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Where the idea of Taco Tuesday had come from Cami couldn't really say other than it had just appeared in her brain while watching Deus yet again bicker over Twitter. Being in school had taught her that a lot of people really liked these sorts of group events and everyone liked free food!

Caroline had assured her daughter yet again that there was more than enough money to do whatever it was that the teen wanted. Apparently, what Camille wanted was to feed the island...even the people that she didn't necessarily like.

Pork, steak, chicken had all been marinating overnight in spices and had gone into the oven at a low temperature to simmer in their own juices early that morning. By three o'clock she was slicing peppers, onions, lettuce, shredding cheese by hand, before mixing up her special super-hot-fire salsa.

Honestly, she had no idea if anyone but her family would show up to partake in her homemade feast but she cooked for a damn army. Or an island.

The main way to get Leslie to show his sorry face was free food. it was perhaps a boon for his health that while absconding with tacos was definitely doable, it wasn't like they would keep.

So he showed, too-short (as always) and in too-big clothes (as always), ready to stuff his face. Leslie slid past Mikael with hardly a glance and a curt "move, dumbass," -- it wasn't even personal, as he didn't really recognize the guy from twitter-- and more because his stomach was rumbling so loud you could practically hear it from space.

"Hi," Leslie said, squinting at Cami, then at the spread. He grabbed a plate with the determination of a war weary soldier, ready to eat his fill.

As far as Caroline was concerned, Taco Tuesday was entirely Cami's Thing. She left it all to her, intending to only offer any meaningful amount of help if she seemed in desperate need of it - but Cami was more than capable of handling this, which didn't surprise her in the slightest. She'd just loved to see her so hard at work towards something intended to make people happy and bring the community together. It was an undertaking every bit as loving and compassionate as the Cami she knew.

For the moment she was sitting comfortably cross-legged in a chair off to the side, contentedly drinking a totally thematically accurate Corona and lime.

Roland did not knock, he did not hesitate, he practically sprinted the whole way from the dorms to the houses under the glorious promise of home made tacos. When he arrived he paused only for a moment to rub his feet on the first welcome mat he could find. (He ran barefoot, you can't run fast enough in sandals for tacos.)

That small task completed he popped into the house grinning from ear to ear as Cami introduced herself, "I haven't missed out yet right?" He glanced to the corner noticing Caroline offering her an enthusiastic wave.

Mik felt out of place in crowds. He’d spent a long time on the island isolating himself with nothing but his art and sandcastles for company. Living with his father, Rodney and Melvin had helped a little with his social anxiety but he was far from back to normal. So long as he smiled and was relentlessly positive he usually got by all right in company without anyone noticing how fearful he was under the surface, but Leslie this time had thrown him off his game entirely simply with a callous (and not even personal) word.

He was glad to have Cami in the way as he all backed away another step from Leslie, eying the food with an expression which questioned if all of this was worth it.

“Hello Cami.” Came a smooth warm voice from the doorway which implied suddenly to Mikael that it was very much not worth it at all.

Lawrence didn’t intend to eat, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself when there were small gatherings of hunters, drawn to it all like a vulture to another creature’s kill. He rather liked little Cami who was willing to give him a chance and though he couldn’t actually bring himself to eat such heavy fare in front of other people he could nonetheless voice his support and supervise Mikael’s bad decisions in the process. “You’ve done an excellent job here.” He said with a broad smile. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by, I just wanted to see if my hunch about how capable you are was accurate. It certainly was.”

His eyes flicked to Caroline and she got a little smile too, Mikael went conspicuously ignored.

The young blonde man tried to press on regardless. “I so can eat spicy things.” He said, in a show of bravado. The fact of the matter was that he didn’t know if he could eat spicy things, with his experiences limited mostly to his father’s cooking, which tended more towards the rich and exotic rather than spicy. “Can you make me one with spicy? I don’t know how to make them.”

Malk came in a little late, after telling Mik he'd catch up. It wasn't like it was a far walk.

He made a face when Lawrence was already there, though. Cami was cool, but he believed all the parties around here should have some kind of maximum age limit.

"You don't even like tacos," he said, glaring daggers at Lawrence. As far as he could tell, Lawrence didn't like anything that wasn't in fingernail sized portions with a french name and a weird taste. At least he hadn't brought his old new ex boyfriend. "Hi, everybody," he offered grudgingly otherwise.

He heard food and food was offered. So, following social decorum, he had talked to a few hunters and managed to get a bag of tortilla chips to bring with him. Usually when people offered food, you had to bring something with you, but he didn't know how to many any dishes.

So bag of chips in hand, he walked in to a very crowded room. Looking about, he tried to move and sidestep into the kitchen to set the bag down and then try to find a place where he wouldn't get in everyone's way. It didn't help that the place felt smaller to him, but it didn't help he was much bigger than most of the slender figures in the room. He didn't know most of the people in the room but one person, and so threw a friendly smack against the shoulder's of the Doctor.

"Hey Doc."

He also spotted the weird little guy from camp. "Hey Mik."

Free, home cooked food was quite the bait to draw out those that's would otherwise not it's venture out to overly social events. Free tacos was an even better draw. Henry showed up with a two-liter of orange Fanta and an awkward smile. He was dressed in a raglan tee with a game controller graphic on the front, khaki cargo shorts, and a pair if very worn black converse. Hischaor, which had beeen very real upon waking up, had faded by now, and there was a significant amount of blonde roots showing.

Slipping in, he made his way around the majority of the milling bodies, heading straight for Cami. "Hi. I brought, um," he started, then let it trail off, holding the soda out to her. It occurred to him, belatedly, that his lady interactions with her over twitter had been a little strained, and only now was he woundering over how welcome he was there. "It smells really good. Did you cook all this yourself?"

It struck him then, that he was not that much older than the junior trainees that were milling about.




Kai would feel a small hand on his back before Peyton slid into view at his side and smiled up at him. "Hey big guy."




Once upon s time taco Tuesday had been a weekly ritual for a certain former soccer star, but then he'd graduated, been booted out on a hunt for higher education, and then found himself smack dab in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. It had been, well, years since he'd gotten to enjoy the normallacy of the weekly tradition, so when Cami had announced it, Liam was very eager to partake.



Plate loaded up with one of each type of taco, he was tucking his phone back into the pocket of his jeans as he wandered over to stand with Caroline, mouth already full. Which would explain the slight delay in verbal greeting.