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[i_am_your_host]

[OOM: Emcee and Eric re-establish their arrangement. (Still in progress; warnings for sex and vampirism.)]

This evening, Emcee orders far more food than is possible for only one person to consume. In fact, the spread that he sets out on a large table is a veritable buffet.

The main plate is a dish of bite-sized sausages, including bratwurst, knackwurst, weisswurst, and for the brave, blutwurst (a separate dish labeled "Vegetarian" contains an assortment of similarly flavored meat-substitute sausages). Accompanying dishes contain sides of sauerkraut, red cabbage, potato latkes, and pickle spears. There are blocks of cheese, such as Rauchkäse, Butterkäse, and Limburger, and more familiar ones like Swiss, Edam, and cheddar. Among the crackers and slices of rye bread, there are baked pretzels, to be slathered with mustard. In the center of the table is a bucket filled with bottles of German beer, surrounded by empty glass steins if drinking from a mug instead of guzzling from a bottle is more to one's taste.

It's Oktoberfest back home, and Emcee is feeling the vibes, as the modern kids say.

Come join him.

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato is always shy about approaching people, even people he already knows. On the other hand, he's a teenage boy who is, in his own world, presently living exclusively off fish and alien fruits, so there's no way he could resist that much food.

Still, he approaches Emcee and the food with the approximate mannerisms of a wolf or feral dog attempting to scavenge off an unattended carcass -- that is to say, warily, with an expression that suggests he's ready to back off at any moment.

"Is the, er ..." He gestures vaguely at the spread. "Is the food for sharing?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Yes, my dear lad, yes!" Emcee chuckles, immediately offering Yamato an empty plate to fill up.

"Please, help yourself to as much as you like. This is all traditional fare from Germany, so if you have questions about anything before you taste, do feel free to ask."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato relaxes a bit, content in the knowledge that he's not going to be chased off, and takes a seat, piling up a plate with a selection of sausages, along with some latkes.

"Thanks. It's appreciated, on my side of the door it's mostly just whatever fish we can catch and whatever weird Digital World vegetables we can forage or buy from markets right now."

[i_am_your_host]

"You are very welcome, especially if you are still on that fish diet," Emcee says sympathetically. "Fish is good, of course, but variety is the spice of life."

He glances over at Yamato's selections and passes him the bowl of sauerkraut. "Care for some sauerkraut to go with your sausages?"

Emcee's own plate is similarly laden, but with more cheese, and a piece of pretzel that he's been dipping in mustard.

[death_gone_mad]

A dark furred kitten... a somehow very agile kitten, manages to get up on the table, after climbing up legs and leaping off of laps.

The kitten dutifully avoids all the icky fermented vegetables, but she did not plan on having to choose between the blutwurst and the knackwurst. Her indecisiveness prevents her from making a quick getaway, unfortunately.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is munching on some cheese and crackers when the kitten finds her way onto the table.

"Oh! Well hallo there, kleine Katze," he chirps with delighted surprise. He speaks to the cat as if she can understand human speech, because here, one can never tell. "You are looking for something to nibble on, I see. Please, allow me to make you a plate."

Taking a small, clean dish, he selects the sausages she'd been sniffing, and cuts them up into little bite-sized pieces. He sets the plate right on the table, because Emcee welcomes everyone to dine with him.

[death_gone_mad]

Well, an offering. That's a lot less of a conundrum. She sits on her haunches and watches him prepare the meal with curious but very unnatural red eyes.

When he's done, she stares at him a bit, deciding whether it is necessary to speak.

Nah, she's a kitten. Why should she speak?

She gets up on all fours again and walks over to the dish to accept the bite-sized offerings.

They taste as good as they smell so she relents and makes a few appreciative nyam nyam nyam noises. Humans like that, don't they?

[i_am_your_host]

The red eyes are a giveaway that this is no ordinary Earth cat, so Emcee is not going to underestimate her, not even a being as tiny as a kitten.

"I'm glad that you approve," he chuckles.

She really is an adorable creature.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's yawning when he enters and is brushing dirt off his jacket as he's been working in an underground space. When he nears Emcee, he stops, "That's a lot of food. Is it a holiday?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks up from his meal at the table and raises his mug of foamy beer in greeting. "Cassian, darling! It's not so much a holiday but a festival centered around eating and drinking, as festivals are wont to do," he says with a grin.

"Come, join me! Oh, but you might want to wash up a bit. Where have you been?"

