Food and Fun - OPEN Gathering!

[livemoore]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Outside on the grounds, near the gardens
When: Saturday, August 11th
Rating: G! If you take it to an extreme sexy or extreme sad place, please warn in the subject line!
Summary: Liv and Papyrus host Wonderland's Inagural Inter-planetary Fod Festival!
The Story:



The stage has been set for everyone to have food from all over time and space, and Liv is possibly a little more excited about this than she should be. Her message with Papyrus didn't seem to drum up a ton of interest when they made their announcement, but she's hoping like hell this actually goes somewhere.

There's a table with Sharpie pens and little cards to write the name of the dish, main ingredients, and where it came from (plus the bringer's dish if they want) and three huge coolers filled with ice and various drinks like bottled water, juice boxes, soda, and beer for the adults (that one's labeled on top). Cutlury, napkins, and cups are taken care of! There's also music playing, the equivalent to what might as well be a random Pandora station not set on one specific genre of music. It easily goes from an Adele song to the Spice Girls and back around to something by Adam Lavine.

All that's really left, is for Liv to sit back and enjoy the day.

[ OOC: This is, obviously, a gathering post! Please top level, tag around, and have fun! ]

Comments

chloe decker, ota;

[thevulnerability]

Although Chloe wasn't entirely sure she would actually participate in the get-together, her love of cooking ended up winning over her love of keeping to herself. She showed up with a plate piled high with her favorite sandwich, the ingredients gathered from the kitchen and lovingly created by hand. Not an easy task, but the warmth of the kitchen and the smell of the eggs and melting cheese made her think of her own kitchen and left her feeling bittersweet about the whole thing.

She scribbled onto a card and left it from of the plate:

My Favorite Grilled Cheese
Egg
Cheese
Hawaiian bread
(Chloe Decker, Earth, 2016)

Everyone once in a while she would drift by the plate, just to see if anyone was partaking and - more importantly - if it's being enjoyed.

[ For Lucifer ]

Eventually, Chloe comes back around to her own food and snatches one of the sandwiches off the plate. It doesn't take her long to find Lucifer perusing the choices himself and she comes up behind him, slipping to his side and offering the sandwich to him on a paper plate.

"Special delivery."

[walkingheroin]

Lucifer glances over his shoulder as he senses her sidled up beside him, reaching for the plate smoothly as he gives her a grin.

"Ah, so I do get to partake in the results of your distraction today."

By distraction, he obviously means distracting her from him, but he allowed it for once. Or, at least, he didn't bother her enough to keep her from finishing it.

[ladydemocracy]

Leslie has honestly never had a grilled cheese so good in her entire life. It's like breakfast but ALSO lunch at the same time. She has like four of them and seems to be highly enjoying. When she finally decides to move on, empty plate in hand, she sees the person she's still 50/50 on the fence over.

"Chloe!! Your take on the grilled cheese should be hailed as an all-American classic by now."

Misty Day - Open

[twirlier]

Misty is still uncertain about how trusting she feels about this place, but she's spoken to enough people to know she can't just turn her back on them. They're not the witches she knew, but there are good people here and like she learned before; without the right tribe, you'll never find happiness and you'll never make it.

So she spent some time in the kitchen, making what she found to be the best comfort food growing up. She takes her time, using as many fresh ingredients as she can find, humming the spell under her breath as she works.

Dressed in new clothes she pulled from the closet, Misty makes her way to the gathering in a long, soft floral print skirt, a slim tank and barefeet. Her shawl is in shades of rich amber and gold, the bright shades of the sun mingling with rich brick red. Summer shades to compliment the heat of the dish.

Filling out a little card, she sets it before the earthenware bowl, giving a nod at the note before heading off to find a plate and food herself.

Jambalaya. No seafood. Not vegetarian.

Salt for purification. Garlic to clean the blood. Bay for prosperity. Paprika for energy. Onion to banish negativity. Thyme and Oregano for wellbeing and peace. Sage to purify and Pepper to protect.

- Misty

[thesamurai]

These kinds of things, Michonne has her katana on her back, but she's otherwise relaxed, making her way through the tables, sampling things as she goes. But it's something that reminds her of Sundays at her grandmother's that makes her stop at the Jambalaya. Smells like home when she was a little girl, and she immediately gets a bowl for herself, taking a bite as soon as she can manage.

