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

[postocular]

[ Honestly, Carl needs more people like Taako in his life. ] I'm telling you that's not a thing back home. No movies or comics or anything about them. It's pretty damn real.

[abracafcku]

But in all of your-- wait, there's only humans on your world, right? Like, no magic, just humans and now undead humans? No elves or orcs or, uh uh.... fuckin' gnomes or anything, right?

[He has to confirm before he makes a grand stupid statement.]

[postocular]

Nothing like that, no.

[abracafcku]

Good just checking because?

[Taako rant incoming]

How in the hell did an entire planet of humans miss that whole subgenre of horror? It's a staple! Like, it's apparently been this deep-rooted fear in society for, like, forever. Humans are the most preoccupied species with their own mortality - you'd think they'd have brought up that particular eldritch horror at some point.

[postocular]

I don't know, I'm not in charge of that shit. Maybe if it was, it wouldn't have been as bad. Everybody would have been prepared.

[abracafcku]

Yeah, seriously. Gods, your planet got boned in the media department.

[Which seems rude to say? But it's true.]

At least the undead don't last that long? Maybe you guys can starve them out.

[postocular]

I don't think they really need to eat, it's just instinct.. We've seen it a couple times, stuff just kinda passes through.

[ Which is about as gross as it sounds. ]

Mostly, we have to wait for them to rot unless we kill them first.

[abracafcku]

[Ew gross???? Taako holds his hands up to stop that thought from invading his brai-- NOPE, too late. UGH.

He makes a face and then points to the food in front of them all.]

This is still a dinner, dumbo. That is noooot an image I ever needed in my brain, thanks.

[But how long does it take for a body to rot??? He only has experience with undead creations that are usually slain as soon as they spring up. Necromancy carries a nasty punishment in his world, so it isn't something he's ever had to think about.]

[postocular]

[ It could take a body weeks or months to rot, unfortunately. So long as they could move, they would. ] Sorry. [ He's not that sorry, or that squeamish, for that matter. ]

[abracafcku]

[He waves the apology off.]

Maybe we should train you in necromancy. Get you back to your world and have you running that joint like a damn king.

[postocular]

...That'd be kind of cool.

[abracafcku]

First? Gotta find a necromancer. Second? You cannot let a dude named Kravitz know I set you on that path or I'll set your ass on fire, got it?

[postocular]

...Where am I going to even find one of those?

[ He blinks, confused. ] Why would Kravitz care? Isn't he like.. death?

[abracafcku]

Statistically? There's at least one here somewhere. People just can't help themselves.

[Taako picks up his ladle, using it like a pointer to jab it close to Carl's face.]

And he'd care because he's Death. Capital D, I think. It's his job to stop people from fucking with the natural order. So he finds out? Your ass is grass, my dude.

[postocular]

I mean, I already fuck with the natural order anyway, sooooooo... double jeopardy?

[abracafcku]

Double dead.

[He mimics Kravitz using his scythe, swinging it through the air.]

I think he's on a vacay right now considering we're not on our Prime Material Plane or whatever, but he might still get testy with you.

[postocular]

Guess I'll have to be careful, then. Not that I'd be able to do anything.

[ He wiggles the fingers of his free hand. ]

No magic.

[abracafcku]

Not yet. You wouldn't be the first non-magic boy I've trained.

[Just, the second. ...And the first from a non-magical world. But that's a problem for future!Taako to think about.]

[postocular]

..Really? You think you could do that?

[ Even if he couldn't, it's still pretty cool to think about. ]

[abracafcku]

Do you think I couldn't?

[And Taako will look offended for Carl's benefit. He's an amazing wizard and while Angus was basically already grasping the foundations of how magic worked before even coming to see Taako, it couldn't be that hard to teach someone, right? Taako was self-taught and look how awesome he ended up.]

[postocular]

Hey, you're the wizard, I don't know your full strength!

[ True, Taako makes it all look incredibly easy, and all the magic he's seen has been mostly practical and not really so much by way of fighting, but he doesn't really have any doubts about that. ]

[abracafcku]

Exactly. Lesson numero uno, non-magical boy, don't question Taako's magical prowess. I'll set your head on fire.

[He won't. Probably. Maybe? Who knows, but he's smirking as he says the threat, spinning up a conjured flame at the tip of his finger anyway.]

[postocular]

[ Yeah, he calls bullshit on that, but he doesn't call Taako out, at least. Carl knows better than to test fate. ] So..what kind of magic would I even learn?

[abracafcku]

Well, my specialization is Transmutation, but I know Evocation, Conjuration, and Illusion. Gotta know a little bit of everything, honestly.

But first? Cantrips. [He wiggles his fingers and casts Prestidigitation, sparks of light appearing on his fingertips.] Gotta learn the basics before you can even think about working spell components.

[postocular]

What are cantrips? [ Sorry, Taako, you'll have to start with the basics. While he can understand that magic is a thing, the jargon baffles him and also no magical knowledge outside of things like Harry Potter. ]