OOC Info

This a board/vapored event. Feel free to post, mention it in your RP, etc. and generally have fun with it!

The setting information and layouts for the Observatory are at these links Ground floor https://prlunicorn.deviantart.com/art/RDI-Observatory-Final-1-Ground-Floor-377814189

Basement https://prlunicorn.deviantart.com/art/RDI-Observatory-Final-1-Basement-377813690

Second Floor https://prlunicorn.deviantart.com/art/RDI-Observatory-Final-1-Second-Floor-377814660

Exterior views https://prlunicorn.deviantart.com/art/RDI-Observatory-Final-1-Exterior-377812196

The entertainment is open mic, so, it's a free for all.

Partial menu to be announced.

Icon idea - solved - Thanks to Sard.

If you have questions, please send them to me via PM!

Happy Thanksgiving to those celebrating! ————————————————————————— —————————————————-

Menu

Appetizers Selection of cold cuts, fresh fruit, crudit's, cheeses, and nuts. Bruschetta Classic Deviled Eggs

Specialty Sauces and Dips Garlic and herb dipping sauce Herbed Cheese Spread

Bread Freshly baked dinner rolls and slice sandwich breads.

Soup Tomato-Basil Soup French Onion Soup Butternut Squash and Sage Soup with Sage Breadcrumbs

Salad Caesar Salad Waldorf Salad

Main Courses Brick Oven Wood Fired Pizza with choices of meat and vegetable toppings. Pork Roast with Sweet Onion-Pumpkin Seed Relish Pan Fried Trout Vegetarian Vegetable Stew Ham and Roasted Turkey - sliced on site.

Sides Honeyed Sweet Potatoes Carrots with Ginger and Honey Au Gratin Potato Casserole Variety of steamed vegetables.

Desserts Variety of fresh fruit, yogurt, sorbet, sherbet, smoothies, and ice cream

Brownies ala Colleen

From Ariana at Divine Delights Bakery: Harvest themed cakes, cookies, and cupcakes including those shaped like turkeys, pumpkins, and cornucopias.

A variety of pot luck items such as apple and pumpkin pies from Garden Home Orchards will be brought in throughout the four day event.

It escaped Madame Resa as to why so many conferences and meetings were scheduled to be held in Rhydin, but, as the city did feature universe class hotels and restaurants, as well as shockingly lenient extradition and ambassadorial policies; she supposed that there were persons among her peers whom would find those things to be engaging.

Though there were dragons, RhyDin was not a place designed for beings as herself. However, Madame was forced to be honest and recall that her own home was not exactly designed for dragons. At least, not dragons of her stature, which was quite small for the giants whom ruled their skies.

The elegant red perused the activity calender which had been gathered by the embassy, frowning faintly. It did seem that true civilization and culture was creeping inevitably upon RhyDin. A theater, a ballet, and " A day of Thanks.

Madame's head tilted to the side, blue eyes thoughtful. Recalling home. They, too, had a civil day of thanks. She wondered if the circumstances were the same.

In any case, it would be a delightful method of observing the population and a pleasant diversion. Madame ordered an escort, a pleasant enough human woman named Gladys, and sallied forth to the city proper on foot.

"Small humans tend to grow quickly, do they not?" Madame queried of Gladys.

"Just as quickly as young dragons, and about as voracious," was the humorous response. Madame nodded sagely. She stopped rather abruptly before a shoe store.

"I see. Go in and purchase their stock of shoes. Have them sent to the charity with Two River's compliments."

Gladys blinked a few times, but with a shrug, turned to the shop and stepped inside. Madame watched, elegant and distanced, rattling her folded wings before settling to sit upon the sidewalk. As Gladys explained matters to the rather stunned manager, the dragon smiled faintly to herself.

It had been long, long decades since Madame Resa had been merely 'that flying red menace', swooping randomly down from her mother's isolated island to torment the humans living on the mainland. Long since she had been recovered by her father and step mother, civilized, sent to college and received degrees and honors for her intelligence and abilities. So many years, and yet, she still enjoyed flustering humans. It was lovely that she could disguise that remainder of her youthful misdeeds as charitable endeavors.

