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driftfleet2018-07-08 02:40 pm
perservering) wrote in driftfleet2018-07-08 02:40 pm
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[Closed] I mean, breakfast cobbler?
Who: Team Fam Mingle
Broadcast: None
Action: Iskaulit Community Gardens
When: Day after Glenn gets shuffled
[ It's been a rough few weeks. Glenn's unexpected arrival after such a brutal reminder of what waits for all of them after death has Carol feeling out of sorts, to say the least. She wants to celebrate them being all together, and alive, no matter how unlikely it may be. And once a southern housewife, always a southern housewife. The way she decides to celebrate is with food.
She does her best with what she has. The various gels and pastes and other processed foods along with whatever she can scavenge from the gardens and the stores of what they picked up on the last few planets. With all that, she's managed to put together a decent enough picnic. Not as good as what she wants, but nothing ever will be. The menu is: cold fried chicken, pasta salad, fruit salad, peach pie, and sweet tea.
She's set up a folding table and chairs with a sheet for a tablecloth. Brought place settings from the Heron. It's the closest she can get to actually being outside while still in the relative safety of the fleet.
Time to reconnect and recover. She sends a text invitation the morning of. ]
Come to the Iskaulit Community Gardens at lunchtime. Bring your appetite.
Broadcast: None
Action: Iskaulit Community Gardens
When: Day after Glenn gets shuffled
[ It's been a rough few weeks. Glenn's unexpected arrival after such a brutal reminder of what waits for all of them after death has Carol feeling out of sorts, to say the least. She wants to celebrate them being all together, and alive, no matter how unlikely it may be. And once a southern housewife, always a southern housewife. The way she decides to celebrate is with food.
She does her best with what she has. The various gels and pastes and other processed foods along with whatever she can scavenge from the gardens and the stores of what they picked up on the last few planets. With all that, she's managed to put together a decent enough picnic. Not as good as what she wants, but nothing ever will be. The menu is: cold fried chicken, pasta salad, fruit salad, peach pie, and sweet tea.
She's set up a folding table and chairs with a sheet for a tablecloth. Brought place settings from the Heron. It's the closest she can get to actually being outside while still in the relative safety of the fleet.
Time to reconnect and recover. She sends a text invitation the morning of. ]
Come to the Iskaulit Community Gardens at lunchtime. Bring your appetite.
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[ Barely, by any reasonable standards, but Daryl's not exactly verbose and the two of them-- well, they said a lot in very little. They always do, and it's almost comforting that death doesn't change that.
He's not avoiding him, at least. ]
First time we been in the same place, though.
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[She sighs, running a hand through her hair.]
I still can't believe it. This place is... something else.
[She'd heard of people coming back from the dead if they were killed here but not being brought here after they had died. It was entertaining some very selfish and almost obsessive thoughts of having Beth or her father back, of having so many of their old friends.]
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I'm glad, [ he says, quiet but earnest. She must know-- he'd trade anything, anything, to change what happened back home. The both of them deserve so much better than what they got, at least here they get something. ]