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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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"It would be funny. You'd need trees for them to live in and bugs to feed them, but it could work. Honestly I've never had the chance to annoy my neighbors with a pet before, I had to travel too much for work." And they didn't have neighbors on Adamance, except for the wandering monsters.
They think, tilting their helmeted head. "It's not a familiar name. I take it it's a big deal?"
(CW: injuries)
"Trees," Rey said wistfully. She loved trees, at least the trees she'd seen on Takodana and Ahch-To, even if the ones on Ahch-To had been awful little spindly things. "What do you do for work?" She knew there were jobs, but she hadn't picked one yet.
"One of the biggest. It's a planet-wide city, the capital of the Old Republic." Likeliest in the running for capital of whatever sorted itself out after the destruction of the First Order, too, since obviously Hosnia Prime wasn't in the running for anything.
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"Here? Fishing. No experience required, I've worked a few different jobs but most of them were on the wrong kind of ship to have anything to do with fish." The Mipha's Grace might be the smallest outfit they've ever worked for, too. Weird to think that their captain, their coworker hauling in the crab traps, and the owner of the whole operation is the same person.
"Okay, now I know I haven't heard of it, because that sounds memorable." The kind of place that would either have the biggest tourist industry in the galaxy or entire sedimentary layers of garbage. Maybe both. "I don't know what republic you mean, either. My galaxy's got the Republic of This or the Republic of That, but they're not the kind of place where you can just say The Republic and people will know what you mean. You might still be right about it being two different galaxies in the same universe, though. Getting to the next galaxy over would take a looooooong time where I come from."
(CW: murder)
"Wrong kind of ship? Fish need water, is there a lot of water here? And can we try to learn how to swim in it?" The idea of water just being there, no special circumstances, was still a heady one. She didn't know what she'd want to do with it first, the learning to swim or simply splashing around while standing in it because she could.
"I've never actually been there. Jakku is technically a Core World, but it's really nothing like them." But from what she'd heard about it, his assumption would be right. A layer of crime and dirt and disease and poverty, with one slightly less so over that and on and on until they reached the skyscrapers above the clouds where only the obscenely wealthy lived. "And I dunno how to put it. It's the New Republic. But it's kind of had a few problems recently." And Rey thought about travelling to another galaxy a moment. "Yeah, wouldn't work where I'm from, either. No hyperlanes to make sure you didn't crash into something."