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]

...Hope he rests in peace.

[Maybe later, it'll occur to him that it is very, very weird for Bahamut to have a grandpa, but they're having a moment.]

[corruptedcoil]

And her as well. May she walk in Light.

[ It's a nice moment. She puts a hand to Prompto for a moment - this was comfort, right? Right. ]

[photoshooter]

[He touches Alisaie's hand, smiles a little, and nods. Yeah. This is comfort.]

Not gonna lie, it's been rough since then, but. We won't let her passing be in vain.

[corruptedcoil]

We shall both stand for them. And not forget what was given - no matter what Alphinaud may have done with that gift.

[ fak u bro

This is when she pauses, and looks back to the fire, biting her lip a little. ]

...Hungry?

[photoshooter]

Me? [He laughs a little.] Always. You?

[corruptedcoil]

Yes. Have preference?

[photoshooter]

Oh, I'm not picky. As long as it's dead, I'll eat just about anything.