Moments later, the dragon queen was distracted from that, and to her surprise, found that she was under attack. A few small humans pegged rocks at her from an alleyway. Shaking herself, Madame drew herself up, serpentine neck arching, wings unfurling, and she marched directly for the source of her torment.

A pair of young pre-teens stared stupidly at the red dragon, rocks in hand. Madame's tail lashed side to side. She cambered her head lower to sniff at the pair, and immediately regretted that. They were none too clean.

"Why," she demanded, frosty, "Are you throwing rocks at me?"

There was no answer forthcoming. Just two sets of huge brown eyes and half opened mouths. Irritation was evident in the steam hissing from Madame's jaws. That caused the pair to yelp and cling to each other.

"Very well. Come along," she informed them briskly, "Do not tempt me to exhale fire. It is terrifically uncomfortable for you human sorts."

Gulping, the duo shuffled out of the alley, and walked nearly backwards, watching Madame's every move as she walked behind them, herding them along with a stern gaze and slight movements of her head.

"...Madame?" Gladys inquired as she regarded the ambassador's catch.

"Ugh. You are correct. They are filthy and poorly dressed. Have them seen to," Madame agreed as if she was answering the woman, abruptly sitting once more and indicating a consignment clothing shop. Gladys glanced to it, then simply gestured to the children. Mystified, they scurried for what shelter Gladys offered from the dragon, and into the shop.

A generous exchange of funds later, and the children returned to the dragon, freshly showered, hair brushed, wearing clean and serviceable winter gear.

"Girls dressed as boys, they have a home, their mother works two jobs, there's three more younger than them, two older. They are Robin and Lark," Gladys reported.

"I see," Madame noted after a keen inspection of both girls. They squirmed under the dragon's gaze. Madame finally turned back to Gladys, arching eye ridges.

"Take them to their home, gather them all up, and bring them along. The mother as well."

"That's dreadfully high handed, Madame," Gladys pointed out. Madame smiled, dulcet.

"Why thank you, dear, I was afraid no one would notice."

"...What are you going to do with us?" Robin whimpered.

"Mama Flinn didn't do nothing, we did, not her or the other kids!" Lark flared out, clinging to her sister despite her fear of the dragon, "Leave them alone! It was us!"

Madame spent a moment enjoying the memories of flying low over rooftops, blazing fire and hell over furious soldiers. But it was that sort of misspent youth which likely caused the kids to fear a random dragon on the streets in the first place. She chided herself for her unseemly thoughts.

"We are attending the Governor's Day of Thanks, Miss Lark. You and your family will be given new clothing and receive food and other assistance," Madame explained. The girls slowly exchanged stares of astonishment.

Madame was perversely pleased to have taught them that their bad behavior had a reward.

Catie and Maggie Harker, just a bit shy of their teenage years, were very busy young ladies. They spent their holiday break between the Shanachie Theater and helping out with the Day of Thanks. Maggie was up to her elbows in dishwater when her brother came in with the next stack to be cleaned.

"How's Catie doing with the gift bundles and food baskets?" Maggie said as she tugged the latex gloves higher up her arms.

"She's got help and a distraction. Uncle Rick is out there playing his guitar and Aunt Chelle's helping with the clothes bundles. One of the knitting guilds just brought in a crate of wool stuff! The kids from school made quilts." Rick look pleased with himself. "I learned to sew the parts together. The layers are another ballgame."

"I made some squares out of our old blankets. Gran said they'd make good baby quilts." Maggie washed and rinsed half the stack of dishes as they chatted. "Mama took some of the kids up to the art room to make their own blankets."

"There are a lot of people coming in. I have to get back to bussing tables." Rick gave his older sister a warm smile. "Doing this stuff makes me glad we have what we have."

"Me, too," Maggie said quietly as she started on the pots and pans.

Meanwhile, Pearl and Velen had gone over to Stardreamer Manor to take part in the festivities there.