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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.]
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.]
cw minor gore mention
Artemy gives a small nod at his explanation, his mind already painted a picture of the situation, having seen very similar situations before in his short lifetime.
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"Yeah, you wouldn't really want to get stuck in traffic on your way to work with a job like yours, huh," he says, after swallowing. "Glad to hear you're so on the ball about this, though. You working with any of the other doctors and nurses hanging around, or talked to any of them yet? They're all pretty great, I'm sure they'd be glad for another colleague."
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Last thing he wants to do is sit and wallow. For he would have quite a bit of wallowing to do if he let himself.
"And truth be told, that is part of the reason why I've made an appearance. To meet some of the people that reside here, make important connections, meet people. I've only met a few of the doctors who reside here, though I figure I'm bound to run into more."
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"And that's good thinking. You want me to try to point out some of the others for you, so you can go track 'em down later? If not, I'm sure they'll make themselves known sooner or later."
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Not that he's actually been doing this or anything, but sarcasm is an easy language for him to slip into.
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He glances around the gathered crowd, looking for who's present and who's not. As he speaks, he'll do his best to point out people as he rattles them off if they're around.
"First off, we've got Chris Freeman - not a doctor, they're a medical assistant, but they're great at what they do. They're who I go to mostly, and they run the Winterbottom Clinic with First Aid. He's one of the big robots, the one with plants growing all over him, and yes, that is his name. I think Cybertronians like him tend to be pretty straightforward about what they like to call each other."
That's just the impression he gets, from the admittedly small sample size he's got so far.
"Then there's Sally Boyle, over at the apothecary. She's who you want to go to for non-magical prescriptions - even stuff you wouldn't think you could make or get here. I think she's got an assistant there? Claude, maybe? Or Wilson? Maybe both?" He frowns a little, before shaking his head. "For the more wizardy stuff, there's Aeryn Sallek - they also go by 'they' over 'he' or 'she', like Chris.
"After that, you've got Hawkeye and John Watson - both military surgeons. Thankfully I haven't needed their services, but I'd trust either of them if it came down to it. I'm not sure what Anzu Menelikov's specialty is, but he's some kind of medical doctor. Bart Torgal's a not-that-kind-of-doctor in that he's a biologist, but he definitely knows his way around a first aid kit in a pinch. Drelasa's also not a doctor, but she can do some healing magic and would probably be worth talking to, too."
Finally pausing, Leon taps his fork against the plate thoughtfully.
"I've probably missed a few people, but that's who I've got off the top of my head. I know we've got some other people who can do magical healing around who aren't working as medics in an official capacity, but I don't know who all of them are offhand. Anyway. You got all that?"
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Artemy is barely familiar with electricity to begin with, only having access to such luxuries while studying medicine in the capital. Anything futuristic is completely beyond his worldview.
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It's good to have that kind of redundancy in case of emergency, and emergencies have a way of cropping up here.
"And I'd say they're creatures in the same way a human's a creature? They're people, just ones made of metal who can live, uh, millions of years, apparently." If he sounds a little overwhelmed at the idea of someone living that long despite being the one saying it, it's because he is. "I think there's a couple of them here with us, but I don't know much more about them than that. Feels kinda rude to ask someone for a rundown of their species when you mostly know each other well enough to say hi in the street when you pass, you know?"
That, and he's pretty sure he remembers Bart telling him that First Aid was kinda squirrely about letting people know about his technical specs even in case he needed to be repaired. Seems like it's personal stuff.
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Is Artemy going to ask the first robot he meets about all of this? Yes. Yes he is.
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Which does strike Leon as a little funny. He has to wonder if Cybertronians wrote speculative fiction about organic uprisings same as all the AI rebellion stories he grew up reading. Now that's something he's tempted to ask First Aid about.
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Yes he is making even more mental notes of more questions to ask when he meets one of these so called Cybertronians.
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"Okay," he says. "Two parts to this answer. First - I'm gonna guess you've picked up on the fact that you won't find Marrow Isle on any map from back where you were before you died, right? We're not -" don't say 'in Kansas anymore' that's gonna mean nothing to him - "on the same planet you were born on and probably lived your whole life on. But the weird thing is we're probably not even in the same space as that planet.
"Think about your world and all the stars in the sky existing in a massive bubble that encompasses everything. We're in another one, right now. And I'm probably from a third one entirely, and most of the people who made that deal with the woman with white hair who brought you here? Also from other ones. Does that, uh, make sense?"
In a way he'll be kind of concerned if Artemy just says 'yes', so he's pausing for questions here.
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He did mean stars sarcastically, for some reason the idea of there being different worlds wasn't that troubling too him, but the idea of robot aliens was.
"It makes sense, looking at all of the eccentricities of the people here. There are some things that can simply not be explained otherwise."
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"Yeah, you've got it. It can be kinda disorienting - I still keep catching myself assuming stuff that's true where I come from is universal and being, uh, wrong about that. Makes for some weird conversations sometimes."
He shrugs, huffing a little self-effacing laugh.
"But anyway. We've actually got a lot of folks here who are from the stars, either because they or their ancestors traveled there from Earth - or wherever humanity came from originally in their version of history - or because they aren't related to humans at all and their homes are somewhere else, out there. Pretty sure the Cybertronians are in that second category."
That's the impression he's gotten from his short conversations with First Aid, at least. He's a little shaky on the details, but he thinks that's right.
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His voice peeks, seeming a little bit excited by the prospect.
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He trails off, shaking his head and sighing. Like most kids he did go through a phase of wanting more than anything to be an astronaut, and while his didn't last all that long there's a part of a guy that really just doesn't get over how cool space is.
"That's one of the great things about this place, though. You get to meet people from places and with lives like you couldn't even dream of back home."
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Sorry. He completely missed everything else you've said, Leon. He's currently looking at you with awe and disbelief.
"How did you manage such a thing??? It sounds like a children's fairytale!"
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"Well, I'm not an engineer," he says, drumming his fingers on the table thoughtfully as he tries to put things in order well enough to tell about it. "Or a historian. But the short version is that - in the world I came from, at least - it takes a massive team of scientists working together to not only build an engine powerful enough to launch a vessel into space, but also to make it safe enough to keep the people inside alive while they're out there, design suits that are insulated against the radiation and the vacuum but are light enough to move around in, and to figure out when and where it's easiest and safest to launch from.
"I wasn't alive when the first moon landing happened, but my parents were. They said it was like the whole world came together to hear the news about how it was going, and what was happening with it."
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