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

Prompto has been on an n-month long road trip with only dudes, so... what's laundry

[photoshooter]

[He winces sympathetically, but doesn't tell her to stop.]

Many fingers make for good lickin', right?

[That is not the least bit any kind of real saying, Prompto, what are you teaching this child--]

prompto thats no way to be a good influence

[soft_focus]

[Well, could be worse. Could be burning. She refuses to take this glove off, mess be damned, so eventually she manages to get the sandwich made and unstuck all at once. Now...

The moment of truth! She takes one bite, and....]

Mmmn!!!

[Holysh]

....s good!!!

[Excuse her while she wolf's this down.]

He never promised anyone in his life he'd be a GOOD influence

[photoshooter]

[Prompto swears he can feel his battered heart swell three sizes. This right here is the proudest moment of twenty entire years of life.]

Right?

[He offers her the bag of marshmallows.]

You can have as many as you want. Though if you don't want to get sick, I wouldn't try eating moooore thaaan... seven.

[pROMPTO.]

FFFFFFFFFF

[soft_focus]

[It's so goooood.... ...She'll take the marshmallow once she's done this smore, but she does eye it, at the le-] ....

That many...?

[THAT'S A LOT]

[photoshooter]

[The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.]

Definitely no more than that.

[soft_focus]

It already seems like a lot...

[photoshooter]

Well, I guess you are kinda small, so... five, then?

[soft_focus]

And if I can finish that I can have seven?

[REIRA NO]

[photoshooter]

[He holds up seven fingers.]

Seven total! Not seven more plus the first five. That's fair, right?

[soft_focus]

....That's what I meant. [It's totally what she meant, don't worry.

totally.]