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

[lostcompany]

[????????????]

I...I guess so. [...He can't do it. He can't make eye contact with the robot. This is too weird.]

Are you...from around here?

[mettatronic]

[And the robot shall continue to play it cool.]

Mmm, nowhere near, from the looks of it.

[Flicks his bangs aside with a small toss of his head.]

I'd have to be pretty far from there indeedy for no one but the lovely Miss Stella here to have thought so far that they mmmmight recognize my face from somewhere.

[lostcompany]

[So it's a famous robot.]

So you ran into those creeps, right? With the masks?