Iron Stars - thanksgiving-2022

@Nekofans Supporter It is a cool fall day as you awaken to find yourselves each in your own individual bedrooms inside what looks to be some kind of mansion. Out each of your windows is a picturesque view of the grounds, with a hedge maze, deep woods, and a crystal blue colored lake off in the distance. Each of you has a note pinned to your mirror upon waking, finding your equipment cleaned and laid out for you. The note is written on stationary, proudly advertising that this is the T.Urkey metaspace hotel for those who wish to celebrate the holidays more gooder.. There is a post script where the author admits that this is a colossal marketing disaster and he is aware of it, and is forced to write what the higher ups tell him. On the note itself, you see some short scrawling, inviting you to come down to the main lobby and reception area for a customary thanksgiving breakfast, upon the conclusion of which, you will be given a series of tasks to help the enigmatic T.Urkey progress this years celebration. Great rewards, and a ticket home to your time are promised for your participation in what is promised to be "vast improvement over last years scavenger hunt"

Groggily getting his bearings, Parsnips pulls the note from the mirror as he reads it. "Another mystical kidnapping, eh, Mr. Urkey? Well, there better be some of those booze melons again this time!" He talks out loud to no one as he gets dressed and starts down the stairs toward the lobby. He'll likely never admit it, but memories of last year's excursion has him excited, bordering on giddy, for what may be in store.

"Oooohhhh, I wonder what kinds of food is prepared? And I wonder how they're paired with the plates and dishes?" Obsidia says as she dresses and heads to the lobby, a bounce in her step and a rumble in her tummy

Waking up in an unfamiliar place, Iracus panics and rapidly gets out of bed expecting an army of crazed Deveers and Buff Billy action figures to be breaking down his door. Upon seeing the note his panic immediately dissipates, "Oh thank the stars, its Urkey and not Kringle." With a relaxed sigh, he happily takes in the sights and makes his way downstairs and to see who else has fallen into this metadimensional rabbit hole.

Oron groans as he reads the note. “Tarnation…” he drawls to no one before putting on his freshly cleaned duster, hat and equipment. Oron bites down on the end of a fresh cigar and makes his way downstairs.

Groshim awakes and looks around in confusion and alarm. "Really need solve sleep problem, particularly if continued kidnaps occur." Spotting the note he relaxes slightly having heard stories in the past from other Greystar agents. He gears up and heads out of the room. (edited)

Micaela yawns and stretches comfortably, settling into the nice warm comfortab- and then bolts up at the realization that if she's luxuriously comfortable she's not anywhere that she's been in the last several months Taking time to get her bearings and check over her gear before heading down for the "customary" Thanksgiving breakfast, figuring that if whoever snagged her wanted her dead there's worse and more efficient ways for them to go about it.

Konya stares bleary-eyed at the writing on the mirror note, one side of her lip raised in a sneer. “The hell?” Her shoulders droop and she pulls on the nicely folded catsuit lying next to the bed. “Hmph. This thing is supposed to make me look cool now it’s creased. Who in their right mind folds a catsuit?” She slumps off towards the door and makes her way downstairs. “I need breakfast.”

Fearghal rubs his temples and fiddles at the bedside table for his spectacles before making his way to the mirror and pulling the note down. “Shite.” He says, and pokes his head out of the room to search for a valet or other servant to help him make out what the message says. After finding a scrawny scullion to read it to him, he tips her a shiny coin and Mist’s tail wags happily. He crumples the note and puts it away in his breast pocket before jaunting down the stairs. “Aye, in my ‘ouse we ‘ave a wee somethin’ called a holiday pour for all yer festive spirits. Should I expect that t’begin now, with breakfast, or d’ye typically start the boozin’ later on?” He says, to no one in particular. Mist pads over to Parsnips and sniffs at his pocket for a moment before staring at him with puppy dog eyes. (edited)

