[OPEN] The Redsworn Reception

[guerriera]

Who: The Redsworn of Ruby Sanctum + Guests [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]
What: Carolina The Redsworn have invited everyone to dinner! Let's see how well diplomatic relations between the flights can be improved, eh?
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Forward dated to 6th June.
Warnings: Fires, food poisoning cooking for all, shenanigans, possible bad language.
OOC: Come gets some cross-flight CR! c: Some setting options below the cut, or go ahead and make your own.


A: COOKING FIRE SHENANIGANS

Feeling peckish? Have a delivery to make? Or just want to try your own hand at serving up some grub? The Redsworn's usual cooking area has been expanded for the evening, with two extra firepits dug out to cater for additional mouths. Over one fire burns the now "traditional" starter meat of bear flank, something any newly sworn (red or otherwise) will have the pleasure of sampling first. There's also several baskets of berries, fruit and vegetables, while a pot obtained in trade from Silverglen bubbles merrily.

B: FIRESIDE MINGLE

The redsworn of the Ruby Sanctum have claimed a corner of their own beneath one of the larger trees. There's a smaller fire here set for warmth and ambience, and have logs set about for seating for those who don't like perching on rocks or roots, or don't find the comfy grass comfy - park yourself and have a chat!

C: OPEN/MISC.

Choose Your Own Adventure! Just remember: wander alone at your own risk, non-redsworn, for the Red Dragonflight will have their eye on you.

Comments

A

[frecklebutt]

[Ymir has barely any idea who anyone here is or what's going on, but that's not going to stop the siren's song of free food. Anything she didn't have to make, pay for, or replace as good to her, and she just waltzed on in, blending in with the crowd, immediately making her way to the fire pits.

She's picking bits up with her fingers, shoving them in her mouth and eating quick, making exaggerated chewing sounds and slurping her fingers loudly. May as well make the most of it and eat enough for five people for five days, and maybe take some leftovers home in her pockets, right?

Perhaps if you're "lucky" she'll be trying to sneak a bite off your plate, trying to make off with a nibble and a very audible YOINK as she tries to get away. Whether she's successful or not is up to you.

But she'll be over here, chowing down and humming tunes to herself between bites. Did nobody teach this girl any manners?]

[wilder]

[It wasn't that Zelos was really eating that food, in fact he was slowly giving it to the whelps. Still. It's very eyebrow raising worth when he sees a girl trying to steal food off his plate]

Uh...did they run out of food or something?

[frecklebutt]

[Crap. Caught.

She looks around as she comes up with an excuse, using the first one that comes to mind, trying to sound as snarky as possible, shrugging a bit, food stuck in her teeth as she grins and tries to talk her way out of it.]

Well, I don't see your name on it, buddy. Finders, keepers and all!

[wilder]

Actually, I'm pretty sure that's what the plate is for.

[he points towards the firepit]

There's plenty of food that way, my dear.

[frecklebutt]

Yeah, but it's more fun this way! I mean, come on, you should see your face right now!

[She tries to grab for more, obviously not taking no for an answer]

I ain't your dear, though. I get a penalty bite for that!

[wilder]

[he pulls the plate away, though at least he's smirking a little!]

Oh c'mon. Where in the rules does it say that?

[frecklebutt]

Mine. Unfortunately, for you, I seem to have left my copy at home, so you're going to have to just trust me on this one, okay?

[She'll try a pathetic face for now, trying her best not to laugh at her own bullshit]

Besides, I haven't eaten all day. You gonna let me starve like this, man?

[wilder]

[he sighs. Frankly, it's not like he even needs the food, and it'll be a quick way to get rid of it]

[And so, reluctantly- he holds out the plate for her to take]

[frecklebutt]

[Ymir looks a bit stunned. She can't believe it worked that easy.

She'll just scarf that all down, wiping her mouth on her sleeve like a true gentleman, and letting off a nice belch as a thank you]

Ahh, that went down nicely! My guts thank you for your brave sacrifice.

[wilder]

[He makes a slight face at the manners, but doesn't remark on them. Because right, giving away his noble upbringing and table manners might be bad]

Yeah, I'm sure there'll be songs written about this deed.

But now that we're so well acquainted- who are you?

[frecklebutt]

[Keep feeding that ego, that's a dangerous thing you're doing there]

Need a name to pen that song with? I'm the one and only Ymir. What about you? And no, "I'm Hungry" doesn't cut it here.

[wilder]

Ymir? You mean like the forest?

[That's a weird name for a human, at least to a Tethe'allan. And he gives a soft snort at the Hungry thing, since really- he's definitely stuck at being the opposite of that]

If I was hungry, I wouldn't have been that charitable. It's Kaneis.

[frecklebutt]

Wait, what? Someone named a forest after me or something? Then again, I am pretty tall and strong, I can see why they'd do that.

[She's gonna flex a bicep and pretend she is the coolest mofo here for a bit, don't mind her]

So have you been here long? A native? Anything? You seem pretty personable, at least.

....I had to solely because I had a relevant icon for this XD

[lightningbearer]

*on the one hand, it's probably not unreasonable to assume that the guy who's missing an eye would be easier to steal from

on the other hand, girl, you need to work on your subtlety there :|

which means she might find herself with a hand clamped very firmly around her wrist for her efforts*

Don't.

perfect

[frecklebutt]

[Pouting. Why does everyone at this party gotta be a huge killjoy? Ugh.

Time to turn the brattiness up a few notches.]

Don't? Don't what? You didn't say what. Don't fight? Don't sing? But I know so many good drinking songs, it'd be a shame.

I couldn't resist such a golden opportunity!

[lightningbearer]

*yeah, you're just getting a very unimpressed look at that*

Don't try that again.

*he'll let your wrist go though, at least?*

[frecklebutt]

[Don't mind her looking pissy, that's just her default look.

She scowls and mehs a bit.]

Picky, picky, aren't you? Man, I'd think a party would mean people were at least a bit unguarded. Tch. Fiiiiine, I suppose you can keep your dinner. I thought sharing was caring, though?

[lightningbearer]

*he's a mercenary, being constantly on guard just comes with the territory!*

That's what the stuff by the cooking fire's for.

[frecklebutt]

[She pffts a bit, trying her best to think of an excuse for being a Lil' Shit this time]

Well yeah, but that's too hot! I'm not gonna risk burning my tongue off, so you all can spare a bite, I think.

[lightningbearer]

Figure out how to deal with it yourself.

*...yeah, he's totally not even bothering pointing out the obvious "wait for it to cool" bit*

[frecklebutt]

What, you really plan on eating all of that yourself? Surely, fasting is a virtue, or some shit, right?

[Her tone is slowly going from fake-cheerful to annoyed]

....This isn't gonna work at all, is it? Bah. You're a tough one.

[lightningbearer]

And?

*said in a tone with just the right amount of "no shit, Sherlock" implied*

[frecklebutt]

[She idly scratches the back of her head]

Tough crowd, indeed. Not that I can entirely blame you, this shit's pretty tasty for a random barbecue I found.

[Her brain takes a second to shift gears, trying her best to reach some level of empathy.

She sighs and grits her teeth, almost as if this following part is extremely painful for her to say.]

I suppose I should apologize, then.

[lightningbearer]

*just shrugs at that; he obviously doesn't care either way :|b*

[frecklebutt]

[Time to tease you then]

What? Can't hear me, grandpa? Your sight was so good, did it cost you your hearing? I'm trying to be nice and shit!