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! ]

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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.

[twirlier]

It's the first time since she's been in Wonderland that Misty has taken time to truly circulates with others. Still uncertain about it all, about these people and what all this place means, but she's trying. If only that she knows having others can save your life.

Moving to the table, she straightens a few things, and then passes her hand over the earthenware bowl of jambalaya, muttering the spell once more. She glances up at someone nearby, smiling as she slowly draws her hand back, realizing how public she is as she does that.

[thesamurai]

Michonne's in love with a witch so it's not really that she's worried so much as she has no idea what in hell kind of spell is happening here. But she's apparently not concerned enough to put down the food.

"What uh. What kind of magic was that?" she asks curiously, taking another bite just to prove she's not about to lose her mind over it.

[twirlier]

Misty glances up, flushing instantly. She's been accepting that she isn't likely to be burned at the stake for her magic, but that doesn't mean she isn't worried at the same time. Not enough so though to not try and do what she can to protect those there. Anything to keep this place safe, and thereby maybe continue to live there.

"Just witchcraft," she says in a low voice, trying not to look as tense as she feels when talking about it still. "Just a protection and health spell. Seems it's something we might need here."

[thesamurai]

Michonne lets out a laugh, but it's not at Misty and it's not meant to be cruel. "If you can protect everyone in Wonderland we'd make you the new queen."

Still. She puts down her spoon in order to properly introduce herself, smiling at Misty. "Can't hurt, though. I'm Michonne."

[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...?"

[twirlier]

Misty is hovering about, feeling good about contributing to things. She glances up at that shy voice, offering a wide smile.

"Why hello there. You doing okay? Did you get yourself some jambalaya? It's my momma's recipe, and I admit I did a pretty good job on it too," she says, sounding proud of herself.

[naughty_nurse]

What a warm, comforting person. Mikan's nerves instantly settle by about... 2%.

"I-I was just about to ask, um, if I could please have some?" Even though the gathering was about sharing, so she didn't need to ask, some habits were just difficult to break.

[twirlier]

"But of course," she says, moving to pick up a bowl for a girl with a smile. "It has a bit of spice, but I tried to keep that tame," she says with a laugh, trying to help her feel at ease.

Scooping some into the bowl, she got a spoon and stuck it in before offering it out to her. "You don't have any allergies, do you?"

[naughty_nurse]

Mikan shook her head no wildly. "N-No, I don't! I've made sure to take several tests to confirm that, but I also brought a bunch of epi-pens, just in case anyone has one and there's an emergency!"

Wow, that came out in one breath, new record. "... Um, th-thank you." She gently took the bowl.

[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."

[twirlier]

Misty had been nervous about attending this event, though so far it has been going rather well. The people seem nice enough, even if she's uncertain about a few. It lets her check things out though, without finding herself in those long hallways of the prison house.

Glancing up though, she offers a bit of a smile and a nod. "Afternoon there. What can I help you with?"

[schachmeister]

"Are you by any chance the one who made this?" He gestures at the bowl of Jamabayla. He'd name the dish, but honestly, he's not sure if he could pronounce it the correct way. Better to wait and see if she'll mention it by name first so he has a vague idea of how it should be pronounced. He just doesn't want to embarrass himself if he can help it. "I was just wondering about the ingredients. Do they really all have specific characteristics? Or is it more of a superstition?"

[twirlier]

"I am at that. It's one of my momma's recipes, though anyone you ever talk to in the swamp will have their very own recipe for jambalaya," she notes, amused by that and how life is in Louisiana. "As for the listing there, that's just some of what I put in it and the reasons why. Personally I think it's a bit of both, unless, of course, you then enchant the entire dish with a it of swamp magic," she admits.

"It's not something I always do but I figured it's something we could use here. Protection and positivity can help everyone with what I've been warned about."

[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?"

[twirlier]

Glancing up at the motion, Misty overs a bright smile and a wave, gesturing to the table where she's settled in at on the fringe of the group.

"Hey yourself. It was more trying to size things up, and get a meal that maybe didn't just magical appear in front of me," she admits, amused though and in much better place than she was when she arrived. "I admit, didn't expect t'see you takin' part in this."

[oneagainstall]

"Don't blame you for that. The less magic food the better."

He'd rather eat something he knew had at least an attempt of real-ness to it. Even if it was something as simple as a questionable New York hot dog. It might give him food poisoning, but at least it wouldn't inadvertently put him under a curse.

"I'm just here for the free food and booze," he chuckles. "This kinda mingling bullshit ain't my style at all."

[twirlier]

"Well, can't say there isn't magic involved, but it's all my magic. I know what it's for and how it works."

Which for Misty is a huge thing. She's not bothered by the magic of others, so long as she knows whose magic it is. There's too much here that is just them being blindsided by magic.

"I admit, I'm still uncertain about all of it, and most everyone, but at least this is outside. I don't know, I just feel more secure out here."

Not that she's entirely avoided the house, but her time is definitely balanced.

"Surprised no one here has started a still so they know what's in the alcohol too," she admits.

[oneagainstall]

"Hey, that's the kinda magic I can deal with. It's not Wonderland bullshit."

Because he is already pretty damn done with Wonderland bullshit. Far better to it be magic someone knows how to control- instead of the magic of a place that's basically insanity personified.

"Well, if this sorta place suits you. The mansion can get pretty fuckin' crowded sometimes. There's a lotta room, but when you're used to having a lot of your own space, it sure feels cramped as fuck."

He chuckles at that.

"I'm surprised my buddy Shawn hasn't. He runs the boat-bar out there," he points to the boat bobbing just out to sea. "That sorta thing would be right up his alley. Though it's probably too much effort."

[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."

[twirlier]

Meeting Molly in person is one thing Misty has been looking forward to, so she's glad to see him. Grinning to match his, though she can't help but laugh at that.

"Been a while since I've read, but for you? Of course. Have to use cards though, I don't have my bones anymore. Though I wonder what the closet would give me if I asked."

Though speaking of reading bones might not be helpful.

"Though do eat. I stole that from my family's recipe and added my own magic."

[mollymocked]

"A fellow fortune teller." He kisses his fingertips. "I knew I had a good feeling about you." He wastes no time in getting a bowl and serving himself a decent sized portion. Maybe one shouldn't eat food imbued with magic, but no one else seems to be in any kind of state and he's genuinely curious now.

So of course he's already taken a couple of bites and loved every second of it, judging by the look on his face, before he adds, "Never had anything cooked with magic, but I feel like more people should start. This is amazing."

[twirlier]

Misty gave a curtsy and a twirl. "I will say that is amazing about this place. It's been just amazin' that everyone is so open about their gifts. Not at all like where I came from, let me tell you." She paid for that close mindedness, after all.

Most of the time she hasn't been concerned what others thought of her food, and she finds herself holding her breath. She smiles though before he even speaks. "Why thank you. I appreciate it. My momma's recipe, and my own swamp magic. Like others have said, it might not do much against Wonderland's magic, but it can't hurt for a bit of piece of mind."

[mollymocked]

"People have to hide their magic where you're from?" He sounds utterly baffled, which distracts him from 'swamp magic.' Labenda turned him against swamps for the rest of time, but he's willing to push past that, because cooking with swamp magic clearly does not equate to to things tasting of swamp.

"That's ridiculous. You can't swing a stick without hitting a magic-user in Wildemount. Where the hell would they hide?" It's hard to imagine a place with magic where the wizards and such weren't a little bit thick on the ground. "You can barely do anything decent without a little bit of magic."