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[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.]

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Sephiroth can't help watching this rudimentary display of telekinesis. Although he has no Force knowledge in his world, he would no doubt be pegged as a Force sensitive were he to live in the Star Wars world. His telekinesis is about on par with Master Yoda's, being able to move and throw huge pieces of metal buildings if he chooses.

"Intriguing," he says at last. "Can you move anything larger than plates?"

If Rey heard the word 'rudimentary' to describe her skills, she'd be angry. Even though it would be technically right since Luke seemed to want to do quite literally anything other than train her in the Force.

Though, she thought she'd eventually get a crash course in it, thanks to Kylo Ren's offer and her conditions on the offer. He'd already offered to be her teacher once, she didn't imagine he'd be willing to pass up the chance twice given that he'd agreed to spare the Resistance ships in exchange for her.

But now she was here, so how was it said on Canto Bight? All bets were off?

"Well. I don't know? I've never tried anything bigger or heavier. But you have the Force, you can move things, too?" Even though what she felt wasn't exactly the Force.

Sephiroth's social skills were not always the greatest, but he would probably be too polite to say that aloud while sane again after all he had gone through as an insane megalomaniac. And he was just curious where she had learned her abilities.

"The Force?" he repeats. "That is what gives you your power? I can move things, yes, but I have never heard the power called the Force."

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Truth be told, she wasn't sure how she learned, either. She followed a probe back into the other's mind and that seemed to awaken the Force within her. Now, she couldn't turn it off, not that she would even if she could.

"Yeah, that'd be it. It's what binds everything together, Light and Dark. But not everyone can use the Force and those who do, they usually settle on one of the two. I use the Light." Most of the time Rey used the Light, but she was unsettled about how easily the Dark came to her. All she could do was try to keep laser focused on the Light.

Sephiroth had been experimented on from childhood, injected with alien DNA, and later in life had been thrown into the Lifestream, which held all the knowledge of the Planet. He had emerged from that incredibly overpowered.

"I see," he mused. "Are there different powers for each, or the same powers used for good or evil?" He had hoped his abilities could be used for good now, and he had been trying to prove that to himself with some of the activities he got up to on the isle.

Rey wouldn't know how that felt, but she did know the constant gnawing hunger which lived every day on Jakku. The wall of tally marks she'd made to show how long she'd endured. The strain of finding anything of value on already picked over Imperial Star Destroyers. Was no one destined for a peaceful childhood?

"I, uh. I know that Dark side users can create lightning. I'm pretty sure that's only a Dark side thing. I don't know if they can use Force healing, though, you'd think that would be only on the Light," she said thoughtfully.

Sometimes it certainly didn't seem like it.

"Interesting," Sephiroth mused. "I'm sure Dark Side users would want healing powers as well. I wonder if the Force only responds to healing requests if the user is of the Light. Or perhaps it simply takes someone whose heart is not swallowed up in the darkness to be able to use a power to mend or create instead of to destroy?"

Unfortunate, that. She'd doubt that Finn had a happy childhood, either, being raised to be a Stormtrooper.

"I think it's the last part. The Dark side is all about emotions--usually the bad ones. The Light is about controlling emotions." Rey smiled sheepishly. "I'm still working at that part. It's a lot harder than the old stories made it sound. There used to be hundreds and hundreds of Jedi, but it's just me and--and Luke Skywalker now."

Hopefully it wasn't as horrible as Sephiroth's childhood of being groomed to be a child soldier by mad scientists, but perhaps it was actually similar to that.

He nods thoughtfully. "Controlling emotions isn't easy," he agrees. And he frowns at this news. "What happened to all of them?"

Rey wouldn't want to let herself think about Finn's upbringing or her own, not when the focus was someone else. Suffering seemed to be common and it shouldn't be that way.

"It's not," Rey agreed fervently. "It's really not." She knew about her problems with her temper. Luke Skywalker's fear when she focused on the Dark side cave. Those things scared her and made her wonder about herself. And when asked about what happened to the Jedi, she sighed and looked down. "They were betrayed. There was a Sith Lord--a Dark sider--hiding in plain sight and he corrupted the most powerful Jedi and turned him against them. Hardly any survived."

It definitely shouldn't be.

He listened to the story with a troubled frown. The mention of the most powerful Jedi reminded him of how he had been the most powerful in the military organization back home and had in the end failed everyone.

"He was corrupted or he lost his mind?" he wondered. It was troubling either way, of course, and he didn't feel that losing his mind was an excuse for all he had done. But he couldn't help asking for clarification there.

Rey didn't know what to think about Kylo Ren's motives any more than she absolutely had to. Yes, what happened with Luke seemed to set him on his Dark path, but would it be inevitable anyway? He killed Snoke to save her...or he would've done it anyway and she was just the convenient excuse?

And she really didn't want to think of all the ways he tried to be his grandfather.

"He...most of this was rumors 'til recently for me. But he was a powerful Jedi who married in secret. Jedi aren't supposed to do that, they're supposed to be calm and not really--I dunno how to say this--not really date? Get married? But he did anyway. She was going to have babies and I, I guess that made him really protective. Which another person took and warped him into someone evil." Sometimes, the galaxy seemed like the story of the Skywalker family, its rise and fall and repeat.

