Allison Hargreeves Heard a Rumor (![]() ![]() @ 2019-10-10 07:54:00 |
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Who: OTA!
What: Food Club...but more dramatic!
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The Soap Opera induced ballroom of the Ritz Carlton of Madison Valley
Warnings: ...it's the Soap Opera plot, I would not be surprised if I have to lock this but please let me know!
[OOC: It was requested we post Food Club early this month to give you all plenty of time to network any drama that happens. Please let drama happen!]
It wasn't that Allison wasn't grateful. Okay, she wasn't. Half the fun of Food Club was how comfortable everything was. No one really tried to outdo anyone else. They all just lounged around someone's home or the park and ate until they really couldn't anymore and chatted. And now the club had been hijacked by the Dome or the people running the Dome or whatever exactly was going on behind the scenes.
But the fact was, the ballroom was beautiful. Even if the logical part of her (which was, admittedly, most of her) knew that the hotel hadn't even been there this time last week.
They'd been set up with beautiful, cloth covered tables. They were drinking from goblets, not red solo cups someone got at Walmart. There were long buffet tables to place everyone's dishes - which were incredibly different than usual. Had someone actually brought caviar? And everyone was behaving differently.
She had no idea what was going on. But she had a sinking feeling she was about to find out.