Party in Fantasyland! (Open to All)

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[capn_corpse]

Barbossa had been minding his own business for nigh too long now. His reasoning? He had found something else to do. Since arriving at the Park he had been a very bored and very sober pirate, and no good came from being a newly de-cursed, sober and bored pirate. Besides, for some strange reason he was in a sharing kind of mood... or was as gracious as the captain could be on a good day.

It was a little after Cayce's speech when Barbossa strolled on down to this "international diversity festival...gathering...whatever", rolling a rather large, rather creaky, sealed and quite-obviously-converted wooden rubbish barrel. Rum had been his aim for the past few weeks. Pirates and other men of ill-repute often picked up how to brew themselves a little moonshine, and Barbossa in particular knew that if you fermented molasses or sugar cane long enough...jackpot.

He rolled the barrel to a stop and lifted it upright, something obviously sloshing around inside. "Aye, missy!" he yelled, trying to get Cayce's attention. "Missy!"

[caycep]

At the sound of her name, Cayce looked up. A barrel. The pirate was lugging a barrel.

That could only mean one thing: that in the homebrew sweepstakes, Crichton and Jackson's Disneyland Special now had competition.

That couldn't be good.

Still, a gift was a gift, and maybe she could at least quietly warn people about it ... "Hello, Captain. That what I think it is?"

[capn_corpse]

Barbossa had been busily trying to remove the bung from the barrel. Everything being self made, and the pirate being no cooper, he was finding it difficult to actually uncork the damn thing. With a grunt he finally just removed the top of the barrel, noticing the wary look on Cayce's face.

"Lo thar," said a rather...strangely happy (if not also off putting) captain. "'s rum. Had some meself, so get tha' look off yer face, lass. Still have me vision. Figured might as well let everyone else give it a proper try tonight too."

And he couldn't really say why that was either.

[caycep]

Cayce did manage to get the nervous look off her face and smiled. "Well, thanks. I do appreciate it." For the spirit--ha ha--of the thing, if nothing else. "You're not the only one around here who's decided to brew their own, in fact."

[centuryjenny]

Jenny headed straight for the drink table, grabbed herself a bottle of beer, and polished it off straight away. She wasn't quite sure what to think of the diversity theme, though she supposed it had its heart in the right place, but diverse alcohol was another story. Jenny decided she ought to contribute, so she found a large sheet of paper and some blue and red markers, wrote ENGLAND in large letters on in, and then grabbed a couple of English beers, warmed them up to a suitably disgusting temperature with a bit of electricity, and set them out on a table along with a couple of her cigarettes.

"Should do," she said to herself.

[anthony_crowley]

"Up, England," said Crowley dryly after witnessing her preparations. He himself was holding a chilled martini.

[centuryjenny]

"Nothing reminds me of home more than the taste of shithole pubs," Jenny said, with something close to pride in her voice despite the sarcasm. "Would've got some proper disgusting pub food, too, but I don't cook."

[anthony_crowley]

"Nor I," he said. Which was technically true. Basically he just waved his hand and the universe was rearranged so that the food he wanted was right there.

"I prefer the Ritz," Crowley added, "but it's true that there's nothing more British than shithole pubs."

[oui_ministre]

Jean-Etienne had gone to more trouble than he imagined he would, if only in an effort to impress someone. He arrived early on, large blanket thrown over his shoulder, which looked, he thought, frankly ridiculous in his suit, but never mind. After spreading it out in his space, he left, to return several minutes later with bottles of wine (admittedly taken from the drinks table, but he was planning on sharing) and what he'd considered the closest to 'French' food avaliable. There was cheese and cakes, mainly, as it was quite difficult to find snails, and his cooking was not particuarly up to scratch.

