OM NOM NOM (or: The Hadriel Community Kitchen Initiative)

[utulien_aure]

Who: OPEN
What: With the gods out of commission, Hadriel attempts to feed itself
Where: A makeshift firepit, set up on the southwest bank of the river
When: Roughly December 13-26, after Fingon's Network post
Warnings: The threat of starvation, dubious food, possibly slight fire burns.



The Null may begone, but the damage they inflicted remains: to the city's infrastructure, to it's citizens, to the gods themselves. With Sorrow dead and Hope out of commission, one problem in particular is critical: Hadriel's food supply is dwindling, and many lack the skills to catch and cook their own meals.

That's where the fire pit comes in: a great hole dug into the earth for a cooking fire, topped by a metal grate. Use of the pit is open to all in the city: anyone who hunts or gathers food can bring it here to be prepared, and anyone who shows up hungry will be fed.

The pit also serves as a place to find interested hunting partners; in an unfamiliar and extremely harsh environment, it's best not to wander off on your own for too long. Anyone interested in hunting can take a look at a slate set up near the pit: on it is a list of volunteers looking for an expedition to join.


[OOC: This is an open log, so feel free to top-level to your heart's content.]

Comments

[bythewaves]

"Nelyo promised he'd try to find me. Elrond, too. We will be parted again, but we always were. I can hope, perhaps, it won't be too long."

[hot_mes]

"Ah." Rather than ask outright if any of them are dead, Law works out that information through other questions. He thinks he's got the full picture, though he probably doesn't. "I suppose, if you live that long...everybody's somewhere."

[bythewaves]

"Mm. And ... well. Part of us being bound to the world means our dead can return, eventually. So... perhaps one day, if they heal enough, I will see even those of my kinsmen again."

[hot_mes]

"Makes sense." Law goes quiet after that, focusing on the fish, lifting the makeshift skewers to keep the tender flesh from getting stuck to the grill and occasionally flipping them. He's lost in his thoughts, eyes shadowed by his hat. What could he say to that?

[bythewaves]

Maglor's eyes are far away, sad and lonely, but when the fire pops he startles a little, drawn back to the present.

"What of yourself?" He asks, reaching over to help.

[hot_mes]

His head comes up quickly. "Hm? What about me?" What were they talking about, again? Oh right. "There's no one here that I know. As far as I can tell, there never has been."

He's wrong about that, but only slightly. No one here in five months has ever mentioned meeting another pirate, let alone anyone by name. Law decides that's the question to answer, rather than reveal anything about why he was asking after the dead.

[bythewaves]

"That is a grief." Maglor says sympathetically. "Although a blessing too I suppose, in some ways. It sounds as if you have made good friends at the least!"

[hot_mes]

The huff under his breath isn't even remotely close to a laugh, though it sounds like it wanted to be. It tried. "Grief? No. I've spent months away from my crew before, they'll survive and so will I."

He doesn't even touch the latter remark. Friends? We'll see.

[bythewaves]

"But it does not mean it does not hurt." Maglor points out mildly, although he won't push more than that.

"Although with all the strangeness of time going on, one must wonder if any notice that we are missing when - and if - we return, and if we will even recall this place at all."

[hot_mes]

"It doesn't," Law volunteers, idly moving the fish around some more. Like a good grillmaster. Whatever others might think, he's honest about it. He doesn't actually feel those feelings.

"...I've heard some, here and there. Not sure exactly who. But it sounds like that's not an issue at all. It's the only reason I haven't been urgently trying to force the Door issue with any of the gods."

[bythewaves]

Maglor hums.

"Where for my kinsfolk, there is no real reason to return... what have we to return to, after all, but grief and tears unnumbered?"

He looks across the firepit to where Maedhros and Fingon can be spotted in the distance, and then says lowly, almost to himself.

"And yet, and yet, might there not be hope for us after all?"

[hot_mes]

He follows Maglor's gaze toward Fingon and nods slowly. "I can't answer that," he notes. "That's for you and yours to discover, I guess."

He flips the fish one more time and then picks one up, silently judging it before taking a bit. "Mm. Lunch is ready."

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles a little, drawn back into the present and nods.

"Time will tell, one way, or another." He looks over and nods.

"Aye, it looks so. I will ring the bell to let folk know there is a fresh supply of food. What will you do now?"

[hot_mes]

Besides stuff his face with fish? "Depends on how long we have until the second sun rises," he shrugs. "At that point, it's a good time for a nap."

A nod, and then a brief, "Thanks for the help," before he dives right into that grilled fish in his hand.

[bythewaves]

Maglor looks up at the sky thoughtfully.

"You have a couple of hours, I think, before it comes up. My weather sense is somewhat thrown, but I think I have the rotation more or less right by now."

He shoots him a smile and rings the bell before coming back to help himself.

"You are welcome."