[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

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[zenpc]

As if taking her permission quite seriously, he stuck a forkful of moussaka in his mouth and spoke through it. "You're stuck on that, huh?"

[cloverstone]

"Mmmhm." Her eyes slid over to where his two team mates were supposed to be. "You're not even trying with her, are you? That's definitely a bow. And your other one, mm, well," she looked back at Roman, "isn't there anymore."

[zenpc]

"People still hunt with bows in this day and age." He looked out to follow her gaze though, and annoyance flashed across his face when he saw that Zale had, indeed, vanished.

Damn it, Zale. Fuck it, he could wait until Roman was done eating. He stuck another bite in his mouth, defiantly.

[cloverstone]

"Yeah, okay." It was obvious she didn't believe him, but that was old news to him already.

"They must have promised you something valuable for your cooperation," she began to say, mostly to herself, mostly to fill the gap of silence, and also to see if he'd have any kind of reaction other than irritation. "Xumurdad's stomach? Or maybe they want to resurrect it here?"

[zenpc]

He didn't answer her. The moussaka was much better company.

[deselfing]

It was a little after they'd arrived, people had settled into the event, grabbed food, taken seats, that she found herself standing in front of a bulliten board (shooting lessons, safety training on how to recognize signs if a monster is around your yard, capoeira), eating a gyro and wondering how she'd gotten there. She would much prefer to be at home, reading a book, or at work doing cataloguing, but she was here, knowing it was because she really didn't have those other two things to do (all books read, library locked down on the weekends earlier and earlier), and Zenderael... well, she would think of something to do.

And someone had asked her to come. That had been novel enough in itself that she had obliged.

[closed thread unless someone wants a cameo~]

[cloverstone]

Because he could break it to pieces with his teeth like the savage he was and no one would give a shit, right!? Berserkers!!

"Bet you killed Hutchins' wife, too." Well, no, she had no idea if he was the one who did it, only that it was a berserker, as she had come to believe.

7ish

[wificafe]

Alison hadn't expected to spot Noelle here, of all places. Not that she minded, since it'd be that much more protection if anything did happen, but she hadn't heard much about the Hunter since they'd had their run-in.

To be honest, she still wasn't sure what to think about characters crossing over like this.

She only hesitated a moment before approaching, a guarded smile on her face. "Noelle, isn't it?" It was possible she could be mistaken, after all.

[zenpc]

He put down his fork and looked up, giving her a flat stare.

"If I did, do you really think it's a good idea for you to sit here and tell me you know about it?"

[cloverstone]

"Are you surprised?" She'd snuck out of the tent, then come and accused him right to his face here. Jordan was coloring herself the paragon of everything opposite good ideas.

[inchesofevil]

That someone wasn't even entirely sure why he'd asked Theresa. Maybe because, despite how creepy he considered their first meeting, the second had changed his mind and slotted her under "decent company." He liked that she didn't try to fill silence with empty noise. She was oddly comfortable to be around.

So, Duncan had asked her if she wanted to come, and she came.

They'd split off for a while, Duncan going to find his other friends and Theresa doing her own thing, but he found her again eventually. He walked up to her, a hand raised in greeting. "You doing okay?" he asked.

He'd come dressed as he normally did, boots, jeans, band-shirt, leather jacket over that. The difference today was the shiny new hunting rifle slung across his back, muzzle toward the floor. There were a couple loaded magazines in his pocket, but hopefully they'd stay there.

[zenpc]

"I just can't tell if you think you're clever or if you just have no sense of your own safety."

[cloverstone]

"If I were clever, I wouldn't be here," she said flatly, and it was the truth. XDAV's first botched meet, then the riots in Underwood during Alison's party for Helia (which she had not even meant to attend, fuck.)

[zenpc]

"What are you even hoping to accomplish?" he asked. He thought this girl was an idiot, but she was stupid in a way that made him curious.

[catchingseasons]

She paused, recognizing Alison's face but not from where.

Ah, the first day. She had been in a ... car. Angry.

"Yes," she said, no change in expression or body language.

Was she going to get angry here, too?

