[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

[persequor]

Nan. [ arya squints at him. ] Why do you call yourself "the"?

[raggedydoc]

Because that's who I am, the Doctor. [He says it in a matter of fact tone of voice, as if having a title instead of a name is perfectly normal to him.] You can just call me Doctor, though, if you'd like. Everyone does.

[persequor]

It is an honor to meet you, Doctor.

[ her lessons come back to her belatedly. she tips her head in polite greeting. ]

[raggedydoc]

An honour? [He smiles brightly, clearly pleased by her words.] Oh, I like that. People don't tell me that often. Not even to be polite. It's a privilege to meet you as well, Nan. Tell me, just out of curiosity, where are you from?

[persequor]

[ the question gives her pause. not of the north. she can't say she's of the north. ]

King's Landing. My father was a farmer, but he was murdered for his coppers when we came to the city when I was still little. So I've been alone there since.

[raggedydoc]

King's Landing? Can't say I've been there before, and that's a pretty rare occurrence, finding somewhere I've never been. Though, I suppose, rather less rare when other universes are thrown into the equation.

[He's never been much of one to travel between universes - not on purpose, anyway. The Time Lords generally frowned on that sort of thing, except when they were being hypocritical about it.]

Not from Earth, I take it?

[persequor]

[ what. ]

There is earth under the streets…?

[raggedydoc]

Earth as in the planet - though its official designation by those who don't live there is Sol 3, because, well, you'd be surprised how many planets' names are some variation on "earth" or "home" in the most common native language.

[Yeah. That might be a little technical for her.]