Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

[paixaomayor.livejournal.com]

Character(s): everyone in the food tent
Content: food, and lots of it.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, food tent
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)

The food tent is the second biggest structure at the fair, next to the Ferris wheel. It's a large white tent set up near the far end of the grounds. Inside, the majority of the tent is filled with long tables (with white plastic tablecloths) and benches for seating.

The food, along one side of the tent, is set up buffet-style. They have a wide variety of hot and cold dishes, and it's all good stuff, having been catered by Café Ersesat. It's always well-stocked, too, somehow; if they run out of anything, it's replenished within a few minutes. There is also a small bar, where alcoholic drinks and cocktails are available upon request to anyone who looks old enough.

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Re: Very Back Table, 12:30ish

[rodentchef.livejournal.com]

"I'm Remy," the rat said as he watched the two work on consuming a sizable chunk of the table's offerings. Obviously, he had found some people who really liked to eat! It reminded him a little of his brother, especially the comment about eating bugs. Remy tried not to make a face at that. At least bugs were better than garbage - more natural and all that. "I'm the head chef of La Ratatouille, in Paris. Or at least, I used to be... Kind of hard to work somewhere you can't get back to."

His expression turned a little unhappy at the thought. "I really miss the place. I hope they're getting along okay without me..." They would probably be okay for a little while, he assumed. At least until people started wanting something new for the chef's special...

"So... you say you're from the Pridelands?" he asked, changing the topic to something a little less worrisome for himself. "I take it that's somewhere in Africa?"

Re: Very Back Table, 12:30ish

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

"Ratatouille? Sounds more like you're on the menu than cooking it." Timon commented while listening to Remy. His paws flew at the plates content, grabbing whatever they could before the warthog could bring his snout down onto plate again. "You know, this could be like a vacation for you." he continued, hoping to comfort their guest before stuffing his mouth with all the food he could manage.

This place that had been mentioned, Paris, it sounded like a place he wouldn't mind visiting. If the food was this good and came in this quantity, he and Pumbaa would get along with the business owners juuuust great. Assuming they were able to afford the food. Money was the last on his mind. He wondered more if humans could understand the animals there as they could in Paixao. It would explain how the rodent could gain status of chef in one of their restaurants. Head chef at that. -not that he had anything against Remy being a cook. He was actually rather curious what sort of dishes the rat could produce.

Swallowing the current mouthful of food in his mouth, the meerkat nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It's nothing like here though. There ain't so much as one human 'round, unlike this place. Plus there aren't any of those buildings around or some dome over our heads either. There's real plants, mud holes, bugs..."

He let out a wishful sigh, reminded of the little guys after the warthogs comment. However, he hadn't much time to think about them for his eyes had caught a rather surprising sight. "Pumbaa, did you take a bite outta this n' put it back?"

Re: Very Back Table, 12:30ish

[warthogrhapsody.livejournal.com]

Pumbaa grinned widely after swallowing something from the plate, when Remy introduced himself. "Ohhh, well, pleased to meet you Remy!" he added in, before Timon continued to talk about their home.

He promptly returned to the food, tuning out Timon. Thinking of home and becoming homesick was the last thing he wanted. And, anyways, there was food to be eaten! There was SO much of it, and they all tasted so good and different. Well, mostly good. There were a few things he wasn't quite so sure about. While he might've been missing bugs, perhaps he could survive for now if they could always find food this tastely.

His feasting was interupted, however, when Timon suddenly addressed him.

The warthog looked to Timon, a little sheepishly. "Well, uhhh... maybe?" he admitted to hestiantly. Uh oh, busted.