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

[selfworthbitches]

No shit. People are never impressed with my creative endeavors.

[Probably because of how much bloodshed they always involve.]

[mollymocked]

[om nom vodka soaked grain product.]

Let me guess. Too chaotic?

[selfworthbitches]

Something like that. People have no imagination.

[mollymocked]

How much bloodshed does it generally involve?

[That's more than a little sly.] I ask, because you were drawing quite a bit of blood that day. I was perfectly fine with it, of course, but, you know, full disclosure. Some people are more into blood than others.

[Looks at Molly. Looks at Molly's dozens of scars on his arms and chest.

Yeah.]

[selfworthbitches]

Oh, I know. [She leers.] And it depends. There's an awful lot you can do to someone without spilling a drop of blood.

[mollymocked]

[Molly's spoon scrapes the bottom of the bowl, which wrecks the awkward silence.]

What did you do for a living before you came here? Because you sound like a torturer or a dominatrix, and, I'll be honest, I have a preference for one over the other.

[selfworthbitches]

Before I came here? I was a bounty hunter. But the real question you should be asking is: what did I do before I left Hell?

[mollymocked]

[He grabs another bowl of now thoroughly vodka-soggy cereal.] Which Hell?

[Yeah, that's... the only reaction she gets.] Are we talking just the general Abyss or one of the nine Hells... I ask because being a torturer from the seventh is different from being a torturer from the second.

[God, he hates that he knows that. #ThanksLucien. And now that she's said that, he can recognize that she does kind of make his Blood Hunter senses go ping when he pays attention. Terrific. Well. That probably pissed off whatever of Lucien is left in his head. Fucker.]

[selfworthbitches]

[Yeah, he's lost her. For a demon, she's surprisingly uninterested in theology.]

The Hell.

[mollymocked]

You realize that's like saying I'm from the Dwendalian Empire, right? [He inclines his head, thoughtfully, and then realization hits him.] Oh you're from a place where there's only one. I already told Crowley it sounds even more miserable than it should, but I get it now. So what did they force you to do in this singular Hell where you don't get any choices?

[selfworthbitches]

They didn't force me to do anything. [She crosses her arms, looking annoyed. She may more or less get this alternate universe thing, but it's hard for her to stop thinking of her hell as The Hell.] I'm a demon. I worked there.

[mollymocked]

See? That's reasonable! I told him demons have jobs. [There's a moment- just a moment- where what she just said doesn't hit him.

And then it does and something in his blood burns while his brain kind of breaks and he chokes on the vodka... which burns his nostrils a lot.] You're a demon?

[She's a fiend at best, which wouldn't make that weird Blood Hunter side of him less inclined to murder, but certainly sounds better.

Oh well. He hopes somewhere Lucien is eating shit right now knowing his body fucked a demon.]