Lillith Anioska Daturai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
st_rangepalette) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
strangetrip2017-12-31 09:40 pm
st_rangepalette) wrote in strangetrip2017-12-31 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
- # check-in day,
- alec mcdowell,
- alex kamal,
- bo dennis,
- coby ward,
- curnen overbay,
- dean winchester,
- dorian pavus,
- gartrett corbie,
- homer jackson,
- kashaw vesh,
- kitty pryde,
- lillith daturai,
- liz parker,
- marie-ange colbert,
- mary winchester,
- moana,
- peter parker,
- pike trickfoot,
- piotr rasputin,
- rey,
- sam winchester,
- sunny nwazue,
- vex'ahlia,
- waldo butters,
- wyatt logan,
- xavin
[GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In
Emma had said, during Winter's Crest, that she missed a tradition from home called réveillon. She seemed also to miss her cousin, as Lillith missed hers. Since she wished both to learn to cook and to be of comfort to her friend, it had been decided they would make a réveillon dinner for New Year's Eve.
Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.
Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.
Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.
Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.
Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.
Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.
Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.
Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.
Re: At the Party
From Sora's description, that sounded like an Avenger-level crisis. "And there was just you and your two friends helping you?" A beat. "No one else?"
Re: At the Party
Re: At the Party
Re: At the Party
Re: At the Party
"What happened to the rest of them?"
Peter briefly presses his lips together. He's fishing with his next question, and he knows that that's almost certainly not the answer. People in this sort of business don't get to do that kind of thing.
"Did they just get old and retire?"
Re: At the Party
Re: At the Party
Peter nods his acknowledgement, and takes another sip of his punch. He's starting to get to the bottom of his glass here.
"So," Peter says, nodding his head towards the rest of the party. "What do you think of the party? I kinda hope there will be fireworks, but I don't know if there's even any to set off."
Re: At the Party
Re: At the Party
And Peter wasn't exactly where this place really was.
"I almost never manage to catch lunch at the same time as everyone else," Peter admits. "So most of the time, I just uh, end up taking my food up to my room. It's kinda weird just eating in a restaurant by yourself."
It was totally different when you were eating alone in real, actual reality. There were waiters or waitresses or someone around, even if you were eating by yourself and the place was totally cleared of any customers.
Re: At the Party
Re: At the Party
"Do you think we can find some steel wool wool, a wire whisk, and either a thick string, or a light rope?"
Re: At the Party
Re: At the Party
This was exactly what Peter was made for.
"Think you can grab the steel wool and whisks and meet me in the lobby in fifteen minutes?"