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Post By Visionary Mon Jul 17, 2006 at 10:54:02 pm EDT |
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The Lair Legion Barbeque Round Robin, part two: Behold the Potato Salad! | |
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“Wow… what’s that smell?” Hatman asked eagerly as he strode across the Mansion grounds to join mild mannered waitress Sarah Shepherdson, who was helping Mr. Papadopopolis unload the back of the Bean and Donut catering truck. “Is either lamb or goat…” a heavy Greek accent called out from the truck’s interior. “I have both, for not knowing which is favorite of American barbeque.” “Um… Either would be fine.” Jay replied. He eyed the many items Sarah was unloading and laying out on the folding tables spreading out across the yard. “That’s… an awful lot of food” he observed. “Have you seen Dream’s guest list?” Sarah asked. She nodded back to the catering truck. “This is just our first trip.” The Legionnaire tried to imagine how many truckloads of Moussaka they had incoming. “Really? That many people?” “Amber took on look at the security list and took some personal time she had coming. And one of the kegs.” The waitress unloaded a huge tub of some kind of potato salad. “Well, we’re not complaining. It’s a big order for us, and with the way business has been, what with the war and all, it really helps…” She looked past the Legionnaire and her eyes widened suddenly. “Oh!” “What?” Hatman spun around, scanning the horizon for incoming Avawarriors. “The lighthouse” Sarah pointed. “It’s back.” Jay looked. Sure enough, the Willingham lighthouse was again on the east shore of Parody Island, green beacon flashing as it revolved even in the bright sun. “I’m not sure how exactly that works. The Shoggoth offered to draw up a chart to show when it would be there and when it would be elsewhere. The office inkjet only managed to print the first thirty pages of the calculations table before it folded in and swallowed itself though.” He looked to the waitress encouragingly. “Maybe we can take it as a sign that the danger has passed for now.” Sarah nodded. “Maybe I should water Vizh’s plants for him while I have the chance” she noted sadly. “Or at least make sure the ones that the Necromancer General planted along the front porch haven’t tried to eat the paperboy again.” Hatman nodded. “I know how you feel. Between Vizh, and the Juniors, and Lee… Well, I wish the guest list for this thing was longer yet.” Sarah shook off the mood creeping up on them. “They can take care of themselves just fine… and they’d want nothing more than for us to enjoy this day. Heck, I hear that Ham Boy is working overtime to throw a barbeque with spiffy staff in Badripoor. And Vizh and the gang are probably having a grand, romantic adventure, eating out under the stars each night…” Visionary knelt in the mud, furiously rubbing two sticks together. “No more porridge, no more porridge…” he repeated endlessly as a mantra. He wasn’t making much headway, but after a few days of rain, mud, fleas, badgers and other assorted camping nightmares, he was bound and determined to have a hot meal for once… And meat. Glorious, glorious meat. “Er… what are you doing?” Flapjack asked hesitantly, returning to the campsite with an armload of firewood. “I’m trying to start the cooking fire” the man in the furry loincloth grumbled. “And mostly just proving that, even though those rumors about him were proven untrue, my childhood scout leader was still an evil man with a sick sense of humor.” He tossed the sticks down in disgust. “Maybe I can get a spark by scraping Fleabot across a rock…” The butler leered. “You need to start thinking like a local. In faerie, you don’t go around rubbing sticks… Not unless yer trying to get a dryad hot.” He dumped the firewood into the pile. “Where’s the salamander?” Visionary blinked. “The what?” “The fire salamander…” Flapjack replied. “Give the magical little bugger some dry wood and a tweak on the tail and he’ll burst into flames readily enough… instant campfire.” He eyed the Legionnaire carefully. “I told you it’d be just the thing for making dinner when we pulled it out of that hollow log. Where is it?” “Um… well, you did say “put it on the fire”…” Visionary noted. “Yeah… so?” “Ugh” Hallie shuddered as she came out of her tent into the campsite. “Well that was pretty unpleasant. Still…” she held up a lizard on a skewer triumphantly. “Who’s ready to barbeque?” I've done my part... who's next? |
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