Puttin' On The Feedbag

[sinanju]

Who: Michelle Webster
When: Mid-afternoon, July 1
Where: The Rowland House (specifically, the Dining Room)
Invited: Anyone and everyone in the game town
Status: Open

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[Akkarin]

[nohatmatt]

Akkarin found his stomach growling as the table grew fuller and fuller of food. It was a feast such as he hadn't seen since Imardin, before the Guild had discovered his use of black magic and exiled him for it. Not as fine as he would have expected as High Lord, but he wasn't the kind of noble to become insulted over such things. Here and now, this meal was perfect - and a far cry from the fare of his journey from Canada. Fruits from trees, vegetables from fields and birds and meat brought down with magic and cooked over a fire or in a globe of heat. Everything smelled superb, and he took his place at the table with a smile on his face, enjoying being in company again, whoever these people were and wherever this was

[Jack]

[tweets]

Jack had hung back, only really having arrived long enough to introduce himself to those few who had been helping prepare the food, he had then been unceremoniously ushered to a place at the table, where he sat in near silence as everyone ate.

As Akkarin stood, Jack turned his eyes to the man, listening intently to the man who was an obvious leader.

Somehow Jack couldn't help but smile as a toast was raised to life. Jack nodded in response, raising his glass high and meeting the eyes of the man who had proposed the toast. Lean and not what Jack would have called athletic, but there was something almost enchanting about him. Eventually Jack tore his eyes away from this enigmatic man, a faint memory coming to him of the Doctor; the last man who had enraptured him so.

Jack was intent on finding out more answers to his questions before he went down THAT particular track.

[Tobias]

[ima_birdboy]

Tobias had left earlier to get dinner and he'd been surreptitiously watching the house ever since. When he had seen the mountains of food coming out though, he couldn't resist and as a human he jumped from the tree and snuck quietly inside. He'd wait until everyone else had been served before trying to snag something for himself.

The toast was fitting, but without a glass, he did not participate. He was too busy watching the bisciuts intently. He hadn't had a homemade meal in...since before he'd become a bird. His family had never been very familial.

[Marie]

[marieindeluge]

"To Life," Marie echoed, and hoped that it would stay true.

A leader she wasn't, but she was beginning to see the need for leadership, and it probably wouldn't hurt to learn how to be a leader. "And to friendship and peace."

[Aleila]

[ginnyvos]

Beside her, Aleila nodded and rased her glass. She might not echo the words, but from her solumn expression it was clear that she ment it, just the same.
Her conversation with Marie, safe in the secluded backyard, had helped. It made her feel more... Secure somehow, to know that she wasn't the only one strugeling with her power. Besides, she hadn't eaten any real, honest to god cooked food in weeks. She was more than looking forwarth to it.
Besides, everyone seemed anxious for something good to eat, and that feelings all bled over to her, merged with her own feelings and made it all stronger.
When she realised just how neatly she'd analyzed that, she couldn't help but feel a little prowd. It had been some time since she'd been around people and felt calm enough to analyze who felt what and how those feelings merged. Talking to Marie really had helped.