[open] IT'S TURKEY DAY

[puppetfetishist]

Who: Bro Strider AND YOU
What: Bro thinks you should celebrate American Thanksgiving, for America. There is fried turkey and beer, as God intended.
Where: Over a sanddune from Jack Noir's Hobostraveganza, ie, in the Ocean Zone on the beach, because fuck November.
When: THANKSGIVING DAY DUH

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[notyourutopian]

Eleanor arrives a bit late, in a black skirt and white blouse, while balancing two bowls on each arm, with peas, corn, brussel sprouts and (slightly watery) mashed potatoes. She'd spent a couple hours figuring out what exactly constituted a Thanksgiving Side, and then attempting to make it.

It had been a mixed bag, and no one was ever allowed to ask about the stuffing. Because it didn't happen.

[puppetfetishist]

"Aw man, perfect," says Bro, sweeping in, as usual, out of fucking nowhere. "Man, Eleanor, this is great. Hey, lemmie take some of that off your hands, right?"

He swoops in and in a flash he's got two bowls and he's going to put those on the table.

"Thanks for comin down."

tagging from my phone

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor was so focused on her balancing act she almost dropped everything when he swooped in. She handed two off, looking rather relieved. "Thank you."

She followed after him, setting the other two bowls down. "I cannot promise the potatoes are very good."

thweet.

[puppetfetishist]

"Eh, I'm sure it's fine. People here ain't that picky about food, I think," he says with a smile.

[notyourutopian]

"I hope so. Everything else is just steamed. That's what the book said to do with them..." She looked at the food for a moment, frowning.

"Brussel sprouts taste very odd."

[featheryasshole]

Hey, it's a familiar face, bearing things that aren't turkey or beer. Eleanor just became Davesprite's best friend in the world.

"Hey, can I help you with that?"

tagging from my phone

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor gave Dave a grateful smile as he offered, and shifted so he could grab two bowls. "Thank you very much."

A quick glance around revealed a table for food and she headed towards it.

[featheryasshole]

He took the bowls and followed her to the table. "No problem. I'm just relieved to see food that isn't turkey. It'd feel weird not to eat anything at all on Thanksgiving."

[notyourutopian]

"Why wouldn't you have any tu-" Eleanor managed to catch herself before she finished that sentence, and she looked rather sheepish as she turned towards him.

"Right. Never mind."

[featheryasshole]

He shrugged. "It's not like I can't eat any, it just feels kinda weird."

[notyourutopian]

"I...believe I can understand that." She paused faintly, and then looked slightly embarrassed.

"I have a rather similar feeling about seafood, as awful as that is."

[gimmefive]

[he approaches her warily. As if she might possibly snap and just decide that he'd taste better than the food itself.

He's already got a plate laden with turkey, but hey, isn't mom always after him to eat his vegetables? And one day he won't even have vegetables. Fresh ones, anyways. So he might as well help himself while the going's good.]

Hey. Is that-- like. Are you sharing?

[notyourutopian]

Hmm? Oh yes, of course!

[Eleanor promptly offered him the bowl of Brussel Sprouts because she could not get rid of them soon enough, thank you.]

Have as much as you like!

[gimmefive]

[HE MAKES A FAAAAAAAAAACE.

but takes some anyways. Making dat face. The entire time.]

Brussel sprouts? Really?

[notyourutopian]

...I was told they are a thanksgiving food...

[She looks a bit embarrassed.]

[gimmefive]

[awh hell, now he's gone and embarrassed a girl.]

No, they are. I mean, they can be. But they're pretty gross, you know? Like. In general, not-- saying your cooking's bad or anything.