FEAST!

[the_last_free_mods]

With Qin's army pushed back, Thor called all of his guests to the palace, along with many of the other warriors of Midgard. Strange machines from forgotten pantheons that sought refuge, Valkyries in Thor's service, regular humans who took up arms and many others. Most of them looked upon the heroes from the bifrost in awe. Everyone was led by attendants to a huge, long room with polished stone floors, filled with rows of long tables of beautiful craftsmanship. Thor himself, a nine foot tall image of manly perfection in furs and leather, stood up from his seat at a table that was different from the other only in that it was big enough to make room for the god's large size, addressed the room.

"My guests! My friends! You have fought well this day and driven the enemy before you so much cattle! You have bent them to your will with martial skill and pure fury! You have made me proud and given me knew hope for the race of man!"

He raised a drinking horn high into the air, his voice thundering like, well, like a thunder god. "Tonight, eat, drink, and celebrate! Tonight we feast!"

With that, attendants and human servants brought in huge trays of food. The focus is on beer, bread, and meat, but there are plenty of other options for those so inclined. They only serve soft drinks to children (Anyone under 16), but by the standards of this place beer and mead are soft drinks. All around the room, musicians, dancers, and acrobats provided entertainment.

It was a hell of a party.

[A less frantic chance for people to meet face to face. The remainder of the action log shall continue to be backtagged for as long as necessary, but ICly the battle is done.]

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[the_last_free_mods]

Thor himself was putting away an inhuman amount of food and drink. It's the least busy he's been in ages. If ever there was a chance to speak to your host, this is it.

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

Terry makes his way over to the head honcho. This guy's a God, huh? He supposes he feels the "god" element, but he doesn't seem THAT much above him. Still, being a God, Terry expects a certain level of respect needs to go into relations even at a party.

"Thanks for the pep talk back there. Really put some energy into the fight. I'm kinda curious, though, how'd things get this bad around here? And what do you need guys like us for? Not that I think it's a bad idea, just kinda curious. I mean, you guys gotta have some fighters here, right?" He leans against the wall, sipping at his own beer.

[phobophage]

"When're we going to have the strategy meetings?"

Completely ignoring the food and drinks, Deimonea had shown up only for a chance to speak to Thor. She was more interested in getting straight to the point so she could start working up plans on dealing with this and finishing the war so she could go back home.

[the_last_free_mods]

The less seen of the two gods of Midgard, Hephaestus, was in a gloomy corner of the room rather than in the center of attention that Thor preferred. He was eating with one hand while looking over a book that seemed to be similar to the book PDAs given to everyone here, only far larger and more complex. An elaborate hologram of some sort of half assembled device floated in the air over it, which he periodically poked at and spun around.

[promised_victory]

Saber recognized him, though. They had briefly spoken when she'd been taken out of the healing chamber and he'd given her a rundown of what was going on once she wasn't delirious from blood loss. She'd thanked him for his help then, but there was another thing she needed to thank him for:

"I found my armor in fine condition when I inspected it. You have my thanks for repairing it for me."

[puppy_lancer]

"Woah, pretty neat."

Lancer peers at the hologram.

"What is it?"

[departed_child_of_gods]

Tojiko may be a ghost, but she is a ghost from GENSOKYO now, and in true Gensokyo fashion is already three sheets to the wind. If she's supposed to be holding grudges, she's not holding them nearly as well as her liquor, as she's telling bawdy stories of the old days to pretty much anybody in earshot.

Hey, if the celebrations are all like this, it can't be TOO bad around here.

[chump_samurai]

Tojiko wasn't the only one looking a bit tipsy. Shinsuke isn't sure how much booze he's had, but judging by how he can't quite tell where his arms and legs end, it's probably a lot. "So you're like...some kinda ghost, right? All haunting people and shit?"

[returnmyrice]

Eat? Gohan could do that. Which is why he could be found in the middle of the table, with a rather alarmingly-sized pile of food in front of him, chowing down.

[hegemonstratos]

Einhard blinked, looking over at Gohan and the rather large amount of food in front of him. "How can you possibly eat so much?"

[championofthesun]

Even in a celebration like this, Gawain did not drop his air of knightliness. He was very clearly enjoying both the food on his plate and the wine sitting in his glass, but he was also moderating himself.

[puppy_lancer]

"Yo."

Lancer pops up behind Gawain, holding a plate stacked high with food.

"Gilgamesh is here, you know."

[prototype_king]

"Ha! There you are!"

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, approaches Gawain with an air of familiarity. Let's be fair, he does that to everyone, and he has picked up a goblet of wine from somewhere.

"So Lancer tells me you've lost your memory, Holy Sword Wielder. My condolences."

[windfang]

While Yasha should've felt honored to share a drink with none other than the God of Thunder himself, the Demigod couldn't force himself to enjoy the celebration. His thoughts lingered elsewhere right now. He wasn't too concerned about the Qin as he was earlier. However, he was concerned about the affairs taking place within Shinkoku, his native home. Taking up station by a nearby pillar, Yasha watched with a dull gaze as the others enjoyed the spoils of their victory. He occasionally took a sip of wine but did nothing else to join in with this evening's fun.