She's not a loud person, but right now, anything she could say evaporates as she realizes, shit. This is home. Looking around for the person who made it, for a Misty who she's never heard of. Must be someone new, so Michonne stays close, hoping the person returns even as she keeps eating.

[naughty_nurse]

Banishing negativity? Wellbeing and peace? Sign her the fuck up.

Mikan nervously begins to approach - she's been having a rough time of things, with the boy she fell in love with going home to die, so anything that can make her feel better she's absolutely going to try. If she's allowed. Nervous nelly and all that.

"... Excuse me...?"

[schachmeister]

It's the little card rather than the food that catches Armin's attention. Not that the food doesn't look --and smell-- wonderful as well, but most of the dishes do so. He scans the list of ingredients and the supposed properties. He doesn't recognise all of them, but onions, salt and the herbs are familiar enough. Except back home nobody has ever talked about onions being particularly good at banishing negativity or that salt purifies. In fact, considering how expensive salt is, few people have enough of it to cook daily dishes. That is something saved for special occasions.

He's really like to know more about this.

He glances around until he finds the woman who he thinks is the one who brought in this food, the one in the bright floral skirt. Or, at the very least, she is one of the people closest to the dish. "Uhm, excuse me."

[oneagainstall]

Gren isn't really one for social gatherings. Not unless they involve some dank bar somewhere, anyway. But Wonderland is at least pulling him a little out of the shadows he usually clings to. Besides, the promise of food and alcohol is a pretty damn good one.

He still generally avoids mingling with the people who've shown up- but Misty is a face he recognises, and so he ambles over, raising his hand in an idle greeting.

"Hey, witchy lady. They convince you to try this thing out, huh?"

[mollymocked]

Hawke introduced Molly to the wonders of Wonderland's magic when it came to food, which was a wonder for someone who has had to go hungry on occasion, but this is next level. Actual homecooking from different worlds. Now that's worth his attention. So of course he's been bounding hither and yon, sampling and complimenting every single cook.

"Now there's an auspicious dish," Molly grins as he reads the card, eyes trailing up to Misty as soon as she comes back around. "I dunno whether I should eat it or ask it for my fortune."

Mazikeen, ota

[selfworthbitches]

[Mazikeen is only here because her only friends are here she's bored and doesn't have anything better to do. But that doesn't mean she has to take it seriously or anything. On her card, she just writes breakfast. On the table, there are a bunch of little bowls set out with cereal in them. Cereal, specifically, floating in vodka.

What? It's her favorite meal!

She keeps a vague eye on the set-up, mostly to get a look at anyone's faces if they try it without realizing what it is, but mostly she's just relaxing, feet up on a table, eating a bowl of cereal and vodka.]

[shslliar]

[He's not gonna try it immediately. He's going to make a face at it at the cereal as it floats around in the unidentified clear liquid. What even is that? Water? Flat lemon lime soda? Capri sun? Lighter fluid???]

BLEH! [He sticks out his tongue like the child he appears to be.] What kinda alien puts that in their cereal?

[thevulnerability]

[ Luckily, Chloe knows better than to actually try anything Maze brings to the table. Maze might be further along in their timeline, but Chloe already knows what it's like to live with someone who has no cooking skills whatsoever. Someone who was basically like having to raise a second child. At least this one contributed to the rent. Usually. ]

Seriously, Maze? No one is going to want to eat that. You do know there are kids here, right? [ A realization dawns on her. ] Oh God, please tell me you never fed this to Trixie.

[soupcansam]

[ Ohhhh, cereal! As soon as he picks up a bowl, he takes a huge spoonful and chews.

And that's it, he just chews. There's a mild look of surprise, and after clearing his throat, he pushes the cereal around with this spoon before taking another bite, finally ready to critique it - loudly. ]

I'm all for booze and cereal, but if you're gonna do it, don't let it sit?! It's all soggy and I don't have the full effect. I want to be drunk and happy first thing in the morning, not drunk and mildly depressed because my cornflakes are mash.

