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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.]
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"Mine uncle took me to the capitol, when I was still short of bar mitzvah age," Lev says. "There were ... nu, many reasons. Mine education, the desire to live in a place where a minyan was easier to find. I remember little of my first home, but ..." here he pauses, and shrugs. "Sometimes, like. Sometimes I think I tell myself such things only because forgetfulness is easier to bear than homesickness."
As for the matter of design, he brightens a little.
"Grand design, maybe," he says. "Symmetry, or nu, fractals. It would be like, pleasing to think that HaShem's work can be expressed in mathematics. Though like, I think fractals change not with iterations, and I remember not the term for the patterns what mutate. But ... nu. After some of the things I saw here, I draw comfort from the notion that there is a limit to what might be, as far as ... nu. The narrative goes."
The way he says narrative, it's almost the same tone some people might say laws of physics. Something immutable, something to be found.
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"Fractals. I believe that is a much more generous word than copies. Not perfect symmetry, no, this is obvious just by looking at everyone here-" He gives a quick glance to some of the other people at the party, "Deviations can be both great and small. We might be onto something."
He leans back slightly into the bench behind him before continuing on, "Are you homesick, Noukher? Memories can bring both joy and pain, but what is joy without pain?"
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"The details of the deviations may well like, obscure the common grounds?" Lev says. "But like, this is all rather beyond me? L'HaShem ho-oretz imloyoh1."
But he frowns as he says it.
"But which Earth?" he says, softly. Then he shakes himself and looks at Artemy, smiling again. And even though the smile requires effort, it is genuine all the same.
"I find myself homesick for many places, nu?" he says. "But ... nu. I suppose as long as the right people are around, there is little I shall weather not. And thou hast the right of it. How shall we know what is and is not, except by experiencing both the positive and the negative, and not like, merely the positive's negation?"
1 "The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it", Tehillim 24:1. Ashkenazic (South-Eastern Yiddish) pronunciation.
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He smiles slightly. Mainly just to put Lev at ease. It seems unpracticed, carved in somehow.
"Indeed, though, you must let yourself experience both. Even if it is uncomfortable, or painful." He adjusts, shifting his weight back onto the bench, "Truth be told, I am also a bit homesick for the town on gorkhon. I never thought I'd feel that way after my welcome home party, but life is full of surprises."
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Lev shrugs, a little helplessly.
"I suppose exile is exile everywhere, nu?" he says. He smiles back at Artemy; his smile is practiced, easy, but there's some note of duty in it, nonetheless. He is one what has to smile for a living, at least on occasion. The difficulty Artemy has in smiling at him in the first place has not gone unnoticed.
"Thou hast known more than thy fair share of pain, nu?" he says, gently. "And like, from how thou speak'st, more than thy fair share of homesickness, I should wager."
He cocks his head to one side, regarding Artemy with friendly curiosity; inviting him to talk, or be silent as he wishes.
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He does regret the war. But he isn't ready to talk about it. His hands clasp together. He looks across the party.
"Well. Perhaps it all helped me become a better man."
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continuing in overflow here!