There's arguing down the halls. An old human language, somehow stubbornly surviving next to the ever-present galactic common, echoes through the halls. A woman enters first, shouting some ancient Slavic insults at the heavy armored man behind her. She turns to face the breakfast table, her face grimacing at the crowd that already gathered. Like Parsnips, her eyes are bleary and red, betraying the fortieth hangover-of-the-century that has occurred to her this year. Ivan brushes by her, beaming. "Hi everyone!" he calls out as he reaches over Oron to grab one of the giant steaming muffins. "More of your fucking friends, Ivan?" Yulia's voice sounds defeated and her demeanor rapidly deflating. "Next time we get trapped around people I like." She sits next down to Fearghal. "I'd like to start the booze now, please. Ваня, get me some tea." Ivan snaps back. "Who the hell likes you?! And how much did you pay them?! And get your own damn tea. We're in the Turkeyverse now, I don't have to listen to you. Ma's not here to hit me, but you insult my friends at the breakfast table one more time and she's going to manifest with her rolling pin."

Tig wakes with a start, drawing her revolver and almost shooting a hole in the nearest wall as she recognizes she is in a strange place. “I… do not remember getting that drunk… or high.” She emerges from the room, stumbling slightly towards the main gathering. Noting and making eye contact with anyone she recognizes. A little sense of relief at the familiar faces.

Gurk, unable to work out where he is, how he got there, or who did this to him, spends a significant amount of time hiding under the bed-covers. Unable to locate any other escape routes, he eventually gets dressed and cautiously heads towards the voices.

Zorcash blinks and one moment they are in the dreary room of the Polychroniou Port Master, and now they are staring at the opulent quarters of a foreign mansion. Zorcash rolls out of bed with both their consecrated weapons drawn only to find an empty room. With no threats detected, their cybernetic eyestalks begin searching the room to find the note placed purposefully on the dresser next to their armor. Zorcash blows happy bubbles at the mention of food and a chance to meet this Mr. Urkey. They gurgle to themselves as they pull on their gear and head downstairs. They stand at the top of the stairs looking at the slowly growing crowd for any sign of a friendly face. "Captain F-F-Furgle! T-T-Tig!" More bubbles are blown as the four armed blue mosk rushes over to their two friends "Zorcash have the b-b-best d-d-dream ever! Zorcash target shooting with T-T-Tig while p-p-petting M-M-Mist!"

Parsnip’s eyes light up as Mist approaches. The rest of the room could literally melt away and he wouldn’t notice. “Hello little buddy! What’s your name? Is this your first magic kidnapping? Is it buddy?” Parsnips scritches Mist’s ears with one hand while breaking off a piece of protein bar ration to give his new friend with the other. “Nice to see you all again.” Parsnips does not look up from the dog, and doesn’t check for new faces

Walking into the room and hearing the argument between Ivan and who he assumes is his sister, "Good see Thanksgiving tradition transcends even metadimensional kidnapping" Iracus says with an amused smile as he walks up to the dog and Parsnips giving him a nod hello. "Brought a friend did we Parsnips?" Iracus says as he looks at the dog wondering if it is from this strange place. (edited)

Micaela makes her way down to the table and gives a series of friendly if guarded nods to folks that she doesn't know and waves to the folks she does, she'll move to take her seat but stop short when she sees Mist and looks wistful when he takes a liking to Parsnips "A lot more familiar faces than I expected, and from what I hear it's not everyone's first time; anyone care to catch me up to speed?"

Parsnips looks up. “Oh, hey Iracus! Nah, this dog isn’t mine. Just showed up.” He momentarily shifts his attention back to Mist, scruffing her fur “didn’t ya, buddy!” “Anyway, Iracus, how ya been? It’s been a minute since our last magic kidnapping. Gotta say, it’s kinda neat to be back here with our friend Urkey. If you happen to spot any of those booze melons, give a shout”

Oron finds a place to sit, kicking his boots up on a table and lighting his cigar. He’s confused and not sure where he’s at but for now, there’s no Termies and he’s not being shot at so Oron enjoys the relaxation while he can

"I'll take this Urkey fellow over that lunatic kringle any day. Especially if those booze melons are involved, been craving one ever since." Iracus says as he looks around to see if any are stashed somewhere nearby in this mystical manor.

