[ Open ] Food Party

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Ruga
WHEN: April 15
WHAT: FOOD PARTY
WARNINGS: None yet!

Food Party

Be it one heard of the feast from the forum, by word of mouth, or just got drawn to the commotion, finding the feast wasn't hard to do. A little house in Ruga had all of the furniture moved outside, sans some tables and chairs-- some probably even from other empty houses to make a little dining area. "Little" being the keyword, but it wasn't like they had restaurant venues to work with. At least there was someplace to sit, right? Assuming it didn't get too popular, of course, there was always the chance of sitting outside. It was a nice day today, after all!

I. Mingle

Looks like it'll be a while before anyone's getting any food, but hey! There sure are people around here to hang out with! Besides, they did mention the chefs could use some company too, right? Or one can decide to be that weird kid at a party that holds their cup of punch in the corner and sips occasionally. Only they didn't have punch-- just water. Sorry, weird kid.

II. Cooking

Welcome to the kitchen! It had a completely different atmosphere here-- tables filled with food that was meant to be chopped or cooked or both. And, of course, the two (for now) diligent cooks working with old stoves. They're open to helping hands, or maybe just a little conversation? How about a bit of influence on what to cook, or maybe being a taste tester? Maybe one might even bring them something else to cook?

III. Feast

While some may argue that this didn't even come close to a feast, it was clear that the most was definitely made from what they had. Could anyone really complain in their situation? Deer meat, apples, potatoes, peppers, water... This may well have been a luxury at this point. Besides, show a little respect for the chefs! They worked hard on this.

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Finally posting this top level [throws confetti.......]

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

I. Talking to a Lion is surprisingly easy.

[ Once the suitable house was found to host their little food fiesta, or whatever this was, it was first priority to get somewhere for people to sit down. Or, that's what he decided he was going to do, anyway. Admittedly, he was hoping that would be a subtle hint for Rin to work on firing (literally) up the stove. Besides, it was important to have a place to sit. Who wants to stand around holding a bowl or plate and pick at their food? Weirdos, that who.

Caramia trekked around, making sure nothing- floorboards or seats- was going to fall apart on everyone. Flopping his full weight down on each table and chair. Any furniture that fell to pieces under him was promptly chucked out with the rest of the discarded furniture outside. Good riddance. Caramia may have had a sore ass after this but it'd probably be worth it.

...Admittedly, there was probably a better way of doing things. Whatever. He should probably grab some well water for drinks, too, while he's at it. Ho hum, so much to do. ]

II. Where's the roast beef??

[ For a while, he seemed to be bustling around without much attention to anything else, besides where people were here in the kitchen of course. He seemed... surprisingly in his element here, however. He truly did enjoy cooking, though, so had it been pointed out, he'd simply say he wasn't surprised. Cooking was relaxing and calm. The only thing better would've been to curl up on a warm day with a good book.

Still, it's his focus that made it all the more surprising when he whipped around with a spoon in hand to the nearest person by him, filled with a warm helping of potato-and-deer soup (odd mix, but at least it didn't look unappetizing?). ]

Here, say "aah"!

III. MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!

[ If only there were actually just a weird fast food joint in the middle of all this. Maybe if they go through the forest long enough, there'll be a nice Wendy's just waiting for them? One can only hope.

For now though, Caramia's coming out with armfuls of food to set down on the tables for people to help themselves with. His own foods of choice were baked potato thins, deer steak, potato soup, and... probably a few others (he did his best with a stuffed pepper with what food they had). He did his best to make an apple puree at some point, but it ended up horribly. Let's not speak about the awful ways he murdered an apple. ]

Buon Appetito! If you want seconds, just let me know. Oh, and sorry for any lack of seasonings. I never missed using salt so much before than... well, right now.