[mollymocked]

[Guess who pretty much came out of that first-day-in-wonderland-sexcapade feeling a little like Tony Stark when Gamora banged him?

This tiefling.

Needless to say, there has been no writing or calling on either side of this for different reasons. Molly is content to let his world be rocked so thoroughly that he can't verbalize it and never say boo about it ever again, but, unfortunately, Wonderland is very small and the smell of alcohol is very enticing.

Which is why he's paying more attention to that than the person nearby.] I'm usually a fan of getting buzzed during breakfast, but I don't think the texture's doing the liquor any favors. [Yeah, he was here for the vodka, not the cereal. They don't have cereal in Exandria.

He looks up to see who might be responsible for this monstrosity and sees... Maze. And all 12 chrarisma worth of him shrivels up and dies.] Hello there. Lovely to see you again. Is this your monstrosity?

[He points to the bowl of cereal which he is... still kind of eating. Now it's more to get through this conversation without tripping over himself than because he enjoys it.]

Kokichi Oma | OTA

[shslliar]

[Kokichi, No.]

[Apparently, every party needs someone in a morphsuit wearing platform boots and a clown afro.

Okay, maybe not. But one of the local gremlins wanted to be anonymous as they brought along a tray of multicolored mochi. For anyone who has never seen a mochi before, the card they write up helpfully explains.]

MOCHI
Rice pounded into balls for ceremonial reasons.
Japan, 2016

[But there's something the card doesn't tell you. Whoever got these from the dining room went and filled the center with spicy hot Tabasco sauce.

The morphsuit guy will stick around for a while, grooving to the music. Go complain to them if your tongue feels like it's on fire.]

[Kokichi, yes.]

[At some point, Kokichi wanders out of the party to ditch the morphsuit and returns in his usual attire. Why? Because he legit wants to try some of this food and he can't eat through the fabric.

So here he is, munching on whatever he can get his hands on. It might be your food, it might be someone else's food, but it certainly ain't the food morphsuit guy set out. Suspicious...

Anyway, every so often he'll wander off to bug someone who is just trying to have a good time.]

Hey, who put together this playlist? I don't recognize this music at all.

[Wildcard!]

[Whatever, whenever~]

Kokichi, no, what are you doing

[kingtrousele]

[So far so good! Everyone’s food that he has tried has turned out to be delicious!! Now, what’s next to eat -

What.]

WHAT.

[…it’s like Mettaton had a wardrobe malfunction. Still…]

…I LIKE THE SUIT!!!

Leslie Knope | OTA

[ladydemocracy]

[ There's nothing Leslie could think to bring other than a plate of the only breakfast food that actually matters. Sitting down a large platter filled to the brim with waffles inspired by JJ's, she writes on her tag:

Good old fashioned waffles.
From: Best little town in America, Pawnee.
Provided by: Leslie Knope

There are also a lot of things that also go with the waffles like whipped cream, syrup (including chocolate syrup), sprinkles, chocolate chips, and for the healthy or whatever, blueberries. Find Leslie with a waffled topped with a can of whipped cream, chocolate, and sprinkles. ]

(brief network post)

[ As Leslie's wandered the crowd and the grounds, she realizes it's pretty huge out here. And then, as she's wont to do, she has an idea. She's been trying to figure out how to bring everyone together and see Wonderland as more than just a prison and to realize that they can have a direct impact on things too. It looks like the people who organized this get it, but after extensive research, outside of the holidays it doesn't seem like anyone really does much. ]

Holy crap, I just had an amazing idea.

[ She says it to no one, then goes to sit on a bench, sending out a network text post simply because it's the fastest thing to do. ]


Hi, it's Leslie Knope! How much fun is the food festival, right? Anyway, just had a quick question. Say someone wanted to provide a really good time by hosting an outdoor event kind of like this but on a more...county fair level? What would be the best way to get started on that? Would anyone be interested in helping organize something?

Also, who could take parts from the closet and turn them into a rollercoaster? Let me know about any of this, and keep having fun today!

[like247]

[Wendy is wandering, a burrito in hand and casually watching for anyone eating whatever those rice things are. She cut them open, so yay for that warning but watching others do it, that is funny.

She stops though at that statement from this woman, perky and bright and friendly. Wendy isn't afraid... just a little stunned.]