Mist chomps down the ration Parsnips gives her and licks his hand thankfully, then lopes over to Iracus and sits very patiently like a very good girl. She possibly winks at Zorcash, indicating that maybe the blue crustacean will be her next food target. (edited)

Jake opens one eye and sees the strange room. Closes it and opens the other one. Seeing the same thing he closes it too and sits up opening both, still seeing the 'not his' place. He looks around for an empty bottle and instead sees the note on the mirror and his usual kit laid out. Hearing some commotion and yelling downstairs, he half smiles remembering holidays of his past. He meanders downstairs wondering what the heck is going on and hoping someone made coffee, his armor set to Bathrobe and Fuzzy Slippers "Morning everyone," Jake says blearily. Seeing some familiar faces and some he's not met, he makes his way to the coffee pot, ducking under Ivan and filling a mug

Grim awakening in a strange room is not fazed in the least and thinks to himself I sure do seem to be making a habit of this. He reads the note and then makes his way downstairs seeing both old friends and potential new friends. “Good morning, it looks like I may of slept a bit longer than the rest of you. I guess I am just comfortable with being mystically kidnapped at this point. I look for to the adventure we are all about to have.”

The night, after a long day of working with the Vikings is restful, and needed. But Daira did not remember that the Vikings had such comfortable beds. They were almost as comfortable as the beds in the Artema palace. And the laundry detergent was scented with wild flowers, there was a note of berries in it as well. And it was so cozy and cuddly and warm. But with her eyes still closed, some more things started to feel odd. Why was she sleeping fully dressed, with shoes on? Why do some of the muffled voices in the distance sound so, so familiar? And is that sunlight touching her cheeks? Did she sleep in? Could she potentially have missed the chance to pray to Ognyena when the dawn kissed the planet awake? One eye opens, then the other. What they see has nothing to do with what they saw when she went to sleep. She looks around and starts to worry as nothing feels familiar. This place was alien to her. Completely. When Daira sees a note at the mirror she gets up, and as she sees herself in the mirror she instantly realizes that she wears some less formal Paragon attire. A bolero like jacket with a shirt underneath that gets met by high waist pants at her belly area. The shirt has a high neck with two glowing amber colored rings on its neck area. The whole attire is black with amber colored seams and some other amber colored highlights. She reads the note and smiles. "T.Urkey? You again? Oh, who else might be here?" She quickly does her hair into a ponytail, grabs the rest of her equipment that lies around in the room and rushes out of it, towards the breakfast area. "Ivan? Hey! Oh and hey everyone! By Ognyena, all assembled again!" She then spots Grim. "Sensei!" She says in a joking tone before adding: "So Ognyena and the Prophetess have smiled upon you and protected you, and the flame in your heart guided you here! It is good to see you." She then bows deeply.

The breakfast banquet room is a large room. There are many tables there, each of them in a cream colored tablecloth, with artificial pumpkins, garlands of fall leaves, gourds, acorns, and pine cones woven among them or used as centerpieces. Drinks alone have their own table with a mix of everyone's favorite. The food is no different. Warm rolls, moist cuts of meat cooked to the perfect temperature, plates upon plates of roast vegetables, and sultry mixes of seasoning fill the air as the plates never seem to run out of food, and the drink thermoses never quite seem to run out of what they carry inside either. The crown piece of the meal is a large plump looking roasted bird that none of you can place the exact species of , but can all agree lathered in butter and seasonings like this, that it is delicious. This too never quite seems to run out of meat, even the choosiest bits like wings and legs seem to always be present when someone goes to cut the beast for themselves .

Zorcash hears Ivan's name be called a couple times since being downstairs. Their eye stalks search the room for the person being called that name. Instinctively they pull out the book slab that contains The Life and Adventures of Ivan Wyke: "Leaving No Ration Uneaten" Seeing the handsome devil that is Ivan, Zorcash's eyes go wide as they look at the book, then at Ivan, then back at the book again. Zorcash gurgles happily and blows a large amount of bubbles at the realization at what they have found. Zorcash pushes back from the table and walks over to The Ivan Wyke while chittering to themselves. Finally stopping behind Ivan, they take their small manipulator claw and gently tap his shoulder, "Excuse Zorcash, b-b-but are y-y-you the Ivan Wyke? Or are you j-j-just a f-f-fan like Zorcash?"

