Can you do the cranberry sauce?

[gleamed]

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: The Big Feast!
When: Thursday, November 27
Where: The Battle Dome
Summary: The whole village is invited for a giant celebratory feast at the Battle Dome! Food, festivities, and fun for all. As a side note, Rapunzel would have posted to the journal about this a few days ago to invite everyone and ask for help, so if you want to handwave your character volunteering/talking to her about it, that's perfectly fine!
Rating: T for Tryptophan


Thanks to the help of Luceti's wonderful residents, the feast was ready more or less on time. The Battle Dome had been programmed to look like an old-fashioned great hall, table wall to wall and covered with all sorts of dishes. You want mashed potatoes and gravy? There are mountains. Yams? Got you covered, bro. Baked bean casserole? Naturally! And since Rapunzel is still sort of new to this holiday to herself, some more unusual dishes may have shown up as well. She tried. And don't forget dessert! There's almost as many desserts as regular dishes, from pies to cakes to breads to pudding, so hopefully you saved some room! To drink, there's a variety of punch, spiced pumpkin drinks, and ciders with a hard option for those so inclined.

The hall has been decorated with all sorts of festive touches that the decorating team put up, completing the pleasant harvest-themed atmosphere. So take a seat, eat all you can, enjoy the music and try not to fall asleep too early!

Comments

[misterbrief]

What, so you can destroy them too?

[Yikes]

[windandrain]

I wouldn't do that...

[She smiles sharply]

Unless they were stupid and mean about waking me up.

[misterbrief]

[He got the cue wowowow]

Isn't that too bad, when you'll find you aren't able to destroy them.

[windandrain]

There aren't any people in the village who I couldn't...

[She taps her chin slyly.]

In one way or another.

[misterbrief]

...!

[He hopes he's reading into this wrong.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[windandrain]

[She leans close to him, taking his arm all of a sudden.]

I've already figured out ways to stop your heart, and not by brute force. And you're the only person in the village I couldn't destroy with my fists.

[Probably not true, but she's teasing him, okay?]

[misterbrief]

Using your magic isn't fair. [He shoots back, clearly avoiding what she actually meant by stopping his heart, as he tugs her a little closer.]

[windandrain]

I don't have to use a drop.

[That's when he gets kissed again, of course, on the cheek.]

[misterbrief]

[He lets out an exasperated sigh.]

You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you.

[Making him flustered.]

[windandrain]

I'm enjoying spending time with someone I care for, yes.

[And that doesn't necessarily mean teasing.]

[misterbrief]

[It bothers him, with how he's tried to reason with himself so this whole thing between them didn't drive him away from her, because this is still a little hard for him to accept.]

What if I left, and came back with no memories of this place.

[It seemed so temporary. Maybe one of the only reasons why he's not flipping out on her, for kissing him and being so close. Why he can be kind of okay with himself about this.]

[windandrain]

[She looks at him, pulling a little bit further back. There's a quick flash of insight, a feeling of that emotional bond beginning to reform, and she huffs a laugh.]

It's unlikely that'll happen, dearest. There's a pattern, I've noticed. People who've been here longer than a year rarely disappear, and when they do they return with their memories.

[It hardly seemed temporary to her, but her feelings were the opposite of her fickle emotions. When she cared, she cared deeply.]

I have faith that the odd twists of fate that brought us together won't tear us apart so soon.

[misterbrief]

[He can feel that link starting to open again too, and curses the crystal around her neck- on top of the fact that her answer didn't make him feel any better about it. But, there wouldn't of been an answer at all that would have made him feel better.]

You're so confident. [Ugh.] Is that blasted thing going to do this every time? [Those are his personal thoughts and feelings, how rude crystal, how rude.]

[windandrain]

I don't know.

[She honestly doesn't, her expression puzzled as she reaches up to the gem and fingers it.]

I wish I did, I'd rather it didn't.

[Though the feeling of connectivity is nice, she hates making him truly uncomfortable. Teasing was one thing, but invading his space?]

[misterbrief]

You and me both. [Regardless, he still feels torn about it, enjoying her company like this but at the same time, feeling as if he's being ridiculous and stupid.]

I suppose there's no need for me to try to explain anything this way. [Since she can feel everything he's feeling now.]

[windandrain]

I'd...prefer if we just talked. Maybe that'll encourage the crystal to stop, you know?

[She does understand, but there's a rankle of irritation from her as she thinks about the stone.]

[misterbrief]

[Talking. Right. That Thing he's not good at.]

Why don't you allow me to destroy it instead. [He kinda knows he can't do that though.]

[windandrain]

[She huffs a wry little laugh.]

Because then my memories would scatter for a few hours. And it would just reform. A waste of time.

[misterbrief]

[Growl. He didn't want to hear that.]

I've got to do everything the hard way with you, you realize that. [He doesn't want to try to talk about it. It sort of freaks him out, because...sharing.]

[windandrain]

I'm aware.

[She elbows him.]

You are also the kind of person who likes doing things the hard way.

[misterbrief]

...

[This woman]

Not this way, I don't. [He can't bring himself to do it it's really hard and he doesn't like it]

How are you so sure this will work anyhow.

[windandrain]

Talking?

[She shrugs her shoulders noncommittally]

I'm not. But it's something else to focus on, right?

[misterbrief]

I guess. [That makes him nervous, even considering it. Nervous enough that now, even though acknowledging it, he has no idea what to say.]

[windandrain]

[Something simple, then.] Have many people from your home returned? Aside from Trunks, I mean?

[misterbrief]

[God he was worried he'd have to talk about something more personal, so he calms down a little.]

...

Kakarot has returned, and I believe I can sense Krillin. That's all, for the moment.