http://paixaomayor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] paixaomayor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-08-11 09:27 pm

Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

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.

Re: 12:45ish

[identity profile] humaniste.livejournal.com 2007-10-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Death was finding himself increasingly pleased with the fact that he'd come to this meeting despite the circumstances. Idea after idea that he'd never even considered were being tossed around, the sign of a worthwhile information exchange. There was one thing he didn't understand, however. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT BIRDS AND BEES HAVE TO DO WITH THE NATIVES OF THIS CITY, he commented, THOUGH I HAVE SEEN THE CITIZENS ENTERING THROUGH THE GATES SAME AS THE VISITORS DO.

AND YOU ARE CORRECT, I DO NOT HAVE ANY DIAGRAMS, he added helpfully, THOUGH I AM NOT SURE OF WHAT YOU WISHED THEM TO BE.

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Death delt in saint and sinner alike, seeing both the highest heights and absolute bottoms of the world. He knew just how these things worked.