[wificafe]

Alison ducked her head in a nod of greeting. "Alison. I ah, was really rude to you when we first met, and I wanted to apologize for that. You were just lost and confused, and I bet my getting upset about it didn't help any."

[7:15ish, after arrival.] [Rhys/Jo + Mal]

[brokencrescendo]

Rhys felt he should have done some research before coming, forgetting what a picky eater he had become. He convinced himself he would be able to eat meat again sometime, frequently missing the easy source of protein, but the thought of the texture against his teeth made his gut twist. Thankfully, the festival had clearly marked what was and wasn't vegetarian, and he was vigilant in keeping to what was safe.

When it was time to pay, he gestured toward Jordan while she finished with her own plate and paid for both of them upfront, leaving no time for protest, if not even room to notice until it was over. Rhys had invited her out, and it didn't seem fair for her wallet to take a hit for that.

[catchingseasons]

Noelle blinked. No getting angry, then. This was good.

"I harbor no ill will against you," she said, and maybe her voice was just a tad softer. It must have been hard to have these monsters show up in a world that had grown so comfortable. "Your reaction was understandable."

[wificafe]

Alison's smile grew more sincere as she nodded. "Still, it was unfair. I hope you've managed to acclimate well enough." Noelle certainly seemed to have adapted well.

[6ish, upon arrival] - [Mal/Gabe + anyone in the group who tags along 8D?]

[andlivefreely]

Malachai got all dressed up, as he tended to do for these things, only this time, his outfit included a shirt of chain mail made out of black steel in a tight weave, suitable for keeping most monster claws or larger teeth at bay. It draped over a dress shirt and ruffled cravat, and above was his ankle-length leather duster, ruffled ends of the shirt's sleaves sticking out at the cuffs. Black dress pants were tucked into mid-calf leather boots that tied up the side, and he had his typical cane, a top hat adorned with a series of brass gears, his goggles, and various other perephenalia.

After arriving with his mismatched group (the three vigilantes- er, neighbours- he'd acquired, or who had acquired him, he supposed, were only a part of what made the group so strange), he took Gabe's hand and hooked it on his arm before leading him off. He figured the group would all wind up doing their own things anyway. "Soooo, watcha wanna do? Sample the cuisine or just hang out?" Of course there'd be cuisine sampling at some point, but he didn't know if Gabe was hungry yet or not.

Unlike the rest of the group, Mal had left his shotgun in the truck, tucking it away and locking the thing up tight. He didn't much like guns.

[turnsteptwirl]

There was a part of Gabe's mind that still screamed that this was a very bad plan. After all, the last gathering they had been to had resulted in a man being thrown through the window and his roommate turning into the Ahura when he wasn't looking. There was a very good chance that something bad was going to happen here, too, and he couldn't shake the feeling, even with his arm being linked with Mal's. Mal was safe. Though, admittedly, he wished Mal had brought the gun in. At least they'd have some sort of protection. Just in case.

The worst part about all of this was that it was far too easy to put on a smile when Mal talked to him. All he had to do was pretend as though nothing was wrong whatsoever and maybe then he'd start to believe it. It hadn't worked the previous times he had tried it, mind, but it might this time!

Maybe.

"Oh, honey, if we're here, we're getting the food." Hanging out was fun and all, but what was the point of a food festival if you didn't eat the food immediately when you got there? Honestly...

[catchingseasons]

"I have."

After a pause, she asked, "Why are you here?"

[wificafe]

Why was she at a public gathering that drew in much of the city...?

Well.

"A friend asked me to come. She didn't want to attend alone, so." Alison shrugged. "Figured it couldn't hurt." And a part of her wanted to be where Eileen was in case anything happened.

[catchingseasons]

"You have no fear of being killed?"

There was no judgment, only honest curiosity in her voice.

[wificafe]

That wasn't a question Alison expected.

It took her a moment to formulate a response after the shock of it, but when she spoke, it was calm and with a pleasant smile, as if she were discussing the weather. "My cafe was torn apart by a Saftan swamp-drake, and a dyadavias tried to get into my home and eat my dogs. I figure if I'm going to get eaten sooner or later, I might as well keep doing things."

In other words, 'no'.