JUNE OPEN LOG

[sailmods]

[but, hey: you shouldn't be left out of the camping fun just because you didn't think to sign up, or you only got here yesterday, or actually you only got here today and you have no idea what's going on! because the camp can come to YOU!

meaning, shortly after seeing the others off, Friday returns to the atrium and begins setting up a few items she's brought from... somewhere, one assumes? a pup tent. two sleeping bags. a tent stove. s'mores accoutrements. there's a fake potted plant that she decided looked enough like a tree. all pushed together in the middle of the atrium.

at her spot behind the desk, she looks visibly pleased with herself. she's doing her best.]

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[businessorlibation]

"Count me among those friends, if you'd like. I'm Johnny Summer." He lifts his smore as if in toast at Hythlodaeus, his smile warm. "I'm in room 102 with John Watson--most of the time, at least."

[ktizo]

"A pleasure, truly. I am Hythlodaeus, and I reside in room 139 with a fellow called Nostradamus. You are free of visit any time you wish, my new friend."

He grins, raises the smore in his hands in return, and then takes a bite of it. The mess is instant, crumbs falling onto his robes and chocolate and marshmallow getting on his face, but he seems delighted by the discovery of the dessert.

"Oh, goodness... this is exquisite."

[businessorlibation]

"It truly is. Messy, but I think that's almost part of the appeal, like the food itself is giving you permission to shed some of your dignity. Does that make sense? It's not for the sort of people who'd visit a champagne lounge, it's for those who don't mind getting a little sticky, getting chocolate on their hands."

Weird distinction, perhaps, but he has his reason for making it.

[ktizo]

"Hm. I think so, yes. I most certainly don't think you could eat this cleanly, but that would perhaps take away from the experience."

He chuckles, taking another bite. He certainly doesn't mind getting sticky. Not for something this good.

[businessorlibation]

"My world has all these ingredients as separate things, but I've never had the combination before. Apparently, this is a tradition for those who go camping and are cooking over an open fire. I can see why, too."

He chuckles. "I'm more accustomed to fine dining. I own a champagne lounge, back home, and do dinner there most nights."

[ktizo]

"Fine dining, hmm? Far less messy, by the sounds of it. There was no such thing as fine dining where I am from, alas. Eating is not something we had to do quite so often, you see, and when we did there was little fanfare."

He would quite like to experience this 'fine dining' now though. Why not, after all? If he must have his rest in the Underworld so rudely interrupted, he'd like to experience things he couldn't before.

[businessorlibation]

"Well, the dining hall here--not the buffet, but the formal dining room--is definitely in line with fine dining. And Mikabo, the sushi bar, is a unique experience. At least for me, fresh fish isn't common away from the coast, and I live in the inland."

Johnny grabs another marshmallow, skewers it.

[ktizo]

"Ah, Mikabo. I go there often! That is fine dining?" He discovered the sushi bar before it started flinging knives at people, and tends to pop in whenever he feels peckish to try something new.

"I do need to try more of the dishes here... there are so many places to choose from, though! Where is your favourite place to eat or drink here, so far?"