Well, it's pretty awesome. Yeah. I mean, good food is always awesome.

[She is nodding a bit, right until that comment about the rollercoaster.]

Uhmmmm, okay I know that fair rides are supposed to be totally dangerous and frightening and all, but you would trust something someone here built made from closet bits?

I know we come back from the dead, but that's pretty damn scary, doncha think?

scott that idiot lang OTA

[toolatetochangethename]

[What do TOTALLY NORMAL guys without felonious pasts do? Try to fit in, of course. Wait, not 'try' because of course he can fit in, because he's totally normal.

And while part of him wants to debut the fine cuisine of San Quentin, he's pretty sure these people probably expect more than bologna sandwiches on stale bread. So he's opting for the much more delicious option: the Mission Burrito.

In fact, a mission burrito ain't a mission burrito unless it comes from a food cart. Which, let him tell you, was a bitch to get from the closet, but what's the point of ant-strength if you can't use it to pull a food cart? He just hopes no one sees him pull it into place. ]

((OOC: feel free to see him in his ant man suit pulling it into place. ))

[The food cart has a handlettered sign: "100% authentic Mission burritos. 0% mystery street meat. Your choice of fillings but don't get weird." He is here and ready to make your burrito, and criticize your choice of fillings. ]

[theenforcer]

[Barbie wouldn't know about what completely normal guys without felonious pasts do. Mostly because while there is no prison in his past, he's definitely committed numerous felonies in his past.

That said, he's enjoying himself because food and so far not being turned into anything else, and he's pretty happy with it all.

Even as he pauses, plate with a waffle in hand, and watching a guy in an odd suit wheeling in a cart. Burritos? Definitely a yay. And yet...

He comes up behind the guy.]

So, out of curiosity...

Barbie | ota

[theenforcer]

Barbie isn't much of a cook, but he spoke to Leslie about something and he figures this is the perfect time for trying them out.

So with the help of a wafflemaker from the closet, some memories from his childhood, and a little less than what might be seen as common sense.

In the end, he presented a tray of what from a distance appears to be tacos onto the table. Upclose though, the truth is revealed.

Breakfast tacos: Waffles. Scrambled eggs. Chorizo. Sharp cheddar. Cilantro. Avocado.

Inspired by Leslie Knope. Wonderland.

[thereporter]

Julia has trying nearly everything. She was never a particularly picky eater to begin with, but with food being as it was under the Dome, she's become leagues more adventurous since their arrival in Wonderland. Who knew what the future held at home so she was more than eager to get every inch out her life that she could, even if she wouldn't be able to remember it.

Barbie's cooking skills are a surprise, however, and she raises her eyebrows as she reads over the ingredients, her mouth curving into a smile when she gets to the last line. "Looks like someone made a new friend."

jesse custer - ota

[megalomanie]

[ jesse had intended to attend since he heard about it (hell, what's more familiar than a gathering of people and food? besides, it's a good way to possibly get to know more about the people here), and coming up with food to bring wasn't terribly hard once he started thinking about it.

using tulip as inspiration, jesse shows up with an offering of peanut butter pot roast (practically inedible. the roast is tough and dry, just like tulip makes!) it mostly just looks like unappetizing brown, but jesse likes it well enough to think of sharing it here.

the card reads:

Peanut Butter Pot Roast
Peanut Butter
Beef
-Jesse

jesse wanders back to his own dish once in a while between trips to other plates and (more importantly) the beer cooler. or if he happens to notice someone sniffing around it ]

[thereporter]

[ Julia has been taking a bite of just about everything, except for the more odd dietary concoctions that she's pretty sure she can't even digest. Peanut Butter Pot Roast seems well on that line, but she plops a piece of it on her plate anyway and takes a bite and chews. And chews and chews and chews because what is this, shoe leather?

She's doing her best to still look like she thoroughly enjoying herself in case whoever made it is hovering around and she has to know who created this abomination. ]

Georgia Mason, ota

[choosetruth]

[Georgia left the actually bringing food part to Shaun because she is well aware which of them is going to make something more edible. Her cooking skills have improved a lot since moving out to Canada, but that doesn't mean she's willing to share them with the world. Especially while she's still recovering.

