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ph_logs2024-10-13 02:12 pm
lasthumanvoice) wrote in ph_logs2024-10-13 02:12 pm
[OPEN, Mingle] Yamsgiving
Who: Cecil and EVERYONE
What: Another Harvest Celebration
When: Beginning of Pumpkinfest
Where: Center of town
Warning(s): Discussion of the Gala and its attendant CWs may come up
1. Yes, we're happy as fish [Food Prep, Oak and Iron kitchen]
Cecil's made a point of seeking out the best known chefs in town to help him put everything together for this meal. While sweet potato dishes are the star, at least one available with every course, he's hoping to hit a broad variety so everyone can find something they like. He, of course, is peeling and chopping his eternal sweet potato to make sure there's enough to go around.
(Of course you don't need to worry about him with a knife! He's fine! Don't you know he was once a boy scout?)
If someone needs an extra hand for their dishes, though, he's happy to lend one. There's an attitude of camaraderie and cheer in the room, with Cecil even breaking out singing at one or two points in the evening.
2. And gorgeous as geese [The Meal; Festival Green]
Everyone's invited to the feast. That is, in fact, the whole point. Cecil's always been pointedly neutral in the town's tensions, working as the most unbiased media monkey he can. He's the Voice of Pumpkin Hollow, and that means not taking sides between Dahlia and Neil and the Temple and whoever else. But after the gala, he's made a choice to act, to try to foster goodwill and warm feelings. This isn't the stone stew he offered during January's famine, this is a Redwall-style feast.
So, between glasses of mead from Kasprak Farm and dandelion wine, everyone is invited to fill their plate with candied yams and zucchini bread, roast chicken and venison donated by one of the Enforcers. There's a homemade cranberry sauce with citrus wedges and dandelion-leaf salad with an apple cider vinaigrette and toasted acorns for garnish. There's pasta with a homemade pesto sauce and cheese. Desserts, too, are plentiful, some even flavored with...chocolate. But many are not, and feature sweet potatoes. Muffins, pies, etc.
Find a table with a friend or a stranger, and indulge. This is a warm-fuzzy type thing--feel free to use it as a mingle.
3. And wonderfully clean in the morning [Cleanup; Also Festival Green]
Cecil is, quite honestly, expecting to be the only person to stay and clean up. He's been up since about five in the morning and he's dragging a bit at this point. Oh, he did take the time to eat, so he's not starving, but like. He could use help putting the Green back to rights.
4. We've got everything, we're growing everything [Cecil Wildcards]
[You know how to find me to plot.]
What: Another Harvest Celebration
When: Beginning of Pumpkinfest
Where: Center of town
Warning(s): Discussion of the Gala and its attendant CWs may come up
1. Yes, we're happy as fish [Food Prep, Oak and Iron kitchen]
Cecil's made a point of seeking out the best known chefs in town to help him put everything together for this meal. While sweet potato dishes are the star, at least one available with every course, he's hoping to hit a broad variety so everyone can find something they like. He, of course, is peeling and chopping his eternal sweet potato to make sure there's enough to go around.
(Of course you don't need to worry about him with a knife! He's fine! Don't you know he was once a boy scout?)
If someone needs an extra hand for their dishes, though, he's happy to lend one. There's an attitude of camaraderie and cheer in the room, with Cecil even breaking out singing at one or two points in the evening.
2. And gorgeous as geese [The Meal; Festival Green]
Everyone's invited to the feast. That is, in fact, the whole point. Cecil's always been pointedly neutral in the town's tensions, working as the most unbiased media monkey he can. He's the Voice of Pumpkin Hollow, and that means not taking sides between Dahlia and Neil and the Temple and whoever else. But after the gala, he's made a choice to act, to try to foster goodwill and warm feelings. This isn't the stone stew he offered during January's famine, this is a Redwall-style feast.
So, between glasses of mead from Kasprak Farm and dandelion wine, everyone is invited to fill their plate with candied yams and zucchini bread, roast chicken and venison donated by one of the Enforcers. There's a homemade cranberry sauce with citrus wedges and dandelion-leaf salad with an apple cider vinaigrette and toasted acorns for garnish. There's pasta with a homemade pesto sauce and cheese. Desserts, too, are plentiful, some even flavored with...chocolate. But many are not, and feature sweet potatoes. Muffins, pies, etc.
Find a table with a friend or a stranger, and indulge. This is a warm-fuzzy type thing--feel free to use it as a mingle.
3. And wonderfully clean in the morning [Cleanup; Also Festival Green]
Cecil is, quite honestly, expecting to be the only person to stay and clean up. He's been up since about five in the morning and he's dragging a bit at this point. Oh, he did take the time to eat, so he's not starving, but like. He could use help putting the Green back to rights.
4. We've got everything, we're growing everything [Cecil Wildcards]
[You know how to find me to plot.]
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He pulls out a small notebook and pencil from his pockets and says, "But seriously, I'm fine with home deliveries. I don't believe I have your address, so if you wouldn't mind..? I'll write it down and add you to my rounds."
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Bullshit. He's defensive.
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And then Eddie passes the small notebook and pencil over, so that Siebren can write the address down himself.
"Any allergies I should know about? Because, I suppose if you're pollen-sensitive it wouldn't be a good idea to include honey in your deliveries... or maybe vegetables you'd rather avoid?"
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"Tis the season for it and all, but I'll do my best to keep squash out of your care packages."
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He seems sheepish even explaining it.
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He chuckles warmly.
"Your ex--back home? I know here, you're, ahm, living with the priest?"
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Eddie gives a shrug and a self-deprecating smile. "Apparently everyone figured out I'm attracted to men before I could admit it. The whole reason Myra even married me was to pretend to be straight herself."
(To be entirely fair and factual, Myra also wasn't ready to admit to herself that she was a lesbian back then -- initially, she accepted Eddie's proposal because he felt like the safest option. But they were both going through the motions of presenting a heterosexual marriage to the world and neither were really happy in it.)
"I'm a lot happier with Angel, but the marriage to Myra was still a part of my past and it feels silly to avoid talking about her."
cw: glancing suicide mention, no ideation or act
He's kind of right; the author in question was born in 1978. Her first work wasn't published until 2009, though. Still, much closer to Eddie's time than his own.
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No, no, we just discussed not wanting to erase the past, don't mention the funky memory powers, Siebren.
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Eddie swirls the last of his drink in the glass, watching it for a moment, before he downs the liquid.
"I was hunted, as a child, for about a year. By a monster who ate children. All of us in my hometown were."
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"Thank you for the sympathy. Nightmares... seem like a common problem here in Pumpkin Hollow. For a variety of reasons." Eddie lets his hand drop, and after a moment, he says, "I wouldn't mind hearing about yours, if it would help and not hurt."
CW: forced institutionalization, coercion, bad backstory shit.
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Monsters aren't the only ones who can be cruel.
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"Well, considering that we're all likely dead where we come from..." then he pauses as the penny drops, and stuffs a piece of sweet potato into his mouth to shut himself up, while blushing with mortification.
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