Gonna Get All Up In Your Grill

[David Bowie]

Huge gatherings were typically his cup of tea, he was very happy in his solitude, but he didn't want to become completely disconnected from those in the Weyrd. Thus, David and his dragons descended from their mountain hermit home, finding a trail into town to purchase some supplies and set up what would hopefully be an appealing way to stay in good stead with their neighbors.

A few stops at the shops and the grocers later, and the three of them were getting set up in a large park under a canvas pavilion. Charging Brinleth and Poth with keeping the fires going, David headed over to pass the message to George to sound the drums.

Barbecue. All welcome.

As he returned to the pavilion, the sight and smell of smoke and charcoal filled the air, teasing him with tantalizing whiffs of smoking meats, roasted vegetables, even pineapple on the grill. If it could even remotely be considered barbecue, it was probably there. David was kind of hoping maybe some other people would bring their own dishes, and it could turn into a potluck thing, but he didn't want to put that on anybody and left it out of the announcement. Not a bad idea though, in the future. He'd keep it in mind. He liked cooking.

Setting out paper plates and plastic servingware everywhere, he hummed to his self and waited for people (or shinies) (any sentient entities really) to start showing up.

[David Bowie]

-- Bring whoever you want!
-- No posting restrictions! Socialize away!
-- If you want to make up something about the pavilion go for it!

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0/9 Powlets
F Onagadori
M Araucana
F Frizzle
M Brahmas
F Brahmas
M Thuringian
F Crested
M Bantam
F Bantam

The Beer Can Onagadori

This fat hen has rather handsome plumage nevertheless. A red hood marks her face, giving way to a body of deep blue, ending in a ridiculously long tail that fades from navy to cornflower blue.

The Nashville Hot Araucana

A lean rooster, he's the colour of buffalo sauce, an eye-searing orange that's appropriate for his ranks zingy eggs despite not laying them himself. His tufts are a brighter cautionary yellow. 

The General Tso's Frizzle

Small and fluffy in body, the curly feathers on this hen are various shades of green, looking like a topiary shrub walking around more than an actual flesh-and-blood animal. 

The Coq Au Vin Brahmas

A stronk birb, reaching the top of Brahmas' size range, this rooster looks like he had a bottle of merlot poured over him, dripping down in fading streaks over his feathered feet. 

The Sweet'n'Sour Brahmas

Pale orangey and almost pinkish hues are swirled over her in fanciful whimsy, looking deceptively like a scoop of marbled sherbet despite her eggs being intensely vinegary. 

The Lemon Pepper Thuringian

Skinny and thin, he has a white beard fading into a lemon-yellow body, speckled all over with little black spots that are sprinkled more heavily over his back than his underside. 

The Waffles Crested

This hen is small and round. Save for the crest of buttery yellow above her eyes, she looks like a plump little blueberry, although her eggs taste like maple. 

The Cordon Bleu Bantam

A dapper little man that looks like he's dressed in a black suit and tie. His tail fans out in a stark alternation of black and white feathers. 

The Dumpling Bantam

The softest and littlest Bantam hen that ever there was. She looks like a pastel rainbow fell over her through a window pane. 

[Cyprena Sevenius]

Never been barbecue before! Echo bound up right besides Ren, grown now into a narrow, elegant body, the contrast of her skull and her fur extremely pronounced during the day. It had been quiet as of late, and despite everything in her hating that she felt this way, Ren knew that she felt it. She was kind of bored. So when the drums sounded and Echo insisted on going to this “barbecue” even though she hadn’t the foggiest idea what it was, Ren collected the Ashen and woke her sleepy brother and headed over to the festivities.

Kepler loped besides them faithfully, though he seemed to either not be capable of walking in a straight line or he kept bumping into Ren on purpose. And with his sheer density, he nearly bowled her over several times in their journey to David’s house. Zae had insisted that Ren bring some gifts, so she brought a nicely brewed jar of kombucha (passion fruit flavored, Ren had no idea where it came from or what kombucha even was), and an unlabeled plastic bottle of moonshine that absolutely burned your nostrils (that Zae was unsure actually made a good party gift).

She was surprised to know that she had turned up first, but she did walk up towards David with the two bottles in either arm, looking around for the drink table. She nodded at him, the last time she had seen him (at least, that last she remembered in this extended break) was not the most pleasant experience, but that had nothing to do with David himself. Ren just hated to be vulnerable.

“Hey.” She called out, more a statement than a greeting, because apparently Ren had forgotten how to properly socialize. Needing help? Echo’s tail wagged, though it was unlikely she could actually be helpful, and Kepler was already looking around for a warm patch of sun to nap in and yawned. He’d probably end up right where the action would be.

[David Bowie]

While he didn't recognize the voice right away, when he looked up he immediately remembered Ren and when they had last... encountered each other.

Fortunately, she didn't bring it up. He was very happy to also not bring it up. David nodded in solid, silent greeting. Echo was given a less grim smile. Dog. D O G. It was an innate human instinct, David was pretty sure.

A hand rubbed at the back of David's neck as he considered Echo's offer. "Only if you know how to get folks here faster," he half-laughed.

An amused Brinleth was scooching closer to Kepler. She wasn't a patch of sun, but surely she had some kind of cozy body heat to offer? Or. Or snuggles. If snuggles were desired.

A powlet hopped up on one of the tables, blinking cluelessly at the grills. Cluck?