Hungry Bird Must Feed!

June 16, 2016:

After getting heavily shot in the break-up of a black-market auction, Rain offers hospitality to Jim to get him back on his feet again…

Moontree Manor

Moontree Manor is a modest-sized, imposing manor built in Gothic style,
complete with foreboding paint job. The roof and spire on the right are done
in a dark blue paint that offsets the white. It's like someone went a little
wild with the colors. A wrought iron fence surrounds the property, and the
lawn grows wild, with various herbs and flowers taking over. Ivy and vines
crawl up the walls, hopeful for sun. The building seems to be in good repair
despite this.

Inside, the atrium and living room are luxurious. Greeting guests is a large
statue of Anubis, his hand outstretched and acting as an incense burner. The
atrium is painted black, with flecks, indicating stars. It's a very
afterlife-esque journey inside. The floors are a beautiful, black marble
that lead one inward. There's stairs to so many rooms, it feels almost
intimidating.

Characters

NPCs: Captain, Steven, David

Mentions: Pepper Potts

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Rain is loathe to teleport. She's bad at it. For now, she will open them a portal into her living room. It takes her a few moments, but she will help the injured avian-man through. The manor is peaceful, as usual. She will have to work at it, due to wards and having the Magibird there, but Rain will TRY.

"Geez. Man, we'd better have a huge dinner. And I'm gonna take a hot bath later." A soft sigh.

"Hey, are you okay crashing here for the evening?" Rain pauses, dangles a charm. The golem and Steven show up. "Um. We're gonna need loooots of chow. I'm hungry, too, please." Rain offers. "Well, that is a rarity," Steven offers in his silvery voice. "We cook."

First, though, some chips and snacks are brought out for the poor bird. "Do you want magic healing or just mundane tending?"

***

The bird-being bearing Jim tilts a battered head towards Rain, even as angry red traceries along his feathers fade to yellow then blue then back to 'normal'.

"I… Yes, crashing at yes… good. Food. Good. Please. Thank you."

He focuses a bit more and straightens, then grunts. "No, don't use magic. Food. Food better than magic like this, please. Mundane. The feathers will ground you out and it'll suck for both of us."

Yep, that's definitely Jim, not Corv speaking.

A tossing of chips and crackers is thrown into his beak and he closes it, choking back the dry foods…

***

Water, tea and drinks are brought out, too. "I'll have your room ready. Some robes and stuff," Rain promises. She nods. Rain will help bring out some fruits and dishes for him. She really does seem to like Jim and his bird friend. She cares about him.

***

Captain comes along, humming. "I feel like chicken tonight," Leg strut, "Like chicken tonight~"

***

"Captain. No." Really, Jim is welcome to sleep where he likes in the manor. Rain is a good hostess, despite her shy nature.

***

Water is taken and poured vigorously into the beak to ease the dryness of the snacks. As food progresses into the entity's frame, small hints of recovery can be seen.

"Oh, hey, um… Cap'n. I'm not chicken, okay? And neither is Corv. We'd taste really nasty and you'd probably get really sick if you tried, okay, buddy?"

That was a bit more of a rambly burble as more crackers, fruits, and random foods are dumped in, along with fluids. At this point, the social niceties are kind of put to the side for the CONSUMPTION OF MASS QUANTITIES.

***

There's commotion in the kitchen, as production of mass quantities commence. The scents of food pour through the manor. Magic and mundane cooking are happening. Rain refills his glass as needed.

***

Captain grunts. "Oh alright," He remarks. He goes to sit by a beam of warmth from a vent.

***
Rain has no problem with mundane technology. She smiles at Jim. "That's alright. Just eat for now. You can video game and rest after." She seems to like hanging out with him, despite it all. And the first dishes, fried veggies and meats are coming out, offered to the birdman.

***

It'd probably be more efficient to just take a garden hose and shove it into the poor bird-dude's beak and turn that sucker on, but the constantly filling glasses of water work pretty well, too. He lets out a slow sigh as he starts to feel a bit better, autonomous healing procedures speeding up as they get the proper caloric input to drive them appropriately.

"Oh, hey, that smells awesome! You eating too?" A whole tray of plantains vanishes into the beaked maw, along with a few more glasses of water.

"I'm… not supposed to be playing video games…"

Wait, either way Jim or Corv they're grown people, right? There's gotta be a story there…

***

Rain smiles, keeping the water coming. "Why is that? We can read or chat, too. I've got some board games," She offers. "And that's good. Here comes some dinner," There's beef, veggies and several courses. "I'm curious, if I may ask. Want some soda or just more water?" Then a pause. "Yeah, when you're a bit slower to eat. I'll probably have some grilled cheese or whatever they bring out."

Rain pauses. "I tend to forget to eat when I'm working," She admits. It might be part of why she's so skinny. Captain is mastering geometry and has become a fuzzy sphere in a warm spot on the rug. Steven and the golem are bringing out meals for poor Corvinus.

***

"Well, um…" There's a brief pause as a half of a roast is annihilated by the appetite of the avianoid. "…you know that Corv and I are switched up from weirdness, right? Well, I have a lot of brain space in here…" He taps the side of his head. "…and I need something to keep it occupied so for a while there I was running a whole bunch of private servers for a popular MMO that's out there just to keep the extra brain space occupied. That ah, worked until someone sent a letter to ah, Pepper, I mean, my boss, saying that if some action wasn't taken they'd take legal action and because Pepper's been really good to me I had to ah, shut that all down."

