welcome home feast!

[lasthugs]

WHO: OPEN MINGLE
WHERE: Xavier School Dining Hall
WHEN: January 29, 30; all day both days
WHAT: Cass and Callaghan opened up the school's dining hall for ALL imPorts, -- prisoners, diplomats, military, rescuers, even people who were uninvolved and just want the food -- to come in and recover from the ordeal with warm, free food, blankets gathered from god knows where, and each other.
WARNINGS: This should be relatively tame! But please mark your own warnings in the necessary places.

As announced here, Cass and Callaghan have opened up Xavier School to offer food and a resting place to ALL imPorts! The room is kept warm, and there's food and drinks -- non alcoholic! -- and enough space for a bunch of people to sit around and fill their stomachs. The buffet line is stocked with all sorts of food, and Cass is keeping pots of coffee ready for the people who would prefer that, too. There's no junk food, but she stress baked enough to feed a small country while everyone was gone, so there's plenty of pastries and bread to go around as well.

Comments

[dendarii]

A parrot? Why?

[ Alas, the reference is lost on him. ]

[rathercommon]

What - don't tell me the future has lost the image of the swaggering pirate captain.

[dendarii]

Oh no, we have those. Scarred and mysterious and missing limbs. But I don't see how the parrot fits in.

[rathercommon]

They're always supposed to have a parrot on their shoulder. That's the most important part, isn't it.

[dendarii]

Lies. The scar is most important.

[rathercommon]

Absolutely not! It's all about the loyal bird companion.

[dendarii]

Greg is vaguely birdlike with that nose of his.

[rathercommon]

[ That startles a loud peal of laughter out of her. She immediately claps her hand over her mouth. Then, she loosens it enough to grin: ]

Unkind! Besides, he's far too big to crouch on your shoulder. You'd topple over in a minute.

[dendarii]

You're right. We'd have to be reversed, except he's not the pirate-y type.

[rathercommon]

No. I see you more as - Oh, you as the charming pirate captain, him as the upright naval officer. The two of you professionally at odds, but interpersonally...

[ look sometimes nineteen-year-old girls who are frustrated in their own romantic lives like slashfic ]

[dendarii]

[ Gosh. That dynamic isn't suggestive at all, no. ]

Kitty, please.

[rathercommon]

Sailing the seven seas, always crossing paths - each time finding the other so fascinating, but unable to become true friends due to professional obligations...

[dendarii]

You ought to be a novelist if you can spin tales like that.

[rathercommon]

[ She gives a giggle. ]

God, wouldn't that be a nightmare. I'd be wretched.

[dendarii]

Not enough action for you? I do sympathize.

[rathercommon]

More that I can hardly string a proper sentence together. No, believe me, I've had enough action in my life that I don't really crave it any longer.

[dendarii]

At the well-weathered age of - what was it? Nineteen?

[rathercommon]

[ Her smile turns just a little closed-off. Wry, but not so happy. ]

Nineteen, yeah. I got an early start.

[dendarii]

[ Ah. He knows that look, and sympathizes. His grin fades somewhat. ]

Just so. I'll have to buy you a drink now that I'm twenty-one.

[rathercommon]

[ Ah. That cuts through her introspection, and she turns towards him with a smile. Because - yeah. He got as early a start as she did, didn't he... ]

Oh? Has your birthday passed?

[dendarii]

[ Pre-natal, in fact, though with different supports in practice. ]

I decided to just have one and get it over with. Alas, the Russians got me a kidnapping for a present.

[rathercommon]

[ Dryly: ]

So you were the present from the Russians to themselves. Well, you must have been unsatisfactory - you ended up getting returned.

[dendarii]

[ He nearly grins widely enough to split a stitch. ]

A terrible gift for anyone, I agree. Ah, well.

[rathercommon]

Oh, no.

[ She smiles at him. ]

Merely undervalued.

[dendarii]

[ He waves off the comment with his cast. ]

I'm just very glad to be back. Absence of torture or not, I did not enjoy going without a bath for a week and a half.