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.]]

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[soft_focus]

[YOU CAN PUT THIS ON THE MEAT???] .........I thought it went on potates...

[Or whatever that tuber was.] We didn't get to put anything on the chicken..!

[Who the heckie is 'we', who knows, but anyway, she has the cheese she has it ready let's try this meat cheese deal-]

[corruptedcoil]

[ Alisaie scurries off to grab some of the meat.

She assumes, in her head, that potato is a different word for Popoto. It'd make sense-- did any of these people know about Lalafell. When she returns, she offers the meat to have the cheese placed on it. ]

Who are we? [ She just asks straight-out. ]

[soft_focus]

[Honestly it could be anything. So many things. The girl breaks off a chunk of her pilfered cheese wheel, setting it upon the meat eagerly.

Who are-] ...Mnh? [That's not a sentence that's not how grammar w-

Oh wait.

Well, she just looks over in Prompto's direction. That guy.

And herself. Obviously.]

[corruptedcoil]

...Him and you.

[ Alisaie spoke to him earlier. She likes him. ]

Who're you, then?

[soft_focus]

...Reira. [Zarc gets no intro. Zarc never gets an intro. Except when he makes himself a bit too well known, which is Not Now. The girl rebundles her remaining cheese, and it goes back in the bag.

Okay lady, lets see this melty cheese meat action.]

[corruptedcoil]

[ And Alisaie goes over to the fire - just putting the meat into a pan and beginning to cook it. ]

'm Bahamut.

[soft_focus]

[....Baha-

What. Weird name.] Bahamut... [Well, she'll feel it around in her head a bit, get used to the name. She stares at the pan, watching the meat sizzle.]

...I just used the dusty bit of the fire for my chicken...

[OLDSCHOOL COAL COOKIN. wait why's a tiny child cooking with fire]

[corruptedcoil]

...Can shorten, if you need.

[ She shortens her own words just in case she can still temper people. But she tilts her head a little, as it's heating up. She doesn't cook much okay. ]

Think the fire is best.

[soft_focus]

[She immediately shakes her head to that.] ...I can say longer names.

[Like Tsukikage.]

...If fire is best, how come you're using this though...

[corruptedcoil]

Don't want hands burned. Don't know if can be burned.

[ Simple as that. ]

[soft_focus]

[Oh.] ...I can burn my hands, but I did it.

[She looks at the fire.] ...You just can't put it in the fire part, and when you take it out you use a stick.

[Technically she used her glove hand, but.

Shhh.]

[corruptedcoil]

Dunno if mine burn. Bahamut is strong.

[ ...? No, she's not going to explain this. But she pauses, putting a finger to the meat. It felt cooked enough - and the cheese stuck to her claw a little, before drooping back down. But she couldn't feel heat.

...Hm. ] Sticks are messy. But here. [ She's offering it out. Alisaie is being really kind. ]

[soft_focus]

[.......................................she would like you to explain.] ....You said your name was Bahamut...

[Ah-she'll take it though, using the glove hand to keep clean (and not so burned).

...This is going to be harder to bite into than the chicken isn't it.] ....thank you.