Groshim takes a seat near to his fellow Greystar agents. So as to fit in he fills a plate with food and pretends to eat it while keeping an eye on the plates to try and figure out how it is all staying so full. glancing around he recognizes most of the figures in the room from various intelligence reports. One unknown figure catches his eye and Groshim decides to say hello. He approaches the old Man who the dog appears to belong to. "Greetings, name Groshim. Pleasure meeting you. Your dog yes? Found dog recently self." Groshim opens a picture of Max on his compad and shows it to Fearghal.

Iracus 'accidentally' drops some turkey scraps on the ground for Mist.

With a hearty chuckle, Fearghal holds out his hand to take Groshim's. "And what a beaut' he be! Aye, Mist girl do belong to me, don't mind 'er at all, she will guilt ye into believin' she be starved, but she be made of MES and don't need to actually eat in the first place!" he says, keeping a laugh-squinted eye on the scruffy Irish wolfhound. Mist very obviously thinks Iracus is her new best friend and lays her head in his lap. (Also Mist looks just like Busey lol)

Groshim shakes the offered hand while his eyes widen in surprise. "Fascinating, Mist originally animal who became psychic construct? Or formed from nothing?"

Ivan pauses the piling of food onto his own and Yulia's plate, that he stole for more food room, and faces Zorcash with a shit-eating grin. "Both!" Ivan exclaims. "I thought my fandom was only in the Protectorate Militia. Are you militia? What's your unit? I'm sure there's a mosk somewhere... doesn't matter. Zorcash you said your name was? What's your favorite thing about me, Zorcash?" Ivan asks playfully. "Don't encourage him, please." Says the hungover voice next to Ivan without looking at Zorcash. "He was insufferable for the first twenty-eight years, please don't make the rest worse by inflating his ego. He really will make a fan club just to ban me from it, then hold it over my head." "Don't mind her, nothing will ever make her happy. Not even membership to my fan club!" A small flesh-on-metal bang is heard behind Ivan. He barely moves, but Yulia is clearly trying to suppress the new pain in her fist and forearm. "Anyways, Zorcash, it's my pleasure to meet you." Ivan stands, grabbing Zorcash's manipulator claw and shaking it. "Maybe you'll join us at this part of the table? Who knows how long you have with me!"

To Groshim, Fearghal thinks for a moment then says, "Well lad, I don't rightly know. Mist girl just showed up one day and never left. And I wouldn't 'ave it any other way!"

8:40 AM

"Oh, and, by way of introduction, I be Captain Fearghal Mac Tir, from Juroli." He bows his head to the others in the room.

Zorcash lets out a sound that could only be described as a 5-year-old girl squeal mixed with gargling rocks and blowing bubbles as one of their four claws pulls up a chair and Zorcash sits inbetween Ivan and Yulia, "Zorcash pleased t-t-to meet s-s-sister of the great Ivan Wyke!" Zorcash turns on the book slab and goes to a page describing Ivan's transformation from normal flesh and blood to his current organic shell. There are two pictures of Ivan, a before and after the transferrence procedure, "Ivan Wyke w-w-was a g-g-god among m-m-men before receiving this up-up-upgrade!" Zorcash launches into a fan-girl-esque retelling of Ivan's meeting with the Weeping Company, the good work he did for them and the reward of his new body. No detail is out of place and their whole retelling was as if Zorcash was standing right over the shoulder of Ivan while it happened. "Zorcash's f-f-favorite is wh-wh-when Ivan Wyke and c-c-crew play Advanced Dividends & Derivatives! R-R-Ricky's last g-g-gambit before d-d-dying?!" Zorcash snaps their claws in excitement, "A w-w-work of art!" (edited)

Iracus pats Mist head, “A metadimensional dog? How interesting. You sure do look strangely familiar, almost like from someone else’s memories though, must be this place, curious.” Hearing Juroli mentioned, he turns to the captain and asks, “Juroli? Seems like Urkey is expanding his operation outside the major polities. Did y’all get that get that goo problem all sorted out by the way? Hope that ironwood helped out, sounded mighty serious over there.”

