Summer Camp '22 Big Annual BBQ

EN #664d00, GR, RU #A57865 ────────────────────── INTERACTS. Reducio @Clair Fernandez as River Fayre

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01/08/2022 In casual wear [x] ────────────────────── MENTIONS. N/A

The moment spiced lamb and roasted vegetables consumed his tastebuds, he knew he’d find himself scrambling for seconds. There was rarely a point in Lysander's life where he was not bordering gluttony; a young man as active as himself needed all the fuel he could get. After an eventful morning of travel and setting up camp with his Hexwizard team, he politely excused himself afterwards to join other friends. If he could locate them among the crowd, that was. If not, food brought people together, so Lysander was confident that sooner or later a familiar face or two would show itself.

Sandwiching his now second serving of pita bread and meaty contents between strong hands, Lysander plopped down onto the nearest bench, chowing down in a way that the tzatziki would not spill over the wrapping and onto his clothes. Sweet, sweet satiety, until the same table emitted a sudden slam, drawing him away from his dish. Then came the sound of undeniable venting. Raising a brow, he turned towards the culprit, a foreign girl he could only assume, sitting on the farthest edge of the bench away from him. He could not understand her language, but she was obviously upset. No amount of French smooth-talking could mask that. “…Bad day, huh?” Lysander asked, attempting to start conversation. Who knew if she could even speak English back, but it was worth a shot—his meal was dwindling by the second and he still intended to socialise.

Open to interactions.

Soon enough, a familiar voice came from behind the newspaper he was reading which forced him to stop what he was doing. Percival looked up to see Santario and immediately folded up the paper to give her his undivided attention "San" he said with a small smile, his right hand placing the newspaper beside him "Have you had a growth spurt? you look so much taller than before" he asked curiously, his eyes only resting on her eyes and nothing else.

"My month was good, thank you. It was even better when I was talking to you" Gray smiled again and picked up a chip to eat "Me and my family visited Nan and Grandad in Ireland. We stayed there for a week and also got to meet some of the extended family" he explained, considering it had been a few months since he had seen that side of the family "Conas a bhí do laethanta saoire? an ndeachaigh tú go hÉirinn freisin?" How was your holiday? did you also go to Ireland?

Gray grabbed his food and slowly got up to sit next to Santario, his face moving forward to give her a quick peck on the cheek just when he had settled down on the bench beside her "You don't know how much I missed you, San. Next holiday, we most definitely stick together"

Interacting with: @EmmaLee LeDames
Mentioning: @Anastasia Varney as Astrid Olsen, @Emma Wynn as Louca Dufort
Word Count: 350

Bubba sat there enjoying his Pollo Asado, it was really quite good. He was just glad he'd lucked out and got Pollo Asado and not escargot or something along those lines. He could work for Pollo Asado. He had a couple of bites and took a couple of sips from his iced coffee. He felt the octane hit his system right away. His father was worried that he'd already started drinking coffee at 12 but what he didn't know didn't hurt him. It had been a long day between the ferry and the drive. After a few moments, Reena broke the silence, checking to see if she was who he thought she was. Or it could've been a joke, he didn't know her well enough to tell. He looked down at his chest, "Well I lost my name tag but I think so."

He hoped he hadn't intruded by sitting down with them but at the same time, it was a bench, not a table, he figured he was fine.

"As for the Pollo Asado," he said as he took another sip of his iced coffee, "I got up there, and the choices just overwhelmed me and Pollo Asado was the first thing that popped out of my mouth." He took another bite of the Pollo Asado and swallowed hastily before adding, "It's quite good." He didn't want to come off as accidentally disparaging it, he was a bit awkward in that way. "To be honest I was going to get a turkey club but this is much better."

Now that he heard the other girl speak he placed her accent somewhere in the Scandanavian region but beyond that he had no idea. She could tell them if she wanted to. He was entertained by her asking about his name, he supposed if Bubba was a weird name to anyone not from Louisana it'd certainly be a weird name to someone from Scandanavia. He was used to the general double takes when he mentioned his name. "Yes," he said after finishing another fork full of rice, "It's creole for great and inspirational leader." He couldn't even keep a straight face, what a ridiculous notion. "If you asked anyone not from Louisiana they'd probably say it means 'man that wrestles alligator'."

