Hot Potato (party log)

[desperate_times_right]

Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street

Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!

Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.

The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.

Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.

Comments

[givefarmore]

[ Ragnar is busy trying to parse the different flavours that are lingering in his mouth from the plate of food he just finished when the sound of her voice pulls his attention up. ]

Randvi, it is good to see you. I trust that you are well, too?

[meadqueen]

I am. These are challenging times to be new here, I'd imagine. Foolish of me to worry about a Viking fighting against these Saxons.

[givefarmore]

[ he nods, agreeing. it has been challenging. Ragnar's gaze turns outwards, spotting Ulfrùn. ]

Maybe not so foolish. There is a very small imbalance.

[ when he looks back at her, he lifts a hand and holds his fingers barely apart, insinuating if there were a few less that maybe that Viking could take them on. ]

[meadqueen]

[Randvi laughs.] Another one or two of us and we could take them on.

[givefarmore]

Even the two of us could damage their numbers. I am sure of it.

[ and the expression on his face is certainly assured of that fact.

Ragnar looks out at the other townspeople gathered. ]

But what I am unsure of is why people are dressed and look different. What kind of celebration is this really?

[meadqueen]

My friend attended a festival similar to this just recently in England. It was a festival held to ensure good harvest, though fortunately this group is not burning anyone alive. They bade my friend wear a strange disguise and go from home to home to receive cake from the people there. Perhaps it’s intended to appease a spirit.

[givefarmore]

[ Ragnar is intrigued, if still slightly perplexed. Learning about the future is quite exhausting. ]

I should like to know what spirit would want someone to each that much cake.

Hm.

[meadqueen]

I'm not sure. I heard all of this secondhand from my friend, and she’d been ferociously drunk at the time.

There were these horrible little carved gourds too, lit with a candle.

[givefarmore]

[ his brows dip, knowing all to well the hazards of drinking too much and doing things that don't seem real the next day. it's happened to him far too many times. ]

I have learned of these evil gourd things that have warts and are deformed. Why do people wish to celebrate such frightening things?

What happened to Álfablót?

[meadqueen]

I think they're meant to frighten off evil spirits, and it seems they would be effective!

We celebrate still in our village, at least the Norse and Danes among us who follow the old ways. Our blacksmith is taking a foreign wife, and my friend went to receive her on behalf of the jarl.