Ivan listens with courtesy to Zorcash, letting him ramble on about the things Ivan had lived through and only dividing his attention to grab more food. Yulia tried to block it out, facing away and trying to listen to someone else's conversation, but she couldn't help but listen anyways given the proximity. As more intimate details of Ivan's life get revealed, the more engrossed the siblings become in what Zorcash was reading from. In time the two are looking at Zorcash's book slab as he claws through the various pages on-screen. Ivan and Yulia look at each other, the former with amusement and the latter with a bitter confusion; some short phrases are exchanged in Russian between the two. "Zorcash, where did this biography come from?" Ivan asks, still keeping his signature smirk as to not show any sign of alarm. "...and does it have a part we can color in?" Yulia puts her face in her hands and makes a small groan.

"Zorcash f-f-find book... a long... a l-l-long... l-l-long..." Zorcash seems to zone out for a moment as their eye stalks lose their focus. They quickly shake themselves back to the present as if recovering from a memory that was trying to drag them back to the past. "A long t-t-time ago... On a space s-s-station! And can't color in the b-b-book of c-c-course! But c-c-can print out p-p-pages!" Zorcash turns several digital pages and its an exact copy of the page that Ivan last colored on his ship. An in-built printer makes a whirring noise and soon a finely printed page from the coloring book that Ivan last drew in is handed back to the Protectorate General. "Wh-Wh-When is w-w-wedding? C-C-Can Zorcash come? Zorcash l-l-love the r-r-romance between Ivan Wyke and Cass!"

Daira looks away from Grim as she hears some of what Zorcash speaks. Then stares at Ivan before somewhat screaming "Ivan! Are you fucking out of your mind? She is going to kill you, rightfully so, if you throw that info out to just about everyone."

Konya takes a break from skulking at the edge and occasionally trying and failing to flatten the creases in her catsuit, to slip in and grab some cheese. She overhears enough to know that even cheese isn’t worth the socialising she might have to do and promptly scoots back to the edge of the group. (edited)

"But- Wait, no- It's not like that!" Ivan stumbles over his words as he's caught off guard, the coloring book page flapping about as Ivan gestures. Yulia can't hide her amusement at the situation, and while Ivan defends himself, she takes the opportunity to weasel in. "Zorcash, you can come with the Wyke family," she says as she reaches over and scrolls through some of the details - even clearly eyes-only Protectorate information and fairly salacious details she really didn't need to see. It really was as if Ivan had wrote the thing himself, but intelligently and not centered entirely around food. "But only if you let me hook up your book to my data slab and let me take a look at that programming. I'll also make time in Ivan's schedule to come see you, as he... well, we, will want to see that old space station sometime, if you can remember where it is. That seems like an easy duty for the vice-president of Ivan's..." There is disgust in her voice, barely suppressed under her veneer of trying to be nice. "...fan club, right?" Her eyes flick over the table looking for alcohol, or second best, cooked in copious amounts of alcohol.

Zorcash gurgles and chitters with an alien level of glee, "Zorcash love w-w-weddings!" Zorcash shrugs as Yulia mentions diving into the programming, "G-G-Good luck, Little Ivan Wyke! Zorcash t-t-try many t-t-times. Book slab is j-j-just that... B-B-Book slab. No extranet c-c-connection. No q-q-quantum computing. No en-en-entanglement particles... N-N-Nothing... But b-b-book keeps u-u-updating!" Zorcash looks down and slumps their shoulders a bit as their other claws seem to drop in response to the mention of the space station, "N-N-No... Zorcash w-w-will not g-g-go back there. Zorcash d-d-does n-n-not know where it is even. Zorcash was inscribing during travel..." They don't even seem to notice being named the vice-president of the fan club of his greatest hero. Zorcash looks dejected and depressed as they talk about where the book came from

Spotting Konya, Parsnips happily waves her over. "Hey! Good to see you here! Doing some skulking, I see. Is this your first magic kidnapping? You'll get used to it. This will help." Parsnips hands Konya a flask. "This Urkey guy is mostly alright. He brings us here sometimes, gives us food, and sends us off on some hijinx. Minimal to no shooting or getting shot."

