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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[twirlier]

Misty fell silent a minute, biting at her lower lip a moment but in the end, not much she could say. She is really weird, she supposes.

"Trust me, there's more than one thing it's not terrible at," she says, nudging him with her elbow. "But what would I know. I'm kind of in that whole monster category according to some."

[oneagainstall]

He catches that, but doesn't take it for what it actually means- assuming her silence is to spare his feelings. Not a needed act, really, in his opinion. A delicate flower he was not.

He gives a soft snort at her comment, shaking his head.

"Misty, you're a lotta things, but 'monster' ain't one'a them. If anyone says otherwise, you can tell them to go fuck themselves. Or send them my way, I'll do it. "

[twirlier]

She glances around, just to see if anyone is listening to their conversation. Not that she's entirely hiding everything, but it doesn't need to be broadcast either. "Lots of people think I'm a monster for being a witch, Gren. Why they killed me. Not to mention?"

She pauses before admitting the rest. It's one thing to assume Gren won't hold it against her, and another to say it and face being wrong. Especially with Gren.

"I've helped kill a man. I've lived through being locked in a coffin. I have, if we're honest, escaped Hell. Kinda falls in that category to some," she points out. "I'm not bothered to think of myself that way."

Though it makes her smile that he would defend her. "But anyone says it cruelly, and I'll let you know."

[oneagainstall]

It doesn't bother Gren. Blood on one's hands...well, that's just part and parcel of his entire existence. He's lost count of the number of people he's willingly killed. Hundreds, at least, possibly even thousands.

"No judgement on that one. We do what we gotta."

Or don't- as was the case of him. He lets out a soft 'heh'.

"Please do, I'll make 'em see the error of their ways."

[twirlier]

"And I knew you would understand that when I told you. Most wouldn't." She's aware of the reactions of many to such admissions, and how she's been looked at for saving lives. She can't imagine how some would react to taking a life.

"Why I like talking to you, Gren. I don't feel like I have to be anyone else with you. Just me."

[oneagainstall]

"Lucky for you, I'm not most people."

Or even technically people at all. But he guesses that's kind of the point. He offers her a small smile.

"Yeah, well, the Real Misty Day is an alright person to talk with, so I'm glad," he could have put that better, probably. "So...likewise."

[twirlier]

She glances up at him, silent for a long moment at those words. Already she is seeing him as part of her tribe, those she considers her people.

"I am very grateful, Gren, that you are not like most people. It's one of your best traits."

[oneagainstall]

A chuckle bubbles out of him, gruff and sharp around the edges, like he is, but a chuckle all the same.

"Not what most people would say about me, but I'll take it."