2020.10.30:A Hallowed Gathering/Text
Journey enters the yard, carrying two sealed plastic five gallon buckets, with some sort of long case slung over his back by a strap, looking around, and nodding as he surveys the area.
Bergin is walking around to stack cut firewood by the central fire pit while others and kin are manning the grills and food tables in preparation for the Gathering.
Dalibor is hurrying about doing various bits of last minute busy work - mostly at the direction of Mrs. Mary. One does NOT say no to Mrs. Mary. Not if you know what's good for you. And Dal's not even one of the 'Yards crew.
Journey heads over to the food prep tables, nodding to the kin, yeah, just a spot over there? Great, he sets down the buckets to one side and unslings the case from his back, unzipping it.
Bergin spies the Elder in between trips to haul the firewood and finally wanders over towards the food tables, and Journey, once he gets a chance. "Hey...uh...Journey," he tries not to tack in an honorific to the man's name but it feels somehow weird to refer to an elder by just their first name. "Thanks for coming."
Journey slides out a long rectangular metal object from the case, and unfolds metal stands from the sides of it, setting down the object, a grill. Rectangular grill, set down, a bag from the case provides black bricks of some sort of charcoal. Setting the bricks into the grill, he looks over to Bergin, "Oh, hi." He flicks his fingers, match between them, flaring to life as he lights the grill, "Brought skewers."
Coming up the path is that red headed trouble maker known as Erin. She is carring with her different containers of Halloween cookies with her. Some of them look like they were decorated by hand some are store bought. She looks around for somewhere to put the cookies down.
Dalibor is running errands for the powerful kin mastermind, Mrs. Mary (who "secretly" runs this whole area). Journey is setting up a grill and Bergin has paused in his own chores to speak with him.
Entering the junkyard a bit before the main event is an unknown individual. Still, they heard about the gethering, so should be fine? She's wearing skater shoes and beach shorts above tanned, slender legs. A Hawaiian shirt is unbuttoned over a white undershirt and a bikini top beneath it. Finally, a bizarre mask that looks like it is made from hay is worn over her face, hiding all but bright blue eyes, and her blonde hair. She pauses at the edge of the area and peers about, shfting her weight from one foot to the other. For a moment, Kitt takes it all in.
Arriving to a chorus of an American V-8 older than they are, Killigrew and Minna pull up in a boat of an ancient Buick that doesn't drive so much as sail. It squeaks and protests as they climb up and out, the Fury walking side by side with her Kin, relaxed, refreshed, and looking much better than when she blew into town. She's laughing about something, and seems to be trying to get Killigrew to do the same, practically *skipping*. Maybe she did a little drinking before they came. She's put on a knee-length black skirt, a fuzzy flannel that hangs loose around her, and a scarf so long it would drag on the ground if it wasn't wrapped around her neck like a mummy's winterwear.
There's no roar of motors as Jordan wanders up. The big man strides along, confidently and comfortably. He glances around the salvage yard, taking in the sights. A low whistle, the man grinning at the collection. As he nears the central gathering area, he gives a nod of greeting to those he recognizes - Journey and Erin.
Killigrew, by contrast, is wearing torn jeans, a long sleeved Grumpy Cat thermal shirt that says 'No.', and sneakers with black glitter on them. Over the shirt is a layered hoody and studded leather jacket. The kin's pastel blue fauxhawk ruffled up, like she fingercombed it and called it good enough. Zoe holds her hands out to explain a size and then laughs, shaking her head at the skipping Fury as they make their way to the gathering.
One of the Kinfolk of the scrapyard, one of the Boyz it seems, finishes piling firewood at the central fire pit at the center of all of the seats, and sets it to light as people begin arriving for the Gathering.
Erin spots Journey and begins to bounce her way over towards him giving him a hug "Hey Journey" she tells him peeking at what he is doing this is after she left the cookies somewhere hopefully they don't up and walk away.
Chip heads through the door, dressed like normal, except for the change to his flannel shirt, it's sleeves have been ripped off and one is acting like a much-too-tight bandage on his left bicep. He's all smiles and "Heya's" though as he sees people he knows. Journey moves around the burning grill, offered a chair by a Kin, he nods his thanks and sits down, opening the plastic five gallon buckets, he has, pulling out a paddlefan and opening the plastic bags inside, pulling out meat skewers, thick cut steak pieces, speared with bamboo, marinated in a dark sauce, set over the rectangular grill, laid out one after another, the fan passing over the grill controlling the heat, smoke full of spices and flavor starting to rise as the meat cooks and Journey moves the skewers. "Hi Erin." He says, looking over as people start arriving, "How's it going?" He asks, as he moves the buckets into position.
The newcomer begins to notice nobody else really has any masks or anything on for Halloween, and she reaches up to pull her mask off. This reveals her face. Behind her ear is tucked a very fat looking joint. She catches the interior of her straw mask on her finger and twirls it as she takes it all in. Seeing the fire starting, she tosses the hay mask onto it. As it quickly begins to crackle, her eyes light up a bit and she grins, watching it.
Erin smiles at Journey "Good, the girls and I made some cookies for the gathering. They went to do some trunk a treating with their aunti tonight. They were super excited" she sagely nodsnods "how are you, it smells really good"
Welcome
Bergin walks into the center of the yard and glances over to the grills cooking up all of the sides of beef for tonight's feast before raising his bottle to get people's attention. A few of the Boyz(tm) who are running the grills are still flapping their mouths until Mrs. Marry tosses a wrench at the ring-leader to quiet him down.
The young, bearded theurge smiles at the kinfolk's assistance and clears his throat with a faint smile. "I'm Jay Bergin, called Foe Hammer by the People but most people know me simply as Bergin or Berg. I wanted to welcome you good folks to this second of what I hope to be a regular event here. As you can see we have plenty of food and drink for ya tonight and you're welcome to take your fill." He takes a sip from his beer and smacks his lips with an audible 'Ah' in enjoyment.
Tabi parks her dusty Jeep (desperately needs a wash after her last off-road trek) and hurries into the yard, running uncharacteristically late..
Minna rolls her eyes at Zoe, but the smile is plain on her face. She holds her fingers comically wide apart like she's holding up some invisible yardstick, She takes a slow spin on her heel to look round at those gathered, then respectfully turns her eyes to Bergin for the whole time he's speaking. Once done, she waves in greeting at him, then wanders on over to the coolers to snatch up a beer. She'll have time to sober up before she drives. Probably.
Jordan watches as the fire is built, smiling a touch at the preparations from Journey. As Bergin introduces himself, he nods to the man - clearly the host for the evening. "Jordan Fisher, Russet Paw, Bon Bhat of the Qualmi." He says, by way of his introduction. His stomach rumbles at the aroma from the food Journey is working on.
