Thanksgiving Day, 33 Apocalypse Avenue
The table was set with cream and fluorescent orange linens, wine, beer and cider were chilling in ice buckets, and Melody even managed to tune the TV to ... well, it was the puppy bowl instead of a real football game, but she probably wouldn't mind the channel being changed.
It's time for the residents of 33 Apocalypse Avenue, and their families and guests, to celebrate Thanksgiving. And possibly even talk, like, to each other -- something Mel hadn't managed yet.
[OOC: Up early for SP. Pls wait for threads are up, yay!]
It's time for the residents of 33 Apocalypse Avenue, and their families and guests, to celebrate Thanksgiving. And possibly even talk, like, to each other -- something Mel hadn't managed yet.
[OOC: Up early for SP. Pls wait for threads are up, yay!]