It was hard to say about things like that. About so many things.

He pondered this story. "How tragic," he said at last, frowning. "They do say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions."

Even he, when he had cracked up, had believed his intentions were good: that humans had stolen the Planet from his alien "mother" and he had to help her reclaim it.

"They do? I mean, if it means what I think it means, you're right. All he wanted to do was protect his family, but I think protectiveness can turn into possession and obsession easier than most people want to admit," she said thoughtfully. Not that she'd ever known what protectiveness felt like, other than her time with Finn, Chewie, and...Han.

Rey wondered if Han knew his son would kill him. Wondered if Han would change anything if he could. But she stopped herself before she wondered about Han's murderer.

“Yes,” Sephiroth said quietly. “It unfortunately seems that is true. If normal solutions aren’t working, people can grow desperate.” He had seen that so much with people on his missions.

Zack certainly had never dreamed Sephiroth would crack up and turn against him … against everyone. If only he could take it all back…. But that, of course, was impossible.

"Yes. There's no telling what desperation might make a person do and then justify to themselves that it was the right choice." At that, Rey did have to think of him and his determination to burn the past to the ground.

But that link was broken. She couldn't feel him in the back of her mind here. Small mercies, she supposed. However small the mercies were, she'd take them. The Maker knew she wasn't used to getting any in the first place.

"Indeed."

Sephiroth was wandering down a dark path now in his thoughts. He shook himself out of it, trying to smile. "I'm afraid I've led us down too grim a path for the occasion," he said apologetically. "I apologize."

Zack the Umbreon wagged his tail.

"My name is Sephiroth. This is Zack," Sephiroth said.

So was Rey. She knew that if it was within Kylo Ren's power to follow her here, he would. It was only a matter of time. But what if this planet was so far into the Unknown Regions, he wouldn't be able to? It was nice to think about at least. She needed to gather her wits and decide what to do when she went home, so this...stay could help?

"It's all right. Not everything's simple or happy." She certainly knew that for a fact. "No need for that. I can handle it."

She wasn't quite certain what kind of animal was at his side. She knew she'd never seen one before.

"And I'm Rey. Good to meet you, both of you. Where are you from? Originally?"

Sephiroth, on the other hand, longed to see those he was thinking of ... although he wasn't as sure they would want to see him. He had been the calamity, rather than the ones he was remembering. And he had often followed Cloud around, as Kylo Ren would follow Rey if he could. Cloud was no doubt relieved to be free of him now.

He nodded, but was still fine with changing the subject to something lighter.

"And it's good to meet you as well," he said. "I am from a planet called Gaia. I'm not sure where Zack is from. I found him here. Apparently he's one species of animals collectively known as Pokemon. They aren't native to this world."

Rey doubted Kylo Ren would be pleased to come to and find Rey gone. He'd likely assume she'd ran away from him after all and take it out on what was left of the Resistance. So she hoped he would come here from the same point. A lot of trouble would be prevented that way.

She needed lighter, otherwise she'd spill details she wasn't willing to let go of just yet. It would take time. Time to think, time to get to know people, time to fully come to terms with her choice.

"Gaia? That sounds pretty," she remarked. And she examined the bei--Pokémon more closely. "He kind of reminds me of Porgs. Cute. How'd you get him if he's not a native being?

"There are beautiful places there," he agrees.

He studies the dog-like Pokemon with a thoughtful eye. "What is a Porg?"

And he shrugs. "Apparently the Pokemon just appear here from their world. It's very mysterious. They've come more than once. Those that don't bond with someone leave after a couple of months."

"Is there a lot of water? Or a lot of green places," she asked. Both would be best, but she didn't think she'd ever like snow. Not just because it reminded her too much of Starkiller Base but because it was just plain cold. She was sure she didn't like cold.

"It's something in the eyes they share. Even though a Porg is a bird, odd little birds with calico feathers." Rey had never seen anything like them before, all Jakku had had was carrion birds.

"So the Pokemon are kind of like us? We come here after a near-death thing, though. Has anyone said that's how it works with them?"

"Yes, there is both," Sephiroth replied. And snow too.

"I see," he muses. "Are they very friendly?"

And he pauses, pondering. "I don't think anyone knows," he admits. "Although there are some Pokemon actually called Ghosts. I'm not clear on if they're dead or if somehow they're an actual species called Ghost."

Then I'd like to see it, if I can. Green, growing places...they're beautiful." Rey didn't think she'd ever get tired of them. She could've spent months if not years on Takodana if it wasn't for what happened.

"Sort of. They're shy at first and they're definitely not for food." She still had no idea how Chewie had done it, all it took was one look from those big, dark eyes and Rey put them in the 'not food' line immediately.

"Ghosts," Rey scrunched her nose. "Like Force ghosts or something else?"

"Perhaps someday you will be able to," Sephiroth says. He hopes he can go home someday ... that somehow he can help protect the Planet he tried to destroy in his madness. And maybe if he makes friends here, they will have the chance to see it too, if they want. Idle thoughts.

"Because of their shyness or because they don't taste good?" Sephiroth asks.

He looks a bit confused. "What is a Force ghost?"

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