[childofrebellion]

"Doing some exploring. I'll be back in a moment," He goes back to the restroom and soon returns with his hair wet and cleaner, "What's the name of this festival?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee appreciates Cassian not shedding dust and dirt on the table! He pushes out the chair next to him so Cassian can sit, and he offers him a plate and utensils.

"It is called Oktoberfest, sixteen days of festivities from the end of the month of September into October. It originated in the southern part of Germany, but many German cities celebrate it. I think you may have tasted some of this food at my other parties."

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus, thankfully a little high and now a little hungry, meanders by - today he's sans shirt, but with the addition of what might generously be called a kimono and numerous cheap necklaces.

And meanders back, following his nose, loopy and lax and grinning.

"Well, you're all set for a party." He observes, with interest.

[i_am_your_host]

As preoccupied as Emcee is with arranging this spread, he most certainly notices when a certain long and lanky individual wanders by. He was going to call him over, but the smell of warm food is as effective.

"I am always set for a party, darling," Emcee replies with a dimpled smirk, and he offers Klaus a clean plate to fill up. "Help yourself to as much as you like. It's Oktoberfest on the other side of my door, so I thought I might bring a little of it into the bar today."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oh wow, is it really? It's..." He pauses, considering, half-way through placing a bratwurst on his plate.

Still pausing.

Hold, please.

"Yeah, I don't know, fall? Ish? Haven't been paying attention." He laughs, because Ben isn't here to scold him about it.

[little_pieces_of_time]

A small, quiet teenager is lingering around the edges of the frankly (haha, frankly) impressive spread. That is a lot of food. The food at Blackwell isn't particularly bad, for the cafeteria of a mildly prestigious arts and sciences school, but there's nothing like this.

[i_am_your_host]

It is a lot of food! And this lot of food on one table is meant to be shared with anyone who is hungry or curious or both, and that includes small, quiet teenagers.

Emcee has just arranged some cheese and crackers on his own plate when he notices her.

"Hallo, fraulein," he greets her with a feline smile and a slight dip of his head. "Would you care for something to eat?"

[little_pieces_of_time]

"Hello," the teen offers a gentle smile in return, a little hesitant but still friendly. She likes his accent. "Yes, I would, but there's so much to choose from. Is this a feast for a special occasion, or is this normal for this place?"

She is still figuring Milliways out. Or trying to.

[ostro_goth]

"Would this be a feast that it is safe to bring Egil to?" asks Teja as he enters from the back. "Also, greetings."

[i_am_your_host]

"Greetings to you, Teja," Emcee returns with a smile.

"Egil? And who might that be? Regardless, as long as they have no allergies or aversion to smelly cheese, all are welcome."


[ooc: Went through my tags and wracked my brain trying to recall if Emcee has ever met/heard of Egil. Can't recall at all, but if they did, let me know!]

[galen_erso]

Galen Erso is eyeing the food. Some of this looks rather unlike anything he knows from his home galaxy.

[i_am_your_host]

"Ah, good evening, Galen," Emcee greets him as he settles the beer bottles in the bucket just so. "Would you care for something to eat? This is all traditional fare from my home country."

He offers Galen a plate and utensils as further incentive.

[abyssum_invocat]

Sinthia is not, yet, partaking in the food: currently she's still sitting, carefully just out of easy reach of anyone nearby, watching Emcee set everything out.

She's familiar with most of the food, and she knows the approximate date. It doesn't connect to any holiay she remembers; alas, there are no holidays for things like her.

But, eventually, one of the beer bottles may levitate its way up and out of the bucket, and toward her.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is loading his plate with sausage and sauerkraut when a clinking noise in the bucket attracts his attention. When he glances over and sees a bottle rising up into the air, he stares in surprise, watching it where it goes. Apparently it does have a destination.

And its destination is the young woman who he'd seen a while ago, with her hands covered in blood.

He freezes. He recalls the strange, psychic ripple that touched his mind, and the mere memory of it makes him shudder internally.

But he looks at the woman with curiosity, wondering--why does she seem familiar?

Could it be...?



"Please help yourself to anything else that you would like, fraulein," he says without raising his voice much, but thinking it very clearly.

[abyssum_invocat]

Her hands are clean this time. And though she is still wearing unrelieved black--a loose sweater and a pair of denim trousers--it lacks the wet look of her last notable outfit. When he speaks to her, the bottle stills suddenly and her fingers curl around it securely.

"Thank you," she murmurs, though her lips don't move. "Why do you have so much food?"