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[appraiser]

[ Ryoji is one of those weirdos who'd taken his plate and refused to sit down. Standing, and subsequently, walking, is how he can flit from group to group and person to person, eventually making his way back to the kitchen area where Caramia is, wanting to say something about how delicious the food is, maybe, but the moment he opens his mouth, there's a spoon in his face and he automatically goes ]

Aah~

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ It's a good thing, too, since he seemed a little too eager for someone to try out his cooking. He gladly rests the spoon in Ryoji's mouth, hoping he had cooled it enough for him. People have different tolerances to temperature, after all, but he was pretty sure it was fine. ]

How is it? It's not too bland, right? Maybe I should add peppers...

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[queenofminiskirts]

[Minamoto always shooed them out of the kitchen when he was cooking. And they definitely weren't allowed to taste anything until Minamoto deemed the food perfectly cooked so this was going to be a fun and exciting experience!

And, really, watching Caramia work in the kitchen both eased her homesickness a little while also making it worse. Because if she closed her eyes and just listened to the sounds she could almost imagine herself back in their apartment...but she also thought, he and Minamoto would have gotten along well.

But she's pushing those nostalgic feelings aside and obediently opening her mouth with an exaggerated and chipper,] Aaah.

[...really it could use some salt, but it's not like they had any of that here. And it was better than anything Kaoru could attempt on her own and leagues better than the stuff that tasted like ash! So she gives him a thumbs up.]

Whoever marries you is going to be one lucky lady!

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ While he knows it wasn't his best work, he hoped for a little breathing room. It wasn't like he was trying to compete for best chef or anything like that. Besides, it was a luxury eating food with actual taste after having gone so long without it. ]

Aha. You think so? Grazie, signorina.

[ He may have been a tad bashful about that. While he knew he'd be too busy for a lady in the life he lived, he'd be a liar if he said that he hadn't entertained the thought. He was a pretty hopeless romantic at heart. And she worded it so nicely, too! He really appreciated that, though he's not quite sure why. ]

The meat isn't too tough, right? Do you think I need to add anything? [ Besides, you know, spices. ]

iii.

[messianic]

[Honestly, though... for what they have to work with, this is impressive? Minato looks pretty dazzled by it, anyway.]

Oh... all of this looks delicious, Caramia-san. Did you make all of this?

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

You think so? [ Caramia certainly didn't think so, but he's glad his efforts were appreciated, anyway! ]

Oh, not all of it. I had a few extra hands in the kitchen. I'm hoping it least tastes as good as it looks.

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[inheritance]

[Ever since locating the place in Ruga, Izuku's hovered around in the kitchen, mostly looking to see if the cooks need assistance. When it becomes clear that Caramia's in his element, Izuku just keeps out of his way and watches for a bit--there's something incredibly warming about the way Caramia seems to enjoy preparing the food for everyone.

He's gotten so relaxed in his little pocket of space that he almost jumps when Caramia suddenly turns toward him with the spoon.]

A-ahhh? [Despite his surprise, Izuku samples the food and says honestly--] It's really good, Caramia-san!

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ He has a habit of catching people off guard around here, it seemed. Did everyone really not have someone with strong presence around before? It was honestly a little funny. It's been a while since he had seen people so put off and surprised by his personality. It was nice. It did make him miss home a bit, though. Everyone just kind of knew how he was and rolled with it there.

(He hoped everyone was doing alright without him...) ]

Really? You don't think it's too bland, right? You can be honest!

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[dualtone]

[ You know how sometimes, when you go to pet a cat head on, the cat will lay its ears back against its head and leans back away from you? Put that exact body language onto a human and you have what Fushimi Saruhiko is doing, eyes narrowed, lips pressed tight together.

He leans back as far as he can without either stepping away or detaching his spine from his body.

And shakes his head 'no'. He's not risking opening his mouth to reply, he doesn't trust that spoon. ]

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ If there's anyone who knows things about felines, it's this guy right here. Although, grumpy felines is new territory for him. Especially cats who deny food??? What the fuck parallel universe is this?