Seeing the drama unfolding much like it would at one of her families old thanksgiving feasts Micaela slowly scootches towards the edge of the group towards Konya who seems a little more reserved than the ecstatic energy rippling forth from the Ivan and Zorc whirlpool. Hearing Parsnips Micaela pipes up "Sounds remarkably pleasant all things considered, for a magical kidnapping that is."

"Oh, hey! Micaela, right? I'm Parsnips, from CBSS. I know we've seen each other around at various meetings and negotiations and whatnot, but I don't think we've been formally introduced. Anyway, yeah, I've certainly had worse kidnappings." Parsnips gestures toward the spread of food and drinks. "There's probably some choice rocks or gems or something around here, too, if you're hungry. Urk tends to take pretty good care of all of his hostages."

Micaela nods along to what Parsnips is saying until he gets to the rocks and gems. Then she furrows her brow and looks over towards Konya, "that'd be a bit rough on my digestion, unless you mean rock candy...?" Her expression makes it clear that she doesn't think he meant rock candy, but she's offering him an out.

As Konya returns to her corner, two things become apparent. The first is that there are no longer creases in her uniform. The second, is that her pocket is full of the desired cheese, because T.Urkey believes no one should be without the bounty of the thanksgiving season.

11:49 AM

The sound of gobbling becomes apparent outside, through the lobby and the main doors. It gets progressively louder before there is something like the sound of a thunderclap or starting gunshot in some kind of race. Inside the hotel, it does not seem that there is any urgency communicated to you of the need to abandon the feast if it is being enjoyed, though it looks like whatever this metaspace personality had planned for you, that is beginning to be set into motion.

Groshim, not being able to partake in the food, is the first to head to the door to see what is going on, the lights that make up his face arranged in an expression of curiosity as to what could be going on.

Parsnips blushes as he realizes his bone-headed mistake. "I, uhhhh, I must be jetlagged from the multidimensional travel. I had you confused with someone, who. uhhhh, really likes rocks. Oh, hey! Gobbling! I wonder what that's about!" Parsnips quickly stands and hastily makes his way to the nearest window

Obsidia does hear Parsnips comment and eagerly looks over the table waving at the other GSC agents she sees as she sits next to Parsnips, "Really? I wonder if they have something I haven't tried yet!"

Fearghal also looks up from the feast, and goes to see what Mist is barking at.

Oron stands. Looking around at the strangers in the room. "yall keep on eatin' if ya like. I'm gonna go check out that racket out side." Oron grabs a turkey leg as he goes to munch on the way.

Konya pats herself down, wondering at the crease-free uniform and cheese-filled pockets. "Awesome." She follows Parsnips to the window offering him some cheese in commiseration of his mistake.

Still too mortified to speak, Parsnips smiles his appreciation and wordlessly chews on the offering

Jake makes his way to Parsnips and Obsidia "Hey there Parsnips, good seeing you again. I didn't figure you one to lose your voice. Here's something for ya, you too Obsidia, I think Groshim said you'd already tried this but I'd already put some away for ya." He hands Parsnips a pint of vodka from the bar and Obsidia a flask of liquid spapphire "Where's Groshim getting off to? Can't take him anywhere" Jake asks as he works on his plate, getting some giblet gravy on his robe.

Outside, it looks like some kind of notice board has been set up, like you would expect to find on some sort of fantasy role playing video game. There are three pieces of paper on them, each stuck to the board with what look to be corn holders.

8:10 AM

One is pink, one is green, and the other is a shade of coral blue, each written with the tight scrawl you've grown accustomed to as the handwriting or T.urkey (edited)

Fearghal walks up to the board and takes off the blue paper. He squints at it for a second, then turns it 180 degrees. He squints some more. He turns it 90 degrees back the other way. He grunts and looks towards whoever is closest behind him for assistance. (edited)

Parsnips makes his way over to the board, happy for the chance to be the guy who read the quest notes instead of the guy who offered up rocks to a near stranger. "Hey friend. Lemme take a look at that? Your dog is adorable, by the way."

