[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

[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!

[lightningbearer]

......

Is there a point you want to make?

*looks totally unimpressed*

[frecklebutt]

I got a nice, big point right here for you, grandpa.

[She's just gonna flip you off. Super mature of her.]

[lightningbearer]

*...and this is where he's just going to pick up that last piece of meat on his plate and start eating it like you're not even there

because no, no he does not give a crap*

[frecklebutt]

[She ffs a bit and bites her lip]

Well, fine, you be that way, grandpa. If the spooky demons come by or whatever, you're on your own. Don't gum on that piece too much now.

[lightningbearer]

*sorry kid, you're fifty years too early if you think you're gonna get a rise outta him with that :|b*