war table: how many riftwatchers does it take to change a lightbulb?

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Ellis, Gwenaëlle Baudin, Jude Adjei, Richard Gecko
WHAT: The Gang visit some wet forest to see why a rift-detecting vane is on the fritz.
WHEN: Mid-Solace
WHERE: Planasene Forest
NOTES: tba

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[heorte]

Yes, out of immediate earshot.

Though Ellis is near-finished preparing the brace of rabbits he'd caught and clearly means to roast for dinner, so eventually he'll be drifting towards the fire to proceed with that. In the moment, he lifts his head to sweep around the clearing, mark everyone's place, then return to his work.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"You just keep getting colder."

Jude notices Ellis, stacking his feathers as he keeps up his conversation with Tony, but when he unloads the spits for the meat from one of the bags, he makes sure to take enough out for Ellis' rabbits, too.

Jude doesn't comment aloud on the revelation of Tony's daughter, but by the way his eyes move to his face, it's given him pause. It's not pity by any means but it contextualizes a few things. Jude is far from the only one with family worlds away.

"Wolf-walking culture?" he asks, skeptically, looking like he wants to laugh, but yeah, he's very much enjoying himself. "What else about your world should I know?"

[propulsion]

"Well," Tony says. "To my knowledge we don't have werewolves, or," his open hands gesturing to Jude, "shifters, but I wouldn't exactly be shocked if we did. We got about everything else. Some of it's from space."

He tracks Jude's glance on a delay, clocking Ellis. "Looks like we got Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail on the menu. Good catch," a little louder, then back to conversational volume. "We don't say it, but it's crucial to get someone who can wrangle something to eat on one of these things, unless you want extremely colonically brutal outcakes for a week. I guess that's not an issue for you.

"Do you have pizza? In your world, not here." He talks, just, so fast.

[heorte]

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail is an assortment of words taken in stride. No follow up question, only a small, brief smile flashed up at Tony before Ellis returns to the business of attaching his catch to their designated spits.

It's a reference. Tony will clarify if he needs to.

And Ellis perhaps knows better than to distract from the topic of pizza.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Jude's expression pinches at werewolf, but Tony corrects himself, and he favors him with a smile. He likes the way he teases, gently biting. It's exactly the kind of teasing he's used to.

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail get a snicker under his breath, and reaches for a knife from his pack, guts the bird- (sorry, gross) and wraps it with string.

"You bet we have pizza," he says with a grin that melts into a dreamy look. "Been a while since I've made one but I bet we can come up with the ingredients, back at the Gallows."

Jude glances at Ellis.

"Do y'all not know about pizza, here?"

[propulsion]

"They do not. Or like—"

Vague gesture.

"One of the cooks back home knows about some grilled flatbread thing, but it's just not—you know what I mean. Anyway, I built an oven, figured out a decent dough formula,"

and here is a little bit of rambling about what a process that was, like sure he could probably rig up a functional electrical grid if he had the funding, but who carries around a pizza dough recipe in their heads when they bamf into Oz,

"But I think we've nailed it. It's good, right?" to Ellis.

And to Jude, "I bet old timey forests are pretty much the same as modern ones. Maybe this isn't the biggest leap for you." He seems so chill, around the stage at which Tony was pretty well into his second nervous breakdown, give or take a week or two.

slides in on socks

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Tony isn't so far off the mark. Fortunately, Jude's good at compartmentalizing, and work is therapy, right? Right? So healthy of him and not avoidant at all.

"Wouldn't go that far," he says, forgetting and licking a bit of blood off his finger.

"One of our pack-owned assets is a modular home engineering firm. We have a small complex commissioned, takes advantage of the heated pools in the park for power and warmth. Some of us are fine with sleeping in fur, but the elders and pups need a warm, dry place to bed down in. Then there's the greenhouse, kitchen, dining, apothecary."

Jude shrugs. "Place for the big-screen TV and the popcorn machine. Y'know, movie nights."