[ OPEN ] i know some places and i've seen some faces

[falcony]

WHO: sam wilson and anyone/everyone.
WHAT: captain america cookout.
WHERE: sam's horizon domain
WHEN: third saturday of september (aka, about 3 weeks after the jailbreak)
NOTES: see below!

HELLO ALL AND WELCOME TO SAM'S CAPTAIN AMERICA COOKOUT!!!!

Over the last week or so, Sam has been going out of his way to contact as many people as he knows to invite them to a cookout at his place in the Horizon. He knows that after the jailbreak, a lot of people were separated, and this was his first thought on how to bring people together. The purpose behind it is simply because Sam thinks that the one thing all of them have in common, opinion on the Singularity and their situations aside, is that they were all brought here and can actually access the Horizon. He sees merit and use in coming together when they can, especially in ways that don't involve the politics of the land they're now living in. So, what better way to do that than around food?

The long and short of it is - this is a peace meal. Leave your issues at the door. Sam has very few rules and there is very little he will give in terms of what this cookout will entail, but three things he will make very clear:

1.) There will be no fighting at his home. You want to duke it out? Take it somewhere else. There will not be warnings or second chances. Don't be an ass.
2.) There is no meeting or serious reason for this cookout. Literally, he just wants people to come together who may no longer be able to see each other due to the travel constraints. It's meant to be fun. Come have fun. (he knows y'all know what that is, even when some of you pretend you don't). Bring food if you want to! There is also a kitchen (if you know what that is) and places to crash. Hope you like seafood!
3.) Anyone who can come into the Horizon is welcome. He'd love it if everyone came, so spread the word.

The cookout itself is set up out front, with picnic tables and chairs and fire pits and lights abound. There are tables set up near grilles if anyone wants to do any actual cooking outside, and a table (probably multiple) set up with sides and napkins and utensils. There are a variety of different places to go and sit and hang out while you're eating. Anything and everything you can want is available - food, drinks, yard games, music playing from out in the trees that will remain consistent unless someone tries to find the speakers and hijack the playlists, etc. If you can't find something outside, you're more than welcome to check the house.

All throughout the party, too, there will be a new friend. Red, as Sam fondly calls him, is a blood-red hunting hawk with silver in between the feathers. He can be found circling around Sam quite often, or perched on his shoulders, but also if you are out and about you can often see him checking up on anyone and everyone. He's a very curious little bird, and also pretty sassy, if you want to interact with him.



If you haven't, or have, been to Sam's domain before, feel free to take a look around. Anywhere is open (save for one locked bedroom) so everyone has open access, but most of the cookout itself will be located in the front yard.

OOC: This is mean to be an OPEN LOG, so leave your TLs or closed threads below! This party will last basically as long as people want it to, but the idea is for it to be an afternoon into the evening. Y'all have free reign save for destroying Sam's home, but if you have any questions, hit me up on plurk (disarmingly or disco (dai#3757). Sam's TL is below, and he will be bouncing around like the good host he is, but lets get a little party started.

Comments

[gardienne]

Eponine wouldn't know underdressed if it danced in front of her, so she doesn't at what the man's wearing. More to the point, she doesn't notice. Her eyes are on the food, and her face lights up when she realises it's for her.

"Really, Sir?" she asks. "If it ain't too much trouble?"
But she snatches them anyway, because she's hungry, as usual.
The food smells delicious but it's the drink that catches her attention. She peers into the cup, looking at the bubbles. They tickle her nose, and she looks in astonishment at the cup.

"What is it?" she asks, doubtfully.

[iobject]

"No trouble." As she takes the food and drink from him, he shoves his hands into his sweatshirt pockets. He cocks his head, but there's no surprise on his face that she doesn't recognize soda. There've been weirder differences between worlds for him.

"It's soda. Try it--it's sweet."

[gardienne]

"Soda?" She repeats the unfamiliar word, but she does as she's told and takes a tiny sip of the drink. At first, she looks disgusted by the taste, but she blinks and goes back for another sip.

"It's like sugar. Sugar and water and - and it makes my tongue tickle. You know, Sir, before we were here, I had longed to try sugar, but no. Not since I were a child, for it were an expense and when there ain't money for a carrot or an apple or so, you don't worry about a sweet. But here, in prison, I were showing Susan how to pick a pocket, and la! We relieved a guard of his sweets."