Oron walks to the board and grabs the green paper to read through

Iracus walks out of the manor with a roll and a mug of booze melon, feeling a bit tipsy, and strolls over to the board to see what everyone is looking at.

Seeing the people filing out, Jake fills up a mug with a tasty hot mulled cider and a couple shots of whiskey. Putting a couple ham rolls in his pocket he follows the crowd

Zorcash chitters and gurgles to themselves in a strange language (Mosk if anyone knows it). They follow the group with two turkey drum sticks, one in each manipulator claw. They are carefully pulling apart the pieces that are most enjoyable and leaving a trail of skin and other bits that Zorcash finds less than delectable. Walking up to the board they grab the remaining pink paper, their eye stalks begin moving side to side as they scan the document for its contents. Reading aloud once it is their turn (edited)

Mist is following Zorcash and gobbling up all their leavings.

Micaela is incapable of keeping the sneer of disgust off her face at how the others are handling the food on display, she'll wrap up a couple of rolls in napkins and squirrel them away for later regardless and head out to see what all the hubub is about.

Grim heads outside and seeing as one of each paper has been taken, silently waits to hear what they say

Tig follows the procession, having not taken any of the offered foodstuffs. She notes the absolute gluttony of the assembled and is reminded of less savoury things. She finds herself outside and standing with Zorcash and Feargal (and Mist).

Konya follows the group, hovering at the edge and hoping these notes are going to make a lot more sense than everything else has since she woke up.

Obsidia is casually munching on several plates, having eaten the food on them first, as she walks up to look at the notices

Jake finishes off the hard cider in his mug and passes it to Obsidia as he walks with her “Dessert?”

(I thnk what I'll do is list out the missions on each piece of paper, we'll sign up, and we'll get into threads from there. Maybe try to stick to 4-6 folks on each? )

T.Urkey points out that it is hoped you've all enjoyed your meal and will be welcomed to return here once the tasks are complete for as long as you wish. That said, since you have taken hospitality, in the spirit of the season, it must be returned for the next people that will eventually pass through this place of refuge. There will of course be enough for you as well after the exertions you are about to undergo. The pink piece of paper is labeled: Proteins. There are several succulent but dangerous beasts in the woods near here. The meat is exquisite and seemingly never ending and a few of them need to be hunted and harvested to replace the meat eaten at this banquet. The lake is also offered as a source of some varied protein if anyone fancies a relaxing shore fishing expedition. The green one is labeled: Fruits and Veggies , The woods around here, while thick with animals, is also home to several groves of plants that can be fried, spiced, eaten raw, chopped, and so on to create a number of staple veggie dishes from among the many cultures assembled here, and some more exotic ones based on recipes left in the kitchen. Finding those patches in the woods, harvesting what is there, and bringing it back is the mission. There is a warning that some of the plants may take exception to being picked, or in a helpful amendment to the note titled "things that look like other things" , some of the patches are poisonous, but the veggies there are almost identical to safe ones in other areas. A skilled naturalist should be able to tell the difference. The coral blue one is labeled: Booze, and everything else . One would think T.Urkey and his immense level of metadimensional power might be immune from the laws of supply and demand, supply lines, and so on. Through the woods there is a storehouse used to bring booze and other feast fixtures to the main hotel. The shipment due to come in is late by several days now. The trucks were carrying cases of booze, furnishings, and other special garnishes that would take the meal from a simple affair between friends, to a feast. The trucks departed the warehouse, but were lost in the forest and never arrived.

(I’ll get threads up today)

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(One of the great things about the holidays is getting to RP with people you ordinarily would not be able to, so I don't want to push the scenes if folks are having fun. When you're individually satisfied with the RP/scene, just post a

and I'll know its okay to go on once I get a majority

Princess Goodtimes! LOL!

haha, yeah I am having fun with that

we both do!

Booze Truckers: That. Was. Awesome.

That was supremely awesome