He takes more water and pours it into the gullet, along with more veggies and a pot of soup goes down the hatch. It's eerie how he's recovering with all the food being pumped into him… and none of it seems to be sticking to his frame…

"Board games are good, though?"

***

"Well, no video games for us. We can do board games. I've got a few. Ticket to Ride, Settlers of Catalan, Risk, that future Risk, Pandemic…" She shrugs and smiles. "I get the gist of it. Oooh, try some of these tartines," Open sandwiches. She gives him the plate and pours another cup. "We can even roast marshmallows and stuff if you want, too. Sadly, there's a bit too much light pollution for star gazing," She admits sadly.

"Anyway, I'm really glad to see you. You are my friend," She states simply. "Even if I don't always understand."

***

Jim listens to the descriptions of games even as he devours more food brought to him. "You are too good to me, Rain. Have to wonder sometimes if you're trying to fatten me up or something." The laughter that follows that clearly indicates he's gently joking, no sarcasm or mean-spirited tone behind his comment as another glass of fluid is consumed.

"I'm glad you're still around and that you're still my friend. I got so eaten up by work for months after the capturing and the weirdness and the…" He sighs a bit then takes another drink. "You are beyond a friend to me. You are one of the anchors I have to keep me focused in this world, sane, and whole. How do I explain…. Imagine being in a library, okay? You're in the library, but all that information isn't in a book —- it's in your brain, readily accessible. Anything you could ever possibly want to know for a thing, there at just a thought. But now imagine it all being thousands upon thousands of libraries over thousands of years at least…"

***

Rain pauses. "Is it because I'm a witch and no one really got over the time one of us went rogue and tried to put some kids in an oven? Really, the insurance premiums on a candy house must be hellish…" She laughs alongside him. The glass is refilled. She enjoys his company.

She inclines her head to listen. "That means a lot to hear. And gotcha. That's - rough. Well. Information overload is a thing." She considers him a moment. "I mean, I'd love to know that much stuff but it's probably seriously difficult, too." She brings him a plate of noodles and meat. "How are you feeling now?"

***

"I suspect it is part that particular tale and the other part the fear that certain organized religions had as to women knowing was was best for a thing and attempting to de-power them as an institution, because men are right at everything, right?" The scoff after that comment clearly means Jim doesn't agree with that sentiment, and another glass is consumed.

"It's beyond a thing, and if someone ever offers you the combined wisdom and knowledge of the ages, all at once? Just decline. Trust me. your brain will probably explode if it isn't built for it. Corv's is. Mine wasn't."

He consumes the plate of noodles and meat with a couple of moments of careful dining, no longer shoving fuel into the hotbox, as it were. His feathers are looking much better, and he's sitting up a bit more straight.

"Doing much better now thank you…"

***

Rain listens. "Probably. We suffered a lot back then. There's not many of us left, but a lot of us live for centuries. Here's hoping whatever dad was lets me live that long," She sighs.

Nevertheless, Rain takes his advice to heart, nodding. Rain helps bring out a plate of pasta, meat and garlic bread. She gets one, too, twirling her fork. Cups are filled and she beams at him. "I'm glad to hear that. You took a beating," She was worried! "Still hungry?" She asks. "We can get dessert and roast marshmallows, too." She settles quiet, eating as she does. "You're awesome."

***

"That's something I'm not looking forward to, myself. Corv's been around a long, long time and I don't want to see everyone I know get old and die?" He pauses a bit and and pours more pasta into his beak. "Yes to all of the desserts, please, and you're amazing. Taking a beating is apparently something the body is good at… as long as it eats enough afterwards Though…"

He pauses as he remembers the bear from earlier in the evening.

"Are you related to Baba Yaga, by any chance?"

***

Poor guy. Rain looks sympathetic. "No problem. They'll start dessert soon," Rain promises with a smile. She blushes faintly. "That's kind of you to say." She really seems happy for that. "Well. You're always welcome here. We're not a five star restaurant but…" She waves a hand, "It's free."

At his question, she blinks owlishly. "I - hadn't thought to look. Why do you ask?" Rain seems unaware of the Russian bear link. Uh oh. "Wait. Oh shit." And then it catches on. "I turn into a Russian animal, don't I?" She boggles a moment. "Well. It's - entirely POSSIBLE."

***

"Your hospitality is awesome. Not too many people would take someone looking like me in, friend or no friend. And dessert is just the icing on the cake and it doesn't matter if it's five star or Chef Boy-R-Dee. And if you ever need money or anything to make good the expenditures I'm sure I can get something to you, I mean, the whole 'pay back one debts thing' still works, right?"

"That's why I asked, because if you don't know anything about that and you get confronted on it, you can't defend yourself against it or deal with it. And if she IS your relative, then it's probably for the better to touch base with her to let her know you respect her but have your own life to live or something, so you're not insulting her, forgetting her, or such. The legendary of Baba is pretty intense, if memory serves? But that's for another time. We have to get to the marshmallows before we both pass out!"

***

Steven and David the golem are both good cooks. Rain looks thoughtful at it all. She smiles. "You're a friend, and an ally. Don't sweat it. We help each other out. You get hurt looking after me, isn't it fair I help you when you are hurt? I missed out on the ass kicking curse whammies and raw elemental power, so …"

Handwave.

"Might as well roll with what I have." A wry, sad smile.

"And yeah, you're right. I'll do some research tomorrow. And totally! I'll get a fire going. Ready when you are."

And with that, a fire is lit for them, so they can roast marshmallows and play boardgames, chatting as they like.

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