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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.]
3.
In Misa's time, people of all ages join the Order, but she's never seen this woman around Tython, or Coruscant.
"My name is Misa, I'm a Jedi Padawan of Master Terrik." She says, with an easy bow. She's wearing her Jedi robes, made in blues, though her tabards are green.
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But she doesn't feel anything like the darkness which had clung to Kylo tighter than his cloak, the apathy which Luke had, or the banked coals of Leia, in this young woman the Force feels alive. Alive and well.
As the plates bobbed merrily in the air, Rey took a hard swallow and managed to get out, "Jedi...Padawan? Like in the days of the Old Republic?"
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Misa wonders where this woman is from, talking about an Old Republic. She is not Sith, nor Dark Side coded. That much is true. But she can detect the banked power in the young woman.
"Are you not part of the Order?" She asks. People slip through the cracks, for sure, with the end of the Sith War and the Treaty at Coruscant.
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Rey clings to the Light with both hands. Despite her deal with Kylo Ren, she wasn't about to turn Dark, even though she knew her temper and her enjoyment of battle probably weren't exactly Light.
"No, I am. Kind of. My, uh. My master wasn't exactly devoted to my training." Which she guessed she could understand. To try so hard and have everything end so horribly...it was hard to not take it personally that Luke didn't want to formally train her, but she knew he had his reasons.
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"Who was your Master and why wasn't he reported to the council? The Grand Master would never tolerate that." It's said sharper than she intended. She takes a deep breath. "My apologies. I'm a mere Padawan and shouldn't interfere." Each Master has their own way of training.
"But here, allow me to help you?" She asks, smiling a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?"
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"I, ah, he's kind of cranky. I wasn't expecting that, so I didn't know what to do about it." Which was true. She hadn't even gotten her promised third lesson. She had snatched the ancient Jedi texts before she left, but she hadn't had much time to try and read them before they reached the Supremacy. "It's okay, I'm really new at all of this. Hard to know what I was expecting, really."
Rey gave her a thankful smile. "Thanks, I appreciate that. And I'm Rey. Good to meet you."
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She nods, though. "Some Masters should not be inflicted upon Padawans." She admits, softly. "They don't do well with those that don't have the rank to push back." She's seen it before, though usually the Grand Master handles it before it becomes too much of a problem.
"I am no Master, but if you'd like to work together, I would not be opposed." Misa makes the offer tentatively, not knowing this woman's story, but only able to touch the light in her. She is no Sith, and that must be stopped at all costs.
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But then the First Order rose from the rubble seemingly overnight.
"Yeah? But what if he's your only option?" Rey could understand what had made Luke so bitter and withdrawn, to see everything he fought for undone by his very own nephew. She thought there was still Light in Ben Solo, at least she could feel his conflict.
And Misa's offer made Rey grin. "Yeah? I'd like that a lot, I'm still kind of a beginner with everything that isn't a lightsaber. Though, I did manage to trick that guard." Rey was determined to cling to the Light. She knew that she'd be tested but she felt she could endure whatever the Dark Side threw at her.
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"Well, I'm sure between the two of us, we can come up with some sort of training regimen." She has her own thoughts.
But there is something niggling at her. "You called the REpublic 'old'. Why?"
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But this made her grin. "I'd really, really like that. So much, I can't--well. Thank you."
"It's the time thing. For me, it's 34 ABY. What's it for you?"
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She doesn't like what she's hearing, but only allows confusion to show. Something is very, very wrong here. Still, this is a fellow Force Sensitive and she will help as much as she's able.
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"And ABY stands for after the battle of Yavin IV. It's when the Rebels got their first huge victory, blowing up the Death Star." Blown up by young Luke Skywalker, just barely becoming attuned to the Force. Time hadn't been kind to him.
Rey was confused. Was anyone else from their galaxy? Was she from the latest point in it? Surely not, there had to be others. Right?
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"What Rebels and what's a Death Star?" Misa asks, walking with the other woman. It seems they have a lot to talk about. Some of this doesn't make any sense. What does make sense is that they are two Force Sensitives in a place where the Force feels different, where it doesn't feel like on Tython.
"Come, I have a feeling we have a lot to talk about." Misa sighs. She doesn't like this at all.
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"It, uh. Stuff that people a few dozen years had to deal with. It's over now." Which was technically true, even if it was missing details. Again, she couldn't help wondering what Finn and General Organa would do when they found out about her deal with Kylo Ren. Not Ben, not anymore, not after he chose power and had to have her, too.
"Yeah. Sure seems that way," Rey said with her best attempt at a casual smile.
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"I have a feeling we are from the same galaxy, but time appears to be different." She says. "Were you in my time, no doubt some Master would have brought you to the Order to be tested, and then another would have taken you on as an apprentice." Padawan was usually reserved for the younger students.
She helped keep the plates steady. "I don't suppose you have a saber do you?" Misa asked hopefully. Her robes were bereft without hers.
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"I think so, too," Rey said, eyes wide. "Really? They'd find me even if I was on Jakku? I...it would've been hard to convince me to leave. I had reasons for wanting to stay there." Reasons like waiting for her parents, her dead parents buried in a pauper's grave. The thought of it gave her a pang of grief.
"Uh. No. I was using someone else's anyway, they probably figured since it wasn't technically mine, I shouldn't get to keep it. Why, d'you have yours," she asked hopefully.