barbecue.

[lostcompany]

[Night, and a campfire outside of town, in the lightly forested scrubland of the Neloi Flats. A good rendezvous point for a ragtag bunch of abductees; a point of interest for any stragglers, where fellow otherworlders can be found.

Just follow the smell of cooking meat. There's...there's a lot of it.

And while you're all feeding yourselves, there's a lot to talk about. For instance: who the fuck were the people that brought everyone here? What did they want? Who's interested in finding a way back home, and what's the best way to tackle that question? Where will everyone stay? How will everyone get along in this place?

All that and more, at the campfire.]



[[ooc: Meant to be a rapid-fire IC conversation kind of post, with rampant threadjacking, but do as ye will! Proper toplevels are welcome, as are new characters.]]

Comments

[photoshooter]

Oh no, it's even worse.

[maximumest]

It's not a lot of fun, besides the eating part. But once you're strong things like doors and locks aren't a danger anymore. Ever.

[photoshooter]

Iiii don't think I'd ever get strong enough to bust through steel chains, buddy.

[maximumest]

If tiny green aliens can do it, you can too. Of course a good way to fail is convince yourself things are impossible before you even try.

[photoshooter]

Man. You really should meet Gladio. I have a feeling you two would get along.

[maximumest]

Is he the not giving up before trying sort, or the stuck training to do basic things anyone else could if they bothered sort?

[photoshooter]

He's sort of the "literally a big ol' stubborn bear in disguise as Noct's bodyguard" sort if you ask me. So, both?

[maximumest]

... Is your entire species as deliberately helpless as some of you are, save the apparent very rare exception, or?

[photoshooter]

Hey! It's not deliberate.

[maximumest]

[Broly pauses, raising one hand to rub at the skin just below his circlet. These people have no idea what's out there..]

Please keep in mind there's interplanetary businesses out there who specialize in taking over planets full of beings who hope for others to handle a problem, renovate them, and sell them to the highest bidder.

[He knows, he and his father freelance sometimes for them.]

Being able to at least PRETEND a reasonable show of force is very helpful when they arrive.

[photoshooter]

Uh! What? I didn't know about that! Should I know about that? Shouldn't everyone know about something like that??

[Eos may... have its problems, but he doesn't want it getting "renovated"! Or sold! That's his home! He doesn't have anywhere else to go!

(Except this place, apparently, but, y'know, WHATEVER.)]

[maximumest]

If you're not a spacefaring people I'd be surprised if you know what's on the next planet, never mind a few solar systems away.

[Broly shrugs.

It concerned him a whole lot less than it would if he still HAD a planet.]</small. It's a good reason to not be global-scale pushovers. Those summons everyone was talking about earlier might help, if nobody wants to just work on their power levels a bit.

[photoshooter]

But--but Noct is the only one who can summon the Astrals. And it's not like they're exactly reliable...

[maximumest]

There's many ways to defend something you care about. If those 'astrals' have their lives tied to the world in some fashion it might give them a good reason to suddenly be more reliable!

[No that's not how it works, but he doesn't know that. It sounds like a good idea to him!]

[lostcompany]

I'll say nice things at the funeral.

[photoshooter]

Tell them I was brave and strong and did my very best.

[lostcompany]

[touches his shoulder reassuringly]

[photoshooter]

[Clasps his hand. REMEMBER HIM AS HE WAS, YOUNG MAN.]