It's a party, ya'll

[athiefalways]

who: Everyone's invited!
what: That potluck he mentioned
when: Saturday afternoon
where: The park
warnings: None so far!


[True to form, Remy pulled out all the stops for this particular potluck. He has it on good authority that Rogue's bringing cornbread, but he's got what seems to be a wireless two-burner setup that he's brought along to the park, one of which is dominated by a very large pot of fragrant and spicy gumbo, and the other by a very large pot of cooked white rice, on warm. There's a small table with plastic-seeming (but totally biodegradable) bowls and utensils, two large coolers (because people might be bringing drinks), two big folding tables (for all the things that might be brought) and a big expanse of the park to cop a squat in and have some good grub, place some outdoors-y things, and have some fun! The park as a grill too, if someone wants to fire it up!]

(OOC: Feel free to post your own starters and have a ball! This is meant to be fun, after all. If you want Remy specifically, let me know! He'll be wandering around.)

Comments

[athiefalways]

[Remy nods at that, smiling.]

I can tell, mon ami. You got dat "dis must be a real lucid dream" look.

[nobasisinfact]

[Richard raised his brow at the statement. He wasn't entirely sure he believed what Remy said was true. He was holding his own in regards to dealing with this delusion rather well, at least he thought that.]

If I were dreaming, then this wouldn't be my dream.

[athiefalways]

No?

[Smirking, because he's clearly humoring you, Richard, he nods.]

What would yo' dream be, then?

[nobasisinfact]

[He can tell, and he is having none of it because Richard Strand is an enemy of fun and frivolity.]

Not this.