[super_woolf]

Woolf, a bit tipsy but still sober enough that he could think straight, peered at Yasha being a wallflower. He waved the demigod towards his table, which was crowded with happy, laughing people. "Hey, quit sitting on the sidelines and get in here! Nothing's going on over there!"

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

"Not joining in the fun? Gotta be kinda lonely back here by yourself."

Terry has never been the staggeringly drunk type, but he likes a beer with the rest of them. Not that there's much of a choice in the matter around here, of course, but hey. Either way, he sees a guy by himself, he's gonna damn well socialize.

"So that guy back there was a God or something, huh? Not too familiar with dealing with those. Got any tips?" he asks. Street smarts sometimes involves familiarizing yourself with new streets.

[hegemonstratos]

Einhard sighed, sitting by herself as she looked around at the busy celebration. She never did well in events like this, but considering everything, it was probably a good idea to be here.

At the very least, it was free food, and she might be able to talk to some of the others who had been brought here. If they were fighting a war together, knowing her allies was definitely a good first step.

Einhard moved to take a sip of her drink... and very nearly spit it out all over the table as the mixed unfamiliar and familiar taste of alcohol hit her tongue. While she had never drank it herself, her ancestor did, and as such she knew what beer tasted like.

Just the same, she wouldn't have expected to be served it. She was going to have to find another drink, though if they were giving a twelve year old beer, that didn't speak all that well of her chances of finding a non-alcoholic beverage.

[second_destiny]

As chance would have it, Asem was sitting nearby, enjoying a meal consisting of a half rack of baby-back ribs, a baked sweet potato, and assorted greens. He also had a glass of mead sitting next to him -- to be fair, he is nineteen.

Despite being in the middle of his meal, Asem was able to notice Einhard's body language as she took a sip of her drink. "Hey, are you OK?"

[prototype_king]

At some point, Gilgamesh notices and approaches the diminutive green-haired girl he met over that fancy technological book.

"Hey, you're that girl I was speaking to," Gilgamesh says, having forgotten whether he'd even asked her name. "Enjoying this guy's party?"

[super_woolf]

Woolf, judging by the slowly growing pile of bones on his plate, was enjoying himself. Or at the very least he had been hungry. He also had a small crowd of awestruck warriors and serving girls listening to him as he talks about the battle and his role in it.

"And that's when I saw this guy in the red mobile suit. I don't want to say he was stupid, but he pretty clearly was focusing on the big picture and was charging right into a trap. Well obviously I couldn't just let him die, right? So charged right in after him."

"Right into the trap?"

"Ah, see, that's just what I wanted them to think. It was all part of the grand plan!"

And so on and so on and so on.

[second_destiny]

Asem walked by the crowd, carrying his own plate of food. He saw Woolf at the center of it, and hearing bits and pieces of a story, decided to keep going. As much as he wanted to talk to his former commander, he figured he'd let the man bask in some glory for now.

[just_some_meddler]

As she had missed the big battle, Ciel wasn't getting a lot of attention. That suited her fine, honestly. She made smalltalk with the people around her and ate a reasonable amount of food, shaking her head at the people stuffing themselves like there was no tomorrow.

Unfortunately for them, there WAS a tomorrow. They'd be regretting tonight when it came.

[hero_of_smiles]

[Cross is staring at the cornucopia of food, mouth drooling as he begins shoveling helpings of everything on to his place. Sure it was a victory feast of some form but they still had a while to go before they won. But food is stopping that from really coming to mind.

Currently he's stuffing his face, also he's drinking mead...yeah this might turn out hilarious.]

[promised_victory]

Did someone say food?

While Saber had been busy healing during the course of the battle instead of participating, she could not turn down the chance at a proper meal.

So. There is a tiny wisp of a girl (or what looks like one) with a huuuuuge pile of food in front of her, clearly enjoying herself. She'd honestly thought she'd never get to eat a meal this grand ever again, after all.

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer gives a little whistle when he sees how much food the girl is carrying. He himself is going for seconds, but even then, he can't compete with the sheer amount of food she is carrying.]

If what that Ayaka lass says is true, you sure eat like Saber.

[mini_meatbun]

And then there's the other big eater. Who isn't bothering with a plate. He's just standing in front of a pile of cakes and eating them one by one.

At least he remembers his table manners enough not to just shovel it all in his mouth and eats them one by one?

[hero_of_smiles]

Hey Goku, Cross is going to reach for the same cake you're going for. Feel free to do what you do.

[prototype_king]

Gilgamesh enters the room quietly, oddly enough, taking stock of people around. He doesn't need to eat, and he's not about to gloat about accomplishments to people who have a legitimate excuse not to have heard of his legend - at least not a whole room of them, and not before getting a chance for real battle here.

Instead, he waits in the wings, not bothering with eating as he still doesn't have to. Although...the extra mana couldn't hurt. He'll drink, anyway.