Fushimi just recieved a pout in reply, and were he not certain the food would've fallen off the spoon entirely, he probably would've shaken it at him, too. ]

Oi, come on, it's not bad. I need someone to be my taste tester.

ii please! If this is too old you don't need to feel obligated to reply

[tendershepherd]

[When he finally found the place mentioned on the forum, he wasn't sure what to expect either. No one really noticed when he slipped into the kitchen area, opting to quietly observe the people here to see where he could help. He recognizes Rin, but doesn't recognize the other person.

After observing for a moment he makes his way over to the unfamiliar person, intent on just asking what he can do to help. He's just about to say something when Caramia suddenly turns towards him, narrowly missing him with the spoon. His eyes are wide and he blinks momentarily at the odd mixture.]

Um...a-aah?

[He's completely confused, but he is opening his mouth in compliance.]

SORRY THIS TOOK 10 YEARS...

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ Fantastic! It's someone new-- which was super helpful, since he wanted someone to be frank with him and not just be nice because they were his friend. Strangers tended to be the best thing for that. Happily, he settled the spoon in his mouth (after making sure it wasn't hot enough to burn Sorey's tongue, of course). ]

How is it? Do you think it could use anything? Be honest.

[satanslash]

II : Because being in charge of a kitchen means not a whole lot of mingling

[Of course Rin knew that once they were more or less set up, he was going be in charge of getting the actual cooking started. He didn't have to be told twice. Or once, even. He was already in there, getting the stove to light with his surprisingly helpful blue flames.

Naturally he's going to be more focused on the food than the people, but he won't be rude or unresponsive if someone does come in to chat. Also, he's the one to go to if you're looking to add your hands to aiding in this sustenance filled endeavor.]

III. Congrats, you just fed an actual village

[Rin was no stranger to cooking for groups. He often had the cram school students over at the dorm for meals, but cooking for about six was far, far less straining than cooking for a literal village. Even with the unnerving disappearances as of recent there were still a lot of mouths to feed. Even with their limited resources, it was still a good amount of prep work.

At the end of it all Rin wasn't out in the group getting presented with the fruits of their labor, instead relaxing with splayed legs and dragging arms on one of the chairs in the kitchen. Brow a bit sweaty, tail flopped lazily next to him on the floor, he was just going to stare tiredly at the ceiling until someone had the sense to come drag his sorry ass to actually partake of what he worked so hard to make.]

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[queenofminiskirts]

[It probably didn't help that among the villagers here there are plenty of teenagers who always have an impressive appetite...and teens like Kaoru who could easily consume her own weight in food because of her powers.

Kaoru's going to put off eating though, as soon as she realizes he wasn't there.

Don't mind her, Rin, she's just going to float herself off the ground enough that she could lean over him from behind, her face blocking out his view of the ceiling.]

If you're trying to prove you're not broody you're not doing a very good job.

[satanslash]

[So. A bit of odd trivia about Rin Okumura.

He sleeps with his eyes open.

It's not a constant thing, it just happens from time to time, and yes it is as creepy as you might be thinking.

So Mr. Slouched In Chair wasn't brooding or anything like that. He was sleeping. Poor guy just wanted a short well deserved nap before he joined everyone.

It takes a moment before he stirs from her voice, even letting out a soft snore at first before suddenly jerking out of his slumber, narrowly missing smacking his forehead right in to Kaoru's.]

Geez--!

[A sleepy yawn, back of his hand rubbing across his eyes. What she said had been completely missed.]

Mnn, did I miss somethin'?

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[appraiser]

[ Maybe Rin should be a little rude when people come in to chat, shooing people out of the kitchen if they don't belong, because otherwise people like Ryoji will be there crouched by the stove with his elbows on his knees staring into the fire and being something of a nuisance or a distraction. ]

Blue is such a pretty color... It's also a lot hotter than red flames, isn't it?

[satanslash]

[Look as long as he doesn't step on you and you don't mess up his recipes, he's fine with it. He has to share a kitchen with a stove demon back home anyway.

Staring at the fire is a bit... odd, yes, but he figures not many people have seen flames like his before.

Mixing bowl tucked against his chest and wooden spoon making careful folds of the mixture inside, he looks down with a raised eyebrow.]

Kinda, yeah. Depends on what I'm usin' them for, actually.

