( open ) happy moonsgiving, everyone! (forward dated to 11/15)

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Date & Time: All Day, November 15th, 3313
Location: Focused centrally on the Moon Base Cafeteria.
Characters: Any and all!
Summary: It's a feast on the moon under the guise of being a new sort of Thanksgiving! Food, drink, merriment, food comas... lend a helping hand, fill a few plates of goodies, and meet friends new and old!
Warnings: None right now. Please PM this account should anything go beyond a "my grandmother is also reading this and that is okay" level of appropriate.
Notes: Tag in action or prose, and please specify a time of day, location, or activity your character is participating in! (Set-up, the feast, clean up, etc.) Feel free to offer multiple prompts, as your heart desires! Also, Collette is asking for people to write something they're thankful for on butchers paper on the wall before getting their first plate of food. This is 100% optional!

In the morning, the setting up begins. It's hard to say what's a morning versus what isn't on the moon, but using the lighting system as a sort of guide, those who offered to help set up the feast or continue on with the cooking will all be there bright and early.

After things are cleaned, the cooking continues on while further set up of plateware and silverware and hard to break glasses are left to those helping hands with a mind for arrangement details. The whole of one section has been converted into a sort of buffet-style lineup, waiting for the dishes to be complete and set at ready. All varieties of the usual dietary fare have been offered, some in greater quantities than others.

Then comes the time where people stopping by or trickling in aren't just turned around or co-opted into assisting; it's feast time, though not before an announcement that each person getting a plate of food must write at least one thing they're thankful for on a large sheet of butcher paper taped up to the wall. There's a variety of colored markers and pens provided, from someone's personal (and eclectic) collection. It's a soft price to pay for free food and plenty of it!

When the feasting has wound down, so begins the clean up. Tired, drunk, well fed, over fed, or simply content, people will be shuffled out or dragged into helping turn the cafeteria back into working, normal form. What decorations were added will need collecting (or stealing), plates and dishes and cooking implements and pots and pans will need washing, and floors a good sweeping and waterless mopping before things are all back in order. Leftovers, if there are any, will need to be placed in sealable containers and put into refrigeration.

And then, blissfully unaware of anything impending on the horizon, to bed, or different haunts, for the night.

Comments

[firstgoldson]

Me? [ Aurican laughs. ] No. The elves were more than glad to give me a meal back home, and if I wasn't dining with them I would be eating out of a deer carcass miles away. The only thing I could make is a meager salad that I recall from Silvanos' dining halls.

[ He gestures to his own small bowl. ]

Sadly, I don't have much of the ways the elves used in their meals, so I made a hash of it.

[governorkang]

No, they wouldn't like the sight of that.

[Kang wrinkles his snout slightly.]

Never was a fan of elven food. Too much fruit, and sweets, and it's never really filling. [A gesture at a strip of the venison he's cooked on his plate:] This, though, is proper food. Most everything else here, as well.

[firstgoldson]

Perhaps they changed their diets over the years. During the years before and during when they were forming their city, they ate just about everything. Though them likening for sweets never changed, hmm? That's the one thing from the elves I never could really enjoy.

[ Sweets taste odd in a dragon's mouth. ]

Is that one of yours? [ He gestures toward the venison at Kang's plate. ]

[governorkang]

[He shrugs.]

It's not as if I've spent much time around elves.

[Except for during the war, and then any elven food they had was looted. He smiles, though, and nods.]

Yes, that's one of ours. One of the few things we make that seems to be palatable to the other races. It's not quite right, but it's close.

[firstgoldson]

[ Aurican is given a strange, sudden sensation: a cool, sweeping sensation, the kind he would get when he feels suspicious but is not sure what, exactly, is so suspicious in the first place, not unlike the time he felt such sensation when he smelled the smokey smell before he discovered the waste on Silvanos' beautiful city.

He wonders what was Kang said that produce such a sensation in the first place. ]

Interesting. [ Although it looks a little like what the Kagonesti elves would prefer, but Aurican wisely keeps this comparison to himself. ] Any spares left so I can try a taste?

[governorkang]

[Kang isn't bothering to hide anything anymore. Aurican is more than old enough now to understand, when the subject comes up.

