[ 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

[antichristsplusone]

[Martin is absolutely unattended. He'd been ducking inside to escape after spotting Nero harass Coraline (he's heard enough about her from Jon that he thinks she can hold her own there) and just happened on the kitchen - where Himeka's demand makes him start, a little.]

O-oh! I, um. I suppose not?

[But his tone is bemused, more than anything else, and he still gives her a brief smile as he spots a bowl to pull closer before he mans the eggs quite readily.]

You've not got a very helpful companion for this, I'm afraid, most of what I do is ready-made meals.

[aquaveiled]

A willing companion can be made into a helpful one.

[ She says as if she hadn't just bullied him (gently) into this. But no matter, cooking is fun! Surely he will appreciate the opportunity. No harm done. ]

Oh I won't judge you there. Sometimes--no, very often there's no time to really make something. But that's why we can't let this pass us by.

[ Us, because Martin is in it now as Himeka starts to lightly, lightly oil a skillet. ]

What do you like to eat with eggs, Mister Martin?

[antichristsplusone]

[Martin needs both hands to crack his eggs, but he does it with the dutiful, repetitive patience of someone who could do it all day. And no shell gets in, either.]

Yeah, I'm rather used to being on "go" constantly. I haven't had proper downtime in... [He pauses mid-crack and frowns. God, maybe a year?

[That's definitely going on the 'Let's just deal with that thought later' pile.]

Um. Toast, usually, a-and sausages. Sometimes bacon? It really depends what I've got left in the house. [Or how tight his budgeting is to afford lush home-cooked meals like that.]

[aquaveiled]

[ Ah, he is a useful one! If this is a skill that isn't just a reflection of Horizon manipulation, Himeka will definitely have to tap in on it in person. Once she has the resources to actually cook. (Or when Maeve finally lets her use the house kitchen...)

But no matter! He's given her an idea. ]

Then let's try a recipe that I learned from my time in Ishgard.

[ Setting the skillet on the stove, she tosses a slab of meat from tbr aether onto the cutting board and begins to thinly slice it. ]

They call it an "omelette" and I've found it's very good with dodo.

[antichristsplusone]

Oh- yes, that sounds fantastic! We have omelettes in our world, too.

[And it's been quite a while since he'd thought to make one, so the novelty of it is as much appealing as the memory of it.

But then he frowns, and turns a bemused look towards her.]

Sorry- did you say dodo? As in, fat flightless bird?

[aquaveiled]

Do you?

[ Her tail pops up for a second with her visible interest in this little nugget of information. ]

Well that ruins the surprise but it is nice to have something of a taste of home, doesn't it?

[ See? This is exactly why food brings people together. It's a universal language.

His question about the dodo gets a simple nod. ]

Oh yes, the fatter, the better.

[antichristsplusone]

[Sorry, he's still stuck on the dodo comment.]

...huh. On my world dodo are extinct, they haven't been alive for- probably thousands of years. That's... wild to me that yours just-- has them. What are they like?

[aquaveiled]

Extinct?

[ That does come as a surprise. She tilts her head to the side. ]

Were they hunted to extinction due to their tasty meat?

[ Granted, bird meat is something she has only gotten to sample in the recent years, but it was a highly prized treat amongst a few individuals in her village. ]

They are very round--almost perfectly so, it's quite amusing--with long thin beaks, and are quite stupid. There's an ever-present look of bewilderment in their eyes, as if they never quite understand the sky above their heads or the earth beneath their feat. They're as cute as they are delicious!

[ And on cue, she pulls a hefty pieces of dodo breast--larger than the average American Turkey, for certain--and starts to slice them up with little concern to the animals she just regaled. ]

This recipe calls for some butter, Aldgoat milk, parsley, and tomato sauce. But we can always add whatever fixings we would like, including some of your bacon.

[antichristsplusone]

...you know what, I'd have to ask. [There's a dry humour to his voice, though.] Maybe someday we'll get a caveman here-- a-a human from an ancient civilisation, from before they made iron and the wheel, we could bother them about it.

[Watching Himeka pull things out so readily helps inspire him, so in short order he's also pulling ingredients out - goat's milk and butter (which he can't help but baulk at, just a little), parsley and a small tin of tomato paste, which he pauses in his egg-cracking to pop the top on.]

Actually, does that mean you don't have, like- chickens or turkeys?

[aquaveiled]

[ A caveman--it's good he clarifies, because her immediate image is some sort of golem-like creature made of stone that looks a bit like a man. You know, a man that would come from a cave! An odd name to call...ancient peoples, in her opinion. ]

Ah, so they are just a very ancient creature?

[ Or maybe dodos also lived in caves?

Martin is making himself a good sous chef, though, reading things for her. Himeka gives a nod of thanks as she continues to cut and quarter all the dodo, slices appropriate and thin to fry up quickly on a skillet. ]

Oh, we have chickens. But I'm not sure what a "tuhr-kee" is?