She smiles ruefully, fully aware of how silly she sounds. "It is nice, this soda thing, but I think I prefer a chocolate or a bon bon. I like gin the better, you know?"

[iobject]

She has such an odd way of speaking, and she talks about sugar like it's a huge expense. As far as he's concerned, the expense of a sack of sugar is pretty on par with a bag of apples or a bundle of carrots. Which means she comes from a very different world than him--or time, but he assumes world.

"Well, you'll have to talk to someone else about the gin," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. He's promised himself not to even begin to threaten his sobriety by touching anything alcoholic. "Chocolates shouldn't be too expensive to get on the outside. Bon bons, probably, but not chocolate. Where are you from?"

[gardienne]

“Paris, Sir. Well, I were born in Montfermiel. It is just outside Paris proper. But most of my life is Paris herself. You have heard of her, no? So many here have not heard of Paris. But then, I don’t know nowhere save London or America. I should have liked to have gone there but… but I would’ve been dead before the new year if I hadn’t come here.”

She stops, suddenly awkward. People don’t like to hear about stuff like that. People don’t want to know. She knows that. Pink flushes on her cheeks.

“Sorry. I ought not to talk on that.”

[iobject]

"No, I've heard of Paris. I've never been, but it's a pretty famous place."

He waves off her apology, his smile softening a little. "No, don't worry about it. I'm glad that you came here, if that was your future." He doesn't know people's circumstances, but he's been around too much death to be uncomfortable talking about it.

[gardienne]

“I think it is. Sir, I don’t look so bad here when I can imagine meat on my bones and to be clean, Sir. But home, I were on the streets. Here in Nott, the same now. But no one ain’t out for murdering me here. I would have died from cold or hunger or my Pa and his friends at home. Here, perhaps the cold will get me? We will see.”

She speaks rapidly, without pause. It’s a trait of someone who knows they’re not listened to and someone who is desperate for someone to hear. At last, she stops to draw breath, to look at Phoenix, to see if he’s judging her.

“I weren’t scared of death, Sir. Still not. It’d be a nice rest. God though, I wish it’d be quick. If it were my Parnasse or Papa ior the one, they’d have me for days, I know. Where di you come from? America? Everyone says America here.”

[iobject]

Phoenix leans back a little at the deluge of words, but that's the only real way he reacts. This is hardly the first loquacious person he's dealt with, and hardly the weirdest nor the most eager to admit to terrible circumstances at home. He has cultivated a very high tolerance for weird people.

"You seem a little young to not be afraid of dying," he comments. "I'd say it's still pretty healthy for you to be scared of it." He shrugs at her question, more distracted by all the things she said and what it implied than anything. "Yes, somewhere like that."

He's from Japanifornia, in Japanimerica.

[gardienne]

“Why be scared of summat you can’t stop? And anyway, if it’s quick, it’ll only hurt for a minute. Then… nothing. It will be as if I’m asleep, won’t it? Finally finally at rest where nowt bad can keep happening.”

Eponine shrugs off his concerns. She is scared - or she was. She was scared of what the gang would do to her when they caught her. She was scared of the pain they’d put her through for betraying them. She was scared of a slow death all alone. But here, Susan wouldn’t let it come slowly, and she wouldn’t be alone. She’s manipulated enough people into feeling sorry for her that she knows she’ll never be truly abandoned.

“What’s it like there? My Pa used to talk of going on a ship for a new life there.”

[iobject]

“I’ve heard from some trustworthy sources that that’s not how it goes.”

Ghosts. He’s heard from ghosts. And a lot of them.

But no need to frighten her with those stories. He cocks his head, considering her question. It’s hard to answer when he knows nothing else.

“Fast paced,” he settles. “There’s always too much happening to keep up with, but I like it that way. There’s also all sorts of people from every country or walk of life you’ve ever heard of. It’s a good place if you like people.”

[gardienne]

“We’ll, I don’t believe in church no more so it can say what it wants. You know, you ain’t allowed in without shoes but it’s us what don’t own none that need it more. Stupid.”

Eponine smiles at Phoenix’s description. “I like fast too. And people. I like watching it all just go on, you know?”