He gestures at the strip again.]

You can have this one. There's plenty more with the rest of the food. I should warn you, though, it's very spicy.

[firstgoldson]

[ Aurican has a very dry smile gracing his lips. ]

Thank you.

[ He takes the strip, cutting it down with his knife and fork. ]

By the way, I mean to ask you: how often do you go on the missions for the Initiative?

[governorkang]

More often now that we're on the moon. We need supplies, and to work to prevent the nuclear strike from happening. All I've done so far is for the former, though.

[firstgoldson]

[ Aurican nods. ] I've been asking around, particularly to the remaining Initiative employees. I am a dragon of magic and the arts, and science has not been my greatest strengths, but . . . this nuclear device they mention seems to indicate that even maintaining such a weapon would require a great deal of testing and measurements, not to mention research of past nuclear events. Am I correct?

[governorkang]

Yes.

[He shakes his head.]

A... place I was before, there were missions we were required to go on as well. One of these missions gave me the knowledge of technology and history that many of the humans from Earth here have. They would need a special facility to store them and launch them, and computers with the capability to monitor targets and track the missiles while they were on course. The materials required are also volatile and hard to obtain and transport in a legal manner. It doesn't stop the criminal circles, though.

Were you thinking of going on a mission?

[firstgoldson]

[ Aurican spread his hands upward before him. ]

Yes. There is very little I can do here. My expertise in the arts won't be helpful in running the space station other than lifting a few spirits, and the other abilities I have will be better off in the field whether it is for foraging and hunting or sabotage.

[ Aurican takes a piece of the strip, and even to a fire breathing dragon it is spicy. Kang was not jesting about the flavor, and Aurican discreetly takes a sip of his water. ]

If what I am suspecting is correct, then the matter of stoping the nuclear strike will involve not diffusing the bomb itself, but the research that allows it to function in the first place. Or we can create a malfunction of sorts that will make the material useless in its future.

[governorkang]

Stopping nuclear weapons themselves would be a nearly impossible task, and likely to be too drastic a change. It'd be far easier to prevent the UE from being able to amass the materials, launch weapons, or like you said, make the materials useless.

[He notices the sip of water, and only smiles slightly.]

You'll need someone with knowledge of such things to go with you.

[firstgoldson]

[ Aurican won't show it, but he is relieved when Kang notices Aurican's dilemma.]

I most definitely do. Like I said, I don't specialize in the sciences with the exception of the arcane. I never knew you were knowledgeable in such matters, Kang. Perhaps I ought to take a leaf out of your book.

[governorkang]

[He frowns, scales clicking softly in discomfort.]

I wouldn't recommend coming about that knowledge in the same manner I did.

[And, with a soft snort, he regards Aurican seriously.]

Are you asking me to accompany you?

[firstgoldson]

[ Aurican lowers his head slightly and raises his eyebrows at Kang. He wonders what, exactly, did Kang mean by that.

Another question for another day, perhaps. ]

I much rather have someone knowledgeable and knows me well then be paired off with a stranger who will fear me more than the enemy itself.

[ Most of the time people were too wary to come near him or outright mistrustful and hateful. The few who approached him were few and, unfortunately, he never learn much from them as he did from Kang. ]

Especially so if any mission comes to such a point I will be forced into revealing my true form. I never was able to make many friends in Exsilium when I was a wyrmling, unlike my time with the elves back home.

[governorkang]

[He doesn't elaborate, happy to drop the subject at the moment. Another time.]

I understand. I'll go with you.

[firstgoldson]

Thank you, Kang. It means a lot to me. [ And Aurican is earnest in that comment. Now that he can assume different forms and no longer appear imposing in his dragon shape (and not to mention losing his childlike naiveté), Aurican might have a better chance at making friends in this world.

He briefly frowns when a concern flashes into his mind briefly. ]

Has anyone infiltrated the U.E before?

[ If so, Aurican might seek their advice on such a dangerous journey. ]

[governorkang]

Yes. I can't remember who, but some have. I can ask around.

[firstgoldson]

Thank you. It might do us some good to at least learn of the culture of their lands. [ No detail is ever frivolous to a gold dragon. He feels excited at the idea of doing such research. ]