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[dualtone]

[ What the fuck are blue flames, what? What? Fushimi stops dead, staring at them for a minute, because that's the weirdest combination of sensory input he thinks he's seen... uh, today, mostly. He blinks, and then slowly tells himself it's fine, people here are from different worlds and there's no reason to make any assumptions about Rin's powers --

but still, he's staring at little, looking almost... offended? Sorry about the look on his face, it's not entirely just because of Rin's existence.

The food isn't helping. Food might offend him also.

Wait, shit, this is rude, isn't it? ]

-- did anyone bring coffee?

[satanslash]

[Blue flames are the best okay?

Actually not even Rin thinks that. They're just a part of him and that's as far as his self acceptance of his power has gone.

But he's here with them, cooking away with nothing sordid or terrible being done to the food. In fact even without spices he's managed to make things pretty damn tasty.

Looking up from a current mix in a bowl, he mumbles a 'hm?' while shaking some hair out of his face. There's a rather pregnant pause after the noise, Rin returning the stare but for entirely different reasons.

For a brief second he thought-...

No.

Yukio isn't here. This guy may have some similar looks but it's definitely not him.]

Oh uh, I'unno if anyone managed to find any.

III--also let me know if I should rewrite this at all or change something if I'm assuming shit

[tendershepherd]

[Sorey has been busy stuffing his face with some of the delicious food they'd made--when it wasn't his turn to be handing the food out, mind you. The tasteless food had been gross but bearable out of necessity, but he didn't expect to miss real food this much. You can't blame him for inhaling the food.

When he finally looks up, though, he notices Rin's absence and furrows his brow at this realization. Taking his bowl of food with him he heads back into the kitchen and, predictably, finds Rin there.]

Hey.

[He says this around a little mouthful of food--listen, he was really hungry.]

You tired? The food's really good, you should eat some!

its good!

[satanslash]

[There's a snort and a jerk as he wakes from what was apparently a short nap. Where he was sleeping with his eyes open.

Yeah, don't ask. It's just a thing he does.

He grumbles and rubs at his face, nodding to the question that was asked.]

Yeah. Sorry, it was a lotta work...

[good_ideas]

I. Mingling isn't her strong suit unless she's here to steal your wallet

[But today isn't a wallet-stealing kind of day. Instead, Shiho's sipping her water and not even making a face and wondering out loud why it's not juice or soda or something.

Instead she's putting her water down and then sighing, sprawling over the empty table.]

Isn't dinner ready yet? [You could help instead of complaining, Shiho...]

III. It's normal to be able to eat your weight in food, right?

[It was a feast to anyone that had been made to eat ash for so long. Ash that had no feelings in them, no hard work, no nothing besides being in a can.

Shiho eats a lot on a regular basis anyway, needing more of it to keep up her energy and to fuel the fact that both she and her powers were still growing. That's why there's at least two people's worth of food in front of her, a pile of meat and apples, potatoes and peppers, even if the meat seems to take up most of her two plates.

Is she really eating all this by herself? Evidently as she picks up a bit of food and places it delicately in her mouth, chewing and sighing in happiness. She's missed this. Not just the taste of food but the feeling thanks to her psychometry that someone had toiled and suffered over making this food.

....And as you approach she gives you a worried look that's part are-you-here-to-steal-something and part yes-I'm-eating-all-this.]

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[appraiser]

[ Ryoji doesn't carry a wallet and the only thing important to his is securely wrapped around his neck in the form of a scarf, so he feels safe enough to plop down right next to Shiho. He's that person who, given the entire stretch of empty spots to sit, chooses to do so right next to somebody, not even giving them the courtesy of sitting across from them. ]

Not yet! It's so hard to wait, isn't it? I can smell everything cooking from all the way out here, too.

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[inheritance]

[No worries, Shiho! He's not here to take your food--in fact, he's got a plate of his own as he approaches her. Izuku gives her a reassuring grin, trying to look as non-threatening as possible when he sees the worried look being directed at him.]

Mind if I join you?