Fleetsgiving Mingle [ Open to All ]

[universal_charm]

Who: Everyone Who Wants to Come!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Sunday

An invitation was sent out via the network to all of the Fleet, inviting them to come together for a night of feasting, dancing, and games.

Kirk has managed to procure an event space for what he has dubbed Fleetsgiving. It sports a warm, interior space, decorated with tables, including two longer ones for food and drink. Along the far wall is a fireplace, crackling away for warmth, chairs set around and a table for fireplace games. The entire room glows with lights set in draped garlands, candles, and dim lights, warm and inviting and offering intimacy for those who wish to find it. Kirk would take credit for the decor, but no, it was the product of the owners of the event space. Probably just as well, to be honest.

An open space at the center is open for dancing at one's leisure, music drifting through the air - loud enough for dancers to sway to a beat, but not loud enough to make conversation impossible. But, who knows, maybe towards the latter half of the evening when everyone has drunk enough, there will be a dance contest. There might also be a karaoke contest, but, really, that's up to the people.

There is some prepared food - something that looks like a kind of poultry and something like meatballs in a bright orange sauce. Kirk can't vouch for what sort of animals they came from, but he can vouch for them being delicious. Bread, jam spreads, butter, local nuts and crackers. For desert there are what look like tiny tarts, and cookies dusted in a sweet pink powder. But while there is food provided, there is plenty of room for others to bring their favorites from home, or even their favorites from being here in the Fleet.

Nothing was spared for drinks either. Local wines are set out in their bottles, ready to pour, fizzy drinks in cans and punch bowls, harder options for those who wished them further down, and water and juice for those less inclined to imbibe. While there isn't much room for additions, they are welcome.

By the fire are a number of games laid out for choice - cards, some board games, and even a chess set, though it is a touch odd. Three boards, at varying heights, on a curved stand. The way the seats are arranged make it comfortable for many to play at once, or for only a few to play and many to gather by the fire and watch or idly chatter.

Come one, come all, and have a good time!

_{[ ooc: this is an open mingle post! Go ahead and make your own starters, tag around, and have a good time! Characters would be encouraged to bring their own food to add, or drinks if they so like, favorite games, etc. ]}

Comments

[abracafcku]

...Oh, my gods, you wound me. A dry turkey?

[He cannot imagine subjecting anyone to dry turkey. That's...that's just cruel and unusual culinary punishment.]

You've never had anything but dry turkey?

[postocular]

...Yeah, my mom wasn't a great cook, but dad and I went with it, anyway. [ Because that's what you did, right? ]

[abracafcku]

[Oh shit.

Uh.

Even Taako knows better than to insult a mother's cooking. He pauses for a moment, then drops another cut of meat onto Carl's plate.]

Well, if she ever shows up here, you send her to me and I'll see if I can't at least salvage some of those skills of hers.

[postocular]

[ Carl offers a strained smile, nodding. ] Yeah.. though I really doubt it. She died a few years ago.

[abracafcku]

[Yeah, he figured as much. Taako though? He's not going to let that stop him.]

And? I died like eleven times before coming here, and that's just the eleven I apparently remember. You can't say they don't bring people after death here either, so there's always a chance.

[He's trying to be reassuring...? Sort of?]

[postocular]

[ ...Man, he really hopes not. Mostly because he doesn't know how to face that, and also, if she left, he'd be real torn up about it. ] ...Seriously? You can die that many times?? [ W i l d. ]

[abracafcku]

Time bubble shenanigans - all of them apparently counted enough that Death himself came by for a little disappointed chat-sy about, well, not bending, but absolutely obliterating the rules of life and death, but we came to an agreement in the end.

[A very favourable one, really.]

That said? Death here is weird as shit, and the Atroma are giant fuckwads who like to give us what we both want and don't want the most, so who knows.

