[ 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

[gynvael]

[ It's strange, almost, to consider what Estinien is possibly after when even his close friend seems on a different page. Not that it matters to him—what others believe is not his business, so long as they don't bring it his way—but it's curious. Though he's considered before, after the fact, that Estinien had just stumbled on him that day in a shit mood, itching for a fight, and lacked the self control to walk away. It happens.

He doesn't yet open the bottle, his expression thoughtful. ] She could've. I don't doubt her sincerity. But choices still need to be weighed. And I can tell you she and the others will always weigh them in favour of their people.

[ Maybe their interests will align with some, maybe they won't. Geralt does not begrudge the woman's decision; it's only pragmatic. His point is that intentions are not enough. A kind hand only goes so far. There needs to be more, and right now he isn't sure of anyone who holds power that he can say it would appear they have good reason to go out of their way to help.

As far as he's concerned, the ones gathered here, they're on their own. He doesn't see that changing any time soon. ]

[aquaveiled]

[ She nods in agreement once again, just holding onto her bottle as well. The metal top still vexes her and she figures she will ask for assistance again once he opens his. She can be patient. ]

That's what a good leader is suppose to do, isn't it? Look out for the interest of their people?

[ Aymeric is a good leader, always willing to do what was best for Ishgard. But he played a long game and she can't imagine wanting to spend years slowly working ones way through bureaucracy until one is in a position to make lasting change. Even then it had taken heightened conflict and war to push forward. ]

I'm no politician...nor do I want to be one, mind you--but I feel like the mistake happens when they believe that the interests of their own people mean to be at the detriment of others. You can help without risking it all, at least in some respects.

[ She shrugs, tapping her fingers idly along the glass surface of the bottle. ]

Either way, I doubt she's the only one in the Kingdom of Thorne who feels that way. But I'm in no hurry to return and find out for myself. We still don't even know what the hells the Singularity is other than an ominous rock that vaporizes the locals.

[gynvael]

Mm. [ He takes her bottle and pops the cap as before. One day, Sam will demonstrate how the fuck these bottles work. For the time being, Geralt's willing to take on the task if only because he'd rather not witness another convoluted scheme out of her. Horizon or not, a kitchen fire would spoil the mood. ] That's why you aren't a politician.

[ It's not an insult. Geralt's got no lost love for politicians. Nor does he disagree that what she's saying is the ideal. He's simply never seen it applied, does not believe anyone who takes that route will not inevitably compromise far too much. But he supposes that's why Himeka is content fighting live vegetation instead of seating herself on a throne.

In that sense, he understands. ]

Doubtful anyone knows. [ Something like that is rife with opportunity for rumours and legends to spawn. If there's truth to any of it, he isn't sure any of them will ever know. ] If this world burns, they'll have done it to themselves.

[ In the end, that's where his concern lies: not in the so called end of days that the Singularity might cause, but in the much more probable destruction wrought by people who will raze cities over fears they don't understand. ]

[aquaveiled]

[ She doesn't even need to ask? How convenient! Himeka will gladly take the newly opened bottle back as well as take another swig. No slowing down now.

It's not an insult and she certainly doesn't take it that way, laughing lightly instead despite the somber turn the conversation has taken. ]

You're not wrong.

[ And she'll drink to that, too, which she does. The third beer does bring something of a happy warmth to her cheeks, at least. She smiles as she turns her gaze upwards, even as the gravity of his would-be prophecy settles into her bones. They feel a little hollow at that, but he's not wrong about that either.

The question is...what if they could do something to stop it? Does the fault then lie with them as well? ]

Then ours would burn too, wouldn't they? If what Ambrose said is true.

[gynvael]

If. [ His skepticism is clear, but it's rooted in a general unwillingness to buy in to the concept more than a lack of trust in Ambrose or Thorne. He thinks Ambrose is telling the truth, as the High Mage believes it, something which Jon had once confirmed. ] That's what they all say.

[ How many prophecies have their been now on the Continent alone? How many have come to pass? (How much of Ithlinne's prophecy is real and how much of what pursues Cirilla are simply those who lend it too much weight? It's hardly the first time prophecy has led men to do the unthinkable, and he's tired of it. He's tired of being caught up in things he doesn't even believe in.)

He drains more of his beer, letting the topic lay as it is. He's not interested in debating, not here, and he's said what he thinks. Beyond that—Himeka is free to make of it as she will. ]