He then stuck his small homemade paper Tricolour-on-a-stick in the grass in front of the blanket and set up his own little sign, reading, 'La (Premier/3eme) Republique Française - Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité. A Bastille Day picnic - We have wine, cheese and cake.' Because that was all his country was about... The thing was, most of the other things he considered decidedly French were unavaliable, or amorphous concepts anyway. He threw

[adore_therockin]

Marguerite had spent sometime doing what she could to get some things together. She had been able to scrape enough fabric together for a large tri-color flag and matching sash around the waist of her dress. She had seen in some of the shops pictures (which still amazed her) of people with bright colored fabric and things in their hair unlike she'd seen before. So she spent sometime in the mirror making red little strips and braiding them in. After some thought she decided she should show some pride for England too. After all, she spent her school days there and lived there now. So she took little strips of sparkly white fabric and made little X's that held the braids together.

She had also made French bread, her mother had taught her how sometime ago and she'd been practicing. So she brought those along with her as well. "Bonjour!" She smiled cheerfully at Jean-Etienne as she approached, hanging up the impromptu banner and placing the basket of French bread down. "How is everything?" She asked taking a seat near him.

[oui_ministre]

Beaufort's eyes widened at her flag, "You certainly beat me on the flag front." He picked up his flag out of the grass, "And you baked bread!" He looked for somewhere to put his flag, and failing for anywhere interesting, he put it in his waistcoat pocket, where it sort of hung out limply. "All is well, madame, oh...uh, wine?" He reached over and poured her some in a cup, which normally he'd have complained about, but wine was wine at the minute. "How are you, anyway?"

[adore_therockin]

Marguerite laughed at his expression. "I've been sewing lately. One dress does not do well if one is baking. So I thought I'd try it," she laughed again as he tried to put his flag somewhere as well. "Oh! Wine would be delightful!" Taking an extra pin from her hair she took his little flag from him and pinned it onto his jacket. "Much better," Marguerite took a loaf of bread and a knife to cut it. "Yes, my Mother taught me when I was little." How was she? Marguerite smiled ear to ear. "I am delightfully happy at the moment."

[swordandchalice]

Setsuna had winced a bit at Kira's yelling, but smiled after and asked, "So...we're Japanese pretending to be Hawaiian?" He too was wearing a lei, but while they were setting up the limbo bar, he eyed the pineapple cake.

[swordandchalice]

"I'm not drunk," Setsuna told him with a blank look. "Are you drunk? And...you don't have to pretend to be obnoxious."

[a_good_man]

Daniel arrived wrapped in his best sheet-and-blanket approximation of the* robes he'd worn on Abydos. Better than that, though, was the food he'd managed to procure. The Doctor had happily provided him with a quail he 'just happened to have sitting in the back of the fridge', some figs, and some barley Daniel'd found in the back of the Time Lord's pantry. Best of all, he'd had some clay pots that, while they probably weren't really intended for cooking, would fit the bill none the less.

He set up early, and made a small fire pit off to one side, sort-of near the food tables, into which he had set two large clay pots, one with a lid on it, the other filled with a bubling stew that smelled of cumin, coriander, onion and garlic. He sat on a rock, stirring it occasionally with a wooden spoon, and people watching.

*please ignore the black-robed guy. SG-1 stole the idea from Star Wars

[caycep]

"That smells fantastic," Cayce said, wandering up with a still-very-full cup of Barbossa's rum in her hand. She sized up the robes. Sort of Bedouin-looking. "So is your adoptive culture a desert culture?"

((Does he shoot lightning from his fingertips too? ^_^))

[a_good_man]

Daniel grinned at her.

"Yeah. First planet we went to through the 'Gate. They call it Abydos, and the people there are decedents of Ancient Upper Egyptins; presumably the city of Abydos, since they've kept the name. I met my wife there."

((Actually, not that I remember. But Danny does. ~giggles~))

[caycep]

"So maybe there's something to all that Ancient Astronaut stuff after all, huh?" Cayce joked. Then: "I, uh, didn't know you were married." How had she missed that, after all this time?