[postocular]

It's like something out of a fantasy novel.. I've met Death before. Big skeleton in a black robe? Really likes cats? He's cool. No, trust me, I know that much, at least. I kind of.. uh..died? Once? Not great..

[abracafcku]

Ah yeah that Death? Not mine. The one I know is, well, only sometimes a big skeleton. Not sure if he likes cats.

Buuut that's not as important as that other thing? You died, huh? Here?

[postocular]

Huh.. There's two Deaths here? That's pretty cool. Wonder if they know each other? [ There is a very long pause followed by a small nod. ] Technically twice? But, uh..yeahhh...

[abracafcku]

Hey kiddo? Technically or no? Twice is still twice - take it from the guy who almost got killed by Death.

[He pauses, tapping the carving knife against the cutting board.]

So? Was it those cannibal assholes or something else?

[postocular]

Something else- something from home. I kind of... carried it over. [ Which is still kind of worrying, but hey. At least Taako wasn't here for that mess at the waystation.. ]

[abracafcku]

What, like a plague?

[Shit. Is he infectious???]

Are you like the human version of the monkey from Outbreak? You're legally obligated to tell me.

[postocular]

Not really? [ Yep, a kid from a zombie apocalypse with no real concept of zombie culture. The fact that all these people know about it is really weird, okay??? ] ...What's Outbreak?

[abracafcku]

It's a scroll - do you not having-- [He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He has no idea what they even call moving scrolls in other universes.]

It's a story about this fucked up cuteass little monkey that gets brought over to be a pet, but it's got this crazy disease and nearly wipes out an entire country.

So if it's not a plague - what happened? You just get sick and die? Because that? Super sucks.

[postocular]

[ That sounds crazy and also scary. A pet monkey caused an entire country to be wiped out? Well, if that had been it, the man at the CDC hadn't said anything like that. But it had been something. ] Dunno how it started, but there's nobody around to fix it. [ There's an even longer pause, and he shifts, glancing around hesitantly. This isn't..really something he's talked about with anyone not from his world before. ] Got bit first, but yeah..

[abracafcku]

Wait. Hold up?

[He's putting his utensils down because this is getting crazy.]

Something bit you? Then you got sick and died? What was it? Like Super Rabies??

[postocular]

I... guess? Like I said, I don't really understand what happened. I was twelve when it started. [ Welcome to his buck wild life, Taako. ]

[abracafcku]

What. The fuck?

[What kind of weird-ass disease kills from a single bite? He stares at Carl for a moment, then folds his hands together in front of his face for a second, breathing in.

Then he puts both hands on Carl's shoulders.]

No offense? Your world sounds shitballs crazy.

[postocular]

[ Carl can't help it, he laughs. ] Y-yeah..it's kind of bullshit. [ He even puts his plate down for a second and lifts up the edge of his shirt so Taako can see. Right over his ribs, there's definitely a scar that looks like a human bite. ]

[abracafcku]

[He pulls back and takes a look at that mark, eyebrows quirking up as he realizes something.

That?

That isn't an animal bite.]

Okay, crazy question and like, no shame or nothing, but is that? That's not from an animal, is it.

[postocular]

..Nope.

[abracafcku]

[Mkay, this is where things get weird because? Taako knows of zombies. He's never had to really fight the undead before, but he knows of them. Zombies in his world are the raised dead used for fighting or something though, usually controlled by a necromancer and heavily punished by the laws of the Raven Queen.

But they're still, essentially, warriors and they use weapons not...teeth.

He stares at the wound for a moment, then scratches his head.]

So a dude bit you and you died? He must've had some gnarly breath.

[postocular]

Yeah.. Dead people don't smell great. You get used to it, at least? Everything smells kind of bad. [ Wouldn't everything be so much easier if they were being controlled?? And also punishable. ]

[abracafcku]

[Okay, so yep! His guess was right, but something about this still seems off.]

Um, one? No, you should never get used to that smell. It's gross.

And two? Why was a necromancer attacking a kid?