As he finished explaining his name he saw Greta slow her chewing and at first thought that she was savoring her food, a moment later he knew once that the Pollo Asado was too much for her. It had literally brought a tear to her eyes. Her face went from normal to bright red in about a second. He heard a sound that he was pretty sure was an attempt at the word "spicy", followed by her hasty departure with her hand over her mouth. She was clearly not having a wonderful time.

As he watched her off in the distance downing what looked like a couple of gallons of milk, he took another bite of his own Pollo Asado. It really wasn't that hot. He shook his head as he swallowed, "Some people just can't take the heat," he said after he'd finished.

@Reena Delgado @Evelynn Decipio

pretend this says second year until i get a new banner

Roleplaying as iNPC Vivienne Beaumont
French | English | Spanish

Open to Interactions! Interacting with: River Fayre (@Clair Fernandez) Lysander Stavrou (@Phaedra Stavrou) Mentioning:

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Date: 1st August 2022 Outfit: x

Summer camp! Oh, how fun this was going to be. After a busy morning arriving to the stadium and settling into her tent, all Vivienne wanted to do now was obviously eat some delicious food at the BBQ and meet some new people! She just knew summer camp was going to be fun. The ability to make new friends from all over the world while participating in a variety of fun activities that were set up for them, not to mention the broom race later in the month that she would be participating in excited Vivienne beyond belief. This month was going to be extremely fun, Vivienne was sure of it.

When she arrived at the BBQ area, her stomach rumbled immediately as the fresh aroma of delicious food enveloped her senses. She needed a delicious plate of food and a refreshing drink ASAP. She headed over to line up at one of the tables, grabbing a paper plate and some plastic utensils. What should she eat? There was just too much to choose from. "Could I get some barbecue ribs please? Oh and also a cheeseburger, please. Thank you!" She asked and thanked the house elves as they handed her the food. Looking down at her plate and noticing the distinct lack of veggies, she also asked for some vegetables to even it out a tiny bit. Her mama always told her she had to eat her veggies every day. Once her plate was nearly overflowing with some delicious food, she chose a cup of iced tea for her drink to wash it all down.

Food and drink in hand, she made her way over to find a spot to sit until she, luckily, saw the face of someone familiar. River! They had both explored the grounds of Beauxbatons together, and Vivienne would consider the other girl a friend. Walking over to her, she smiled and sat down on the bench beside her, "Hi River! How have you been? Are you enjoying summer camp so far? I know it's only been a few hours, really, but I'm having a lot of fun already!" That was when she noticed River was talking to a boy Vivienne didn't know nor recognize, "Oh, hello!" She greeted the boy in English, assuming he didn't speak French, before she picked up her cheeseburger and took a bite out of it. Swallowing, she proceeded to ask, "What's your name? I'm Vivienne! Vivienne Beaumont! I'm from Beauxbatons. Where are you from? Are you enjoying summer camp so far?"

To say that Theo liked being back in Europe would be the understatement of the year. The young Thunderbird was more than happy to be back, quite relieved that his parents permitted him to come in the first place. This year, traveling was taken care of by everyone individually, meaning his parents had to pay for flights and train rides. Being 14, Theo had been able to get a part-time job to help though, he didn't have to ask his parents to sign a permission twice.

And so it worked out! Here he was, at the London Quidditch Stadium and quite proud that he had managed the long journey all by himself. He had never been on a flight before and doing so alone had stressed the young boy out quite a bit, even though his parents had helped him with his check in and went with him until the security checks. Checking in his broom had made him a little nervous, but everything worked out in the end.

Once Theo had settled into his tent and left his belongings next to his bed, he had left it again to explore the camp a little- and to try and shake off the tiredness, be damned, jet lag! After only a little while, a mix of delicious scents as well as the sound of several (hundred) kids lured him over to the barbeque. He didn't even realize how hungry he was until he reached the food.

Struggling to pick for a bit, he finally settled on a turkey leg, two sausages, some asparagus and a flagon of virgin butterbeer, which immediately revived the memory of a snowy afternoon in the Three Broomsticks, before he turned and looked for a place to sit. His gaze fell on a bench on which three people were sitting already and immediately felt a smile appear on his face.

Slowly he would make his way over to the bench. "Well, hello there! I'm Theo, mind if I sit with you?"
As the bench seemed quite crowded already, he would sit on the ground and lean against one of the bench's legs.