Instead, she mostly people watches. She has a plate with a few of the more appetizing (and less red meat containing) delicacies, as well as one of Shaun's grasshopper tacos, and she's seated herself in a comfortable chair where she can people watch. She's not going to get up before she has to, but she's in a good enough mood to chat if anyone approaches. Narrowly avoiding death puts you in a surprisingly good mood, it turns out.]

Mikan Tsumiki

[naughty_nurse]

[Mikan's rather glad for this get-together. It's an excellent band-aid for all the pain she's been suffering since Mondo's vanishing act. Encouraged by Papyrus, she's decided to bring what a famous dish from her homeland - sushi!

But, overthinking but well-meaning paranoid loon she is, she's brought along many, many, MANY different plates of sushi. Crab, eel, tuna, vegetables, and of course dipping soy sauce and wasabi.

She might have gone a little overboard.

There's also a small basket of epi-pens to the side in case anyone has an allergic reaction to anything.]

[schachmeister]

[Armin has been wandering around the little food festival, curiously checking out the various cuisines on offer. He hasn't been eaten much of it though. He may have been here for a few weeks now, but he quickly learned that after a lifetime of eating rather bland food back home, much of the food here is a bit too rich for his tastes. And far too sugary. He tried a tiny bit of one of Ryuji's soda's once and he had nearly spat it out. And according to Jean, that had been one of the more bland sodas in Ryuji's stomach-killing arsenal.

how can he drink those, how is he not dead

But even if he hasn't been eating much of it, he's definitely been peering around curiously. There are some things that are similar to what they have at home --just a better quality-- but some other things are completely alien to him. Like the sushi. He glances at it curiously, then up at the girl standing near to the plates.]

Uhm, excuse me, but are you the one who brought this?

Papyrus | OTA

[kingtrousele]

[Well of course Papyrus is going to participate in the festival as well. Making sure everything is up and running smoothly is his main priority of course - he and Liv have to make sure that nobody’s causing any trouble! - but he also needs everyone to try his famous foods as well. And no food is better than his spaghetti!

His stand has a big pot of noodles and a big pot of sauce along with several paper bowls and utensils. Come and serve yourself!

The taste of the spaghetti, however…it’s definitely gotten a lot better, since he’s had to make it a lot more during his time ruling the underground, but it’s still not the best thing ever. He will still brag about it like it's the best thing ever, though.]

[naughty_nurse]

[It's only proper to greet the host of the event, so here's Mikan.]

H-Hello, Papyrus... thank you for doing this.

Sans - OTA

[punful]

Sans is here with his hotdog stand.

That is to say, he literally just teleported his hotdog stand to the side of one of the tables. It's exactly the same as always--inexplicable snow on the roof and a knife stuck halfway to the hilt into the counter, for some reason. Sans is grilling up hotdogs, some of which are actually hotdogs. Others are hotcats. Most of them are actually water sausages in disguise. They're actually pretty tasty, and Sans probably won't tell you you're eating a plant until after you've eaten it, so that's? Good?

If he's not at his stand, Sans is perusing all the rest of the food and probably taking one of everything. How does a skeleton eat? I dunno, maybe you can ask him. He seems like he's in a really good mood.

[naughty_nurse]

Teleportation is a scary thing, if you're not used to it. So when Sans + cart suddenly appear the hell out of nowhere, it gives skittish a surprise.

"Eek!"

sanji | ota

[kickpunk]

( If there was one sort of thing to get Sanji to get off of the proverbial sidelines and into talking to people aroud his new home, this would be it. Food and merriment.

He agonizes over what to make, of course, as there's a wealth of recipes in his head and the ingredients enough to make all of it. Eventually, though, he settles on making something pretty homey for him; little pirate bentos, stuffed with the favorites of his crew.

Pirate bento.
Non-vegetarian.
Straight from the Thousand Sunny.
— Sanji.

It's mostly meat and rice, but there's some other things carefully packed into the compartments as well. He sets them all up and stalks off to light a cigarette, satisfied. )

[naughty_nurse]

[Bento, she knows. But "piarte", that's a new one. So there stands Mikan, tilting her head curiously.]

Pirate bento...?