food he has wrapped in a little bit of paper]

[being fed would normally be embarrassing, but with Nel it feels more natural, like hanging out with a sibling. So she giggles a bit and complies]

It smells good!

It's elven!

[which, to him, is the only explanation needed.

and the food lives up to the smell--some soft, dense bread wrapped around spiced meats and roasted root vegetables. it's full of aromatic herbs and flavors, but the actual taste is milder than expected, and not spicy at all.]

...Well, they're not saying that it's elven, but it totally is. I'd recognize it anywhere.

[oooh, she chews it slower, but then takes the second bite more quickly than the first. She nods in agreement]

I thought it would be too spicy, but it's delicious. [hmmm, she's so glad that he could find some little happy piece of memory here. But it makes her wonder...]

I wonder how this style of food came to this planet? Do you think it's possible that it had contact with your world a very long time ago?

[he'll just go ahead and share the whole thing with her, then]

Yeah, I don't know... they said that this all came from some land across the ocean... but had no idea what I was talking about when I said it tasted like elven food.

Like, you taste that, um... it's kind of buttery? But also kind of leafy? That's tallowplant. Only elves ever use that. My mom had a couple growing in a little window box thing back home.

That's so interesting... [to think of these planets as part of a larger galaxy... It's strange to think that everyone's homes might not be so far away in that sense]

It seems like it could also work well in desserts... Is it ever used to make sweets? [she can imagine pairing this taste with strawberry for some reason]

Oh, yeah. You can fry things in it, and it's really good for, like... creams and frostings and stuff.

My mom said it was kind of a replacement for fat. And butter. [and he pauses to stuff some more into his mouth because just talking about it is making him hungrier.] --But it's a plant!

[Strolling around near the docks brings back faint memories that are both good and bad, though Felix considers that a lot of it may be dulled with the weight of nostalgia. He doesn't mind it like he used to, but he doesn't venture all too close to the edges as it is. It isn't hard to do, when there are plenty of stalls to browse. The food doesn't interest him all that much. Now that he's brought the proper clothing that allows him to go largely illusion-free, he keeps an idle eye out for little pieces of jewelry to add to the mix. Most of it is out of his price range, but his fingers still roam over stick pins and earrings.]

[the elf is out wandering, following much that same itch for little, pretty things. and, of course, it always strikes when he's got nothing to spend.

there's no real intent behind his browsing, which means that his attention is free to be easily pulled off somewhere else. and, in this case, his gaze gets drawn up to a nearby face.

it's a funny way that the elven brain works--visual cues cut right through the conscious thought part of the mind and hit right to the back of it. he's glancing up and staring at someone before he even really notices that he's doing it.

this is what he gets for walking around with the filter on his modulator shut off. he gets to see through the illusions, right to the good stuff.]

[Felix has often made a sport of being stared at. He'd gotten very good at turning his unusual appearance to his own advantage, building on his height, hair, and eyes that were unusual even in the Mirador. He added to that mix a wardrobe meant to turn every wandering gaze into a slight production. The sapphire blue doublet he's wearing now still lacks a few measures of ostenatiousness, but he no longer looks like a peasant to everyone else.

Even so, no one has stared at him quite like that lately. He feels the weight of it even before he turns to discover it's source. He's anything but bothered by it, and he returns the look with a blazing smile]

Can I help you?

[and Nel reflects that smile automatically--reflexively bright and charming right back. it's a good defense; the little elf wears it well.]

Oh... was I staring? [the feigned bashfulness isn't meant to look genuine, in this case.] Sorry.

[It's something they have in common, to the point that he might not even realize the tactic is being used on him]

It's quite all right. I usually take it as a compliment.

Oh. It is.

[and he sticks his hand out, because this guy seems respectable enough for this to probably be the appropriate greeting.]

I'm Nel, by the way.

[Respectable is a relative word, but he doesn't bite. He accepts the hand and shakes it gently.]

Nel. [He repeats the name, rolling it over in his mouth experimentally. Almost lovingly.]

My name is Felix. It's a pleasure to meet you. What ship are you from?

Felix? That's a cool name.

[not exactly the same as Felix' way of appreciating a name, but the sentiment is similar.]

And, oh, I'm from Three Twins... which I still think is a dumb name, but I guess it could be worse.

[sorry, Wonderduck.]

[Felix chuckles softly in agreement.]

It's the least of our problems, yes. I'm enjoying what time we're allowed out of them. So far this town is actually an improvement.

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I'm just finding this tag now??

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