Thanksgiving [Party Post]

[smithnjones]

[ooc: You know the drill. Tag in with threads in various locations, tag around where it'd be logical for your characters to be, etc. :>]Across the city, many people are celebrating Thanksgiving in various ways. Some people are enjoying chicken wings in a bar. Some people are watching football games on big screens. Some people are in strip clubs.

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[inventandforget]

Millie is at a bar.

It's not the usual place she'd spend her time but she's not in the mood to go to her hotel room and she's really not in the mood to face the people at the Kashtta yet. She'll go, sure, but not quite yet.

She looks down at her drink, a gin an d tonic, and considers all the things that she should be thankful for.

After a moment, she finds herself taking a long drink instead. It's easier.

She knows it's not that bad, that people out there have it worse than she does but right now she's just tired. She's tired of having things go wrong, things burn down or explode or get destroyed in some fashion. She's tired of what she is, she's just tired.

Maybe in a few minutes she'll be better. Maybe in a few minutes she'll remember all the good things in the world and be back to her hold self but for now, she's going to just sit and try to enjoy her alcohol.

[ohboythepipes]

Danny is at the bar too. Other people are here watching the football game, but he never cared much for sports except baseball. Damn, he loves his fucking baseball. He has known for awhile that he was sitting next to a first, but it's always weird to think of how to approach one.

"Hey, never expected to see somebody like you in a place like this on Thanksgiving," he says, adding in that last bit because that's right it's a holiday. "But I guess if you live long enough, you might run out of people to share holidays with. Still. There's a big shindig at the Kashtta that I'm sure you heard about..."

One more long drink until he's finished his bar.

"Unless you just wanna drink your sorrows alone." Which is probably what everyone is doing in this bar. Danny doesn't have many sorrows really, but he didn't feel like going to the tower either.

[inventandforget]

She looks up when he starts speaking, listening to his words and taking a drink.

Didn't seem to have too much trouble talkin' to me right then an' there." She says it with an almost dry done but she didn't mean for it you come out that way. She smiles apologetically.

"As for what I'm doin' here, I just didn't feel much like goin' off to the Kashtta." She will eventually, there are people there she can go say hello to and the food will be good. Right now though, she's happy to sit here and enjoy a drink.

Looking him up and down, she raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing herE? A sports fan or somethin'?"

[ohboythepipes]

"Yeah, I understand that," Danny says with a shrug as he has another drink from the beer in his hand. "Not much for bein' there myself today. Couldn't tell you why. I just thought Firsts had to show up at shit like that."

It seems like they would be obligated to or something. He doesn't really know.

He shakes his head at the question, realizing he doesn't really know the answer to it. "Nah. I like baseball alright, but I'm not big on football or anything. I don't know. Never appealed to me as a kid neither. Guess I had nowhere else I wanted to go. I might stop by the Kashtta. They've got good food."

[physics_magic]

When Spencer comes down to enjoy the festivities, it is with about four hours of sleep under his head. This isn't bad considering he's pulled much worse but it's still a legitimate response to put his sleeping methods under question.

He's not really sure what he's doing here, why he decided to come down at all. He barely knows anyone, he's having a hard time remembering what to be thankful for and he should really be back in his room trying to get some sleep.

Then he sees pie and he understands.

So there will be a Spencer, filling a plate with all manner of deserts because what better way to combat a depression (though he surely won't admit to such) than with lots and lots of sweets.

[smithnjones]

Martha is around. She is probably drinking more than enjoying any of the deserts, but she isn't drinking as much as she once would. This woman still has her wits about her, and she is on the other side of the table, watching Reid's impressive desert gathering.

"Did you want a little dinner with that desert?"

There's a smile on her face that shows that she hardly minds if desert is his dinner.

"Hello again! Happy Thanksgiving to you."

[physics_magic]

He looks up from his food, smiling weakly. "I'll get food eventually."

This may or may not be a lie, he hasn't decided yet.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Martha."

he picks up a cookie, nobbling on it while looking around them. "It's nice that you've set this up," he says. "I'm sure people really appreciate it." With all the people displaced from their own homes, having gatherings like this is probably a strength to the community, he just never bothered to look into them before.

[smithnjones]

"It's okay if you don't," Martha says with a warm laugh, noticing the weakness of that smile. "I'm certainly not going to tell you how to enjoy Thanksgiving. If someone wanted to have a giant bowl of mashed potatoes only, they should do so."

She smiles at him. "Thank you. Happy Thanksgiving to you too. I never celebrated til I fell through the Rift, but it's a nice holiday filled with lots of food. Doesn't hurt to take a moment to say thanks for whatever there is to be thankful for."

It is good to be reminded that there are things to be thankful for like food and friends and somehow still being alive, though that occasionally seems more of a curse than a blessing.

"I didn't do it alone, but I would like to set things up for most holidays. I thought it might give people some reminder of their family lives in their own universes or here. Clearly, not all universes would have the same holidays, but most people seem to be from a universe similar to this one."

[sophicsulphur]

[OOC: I should not watch Nobuta wo Produce before tagging with things that involve Fuchizakis. It's... far too heartwarming and makes me go schmoopy. :3]Iris is one of those who has no clue it's Thanksgiving. She just came back to the Kashtta to grab the last of her things, saw there was a party-type thing going on, and wandered in to take a look. She wonders if Millie's here-- even if she's planning her own room party, she might want to take advantage of the food on offer here. For that matter, Sunshine might too, given that she kind of appears to be living out of her car and subsisting on food from the Tower's kitchens

[designed2kill]

Luka is standing next to Iris, making her own slips of paper. Unlike Iris, Luka is not trying to hide the names she's writing on the slips at all.

Aaron

Duncan

Phoebe

Jack

Babel

Elizabeth

Millie

Each name gets its own little card. Angels names are written with a blue marker. Babel's name is written with a pink marker. Aaron's name is written with a tan marker. Duncan and Jack's names are written with a gray marker. When she is done, Luka gets a bunch of pins and pins all of her names, one by one, on the wall next to Iris's cards.

"The picture is a good idea," Luka says to Iris. "It makes yours look nice."

[sophicsulphur]

Iris had been watching the board in a bit of a reverie, not really paying attention to what others were pinning up. But when the young girl addresses her, she notes the cards that weren't there before, and smiles. Then blushes, somewhat awkwardly, because she hadn't really known she was being watched.

"Ah, thanks," she says, ducking her head and rubbing a bit at the back of her neck, her trademark gesture for when she doesn't know what to do with her hands. "--It's really cute that you used colours! And hey, you know a lot of my friends."

She grins again at that. "Phoebe and Babel and Elizabeth and Millie. Or... maybe you just know people with the same names?" Since she knows two Jacks, and it's just struck her that in a city this big, Luka might be referring to either of them. She's still getting used to that idea: that this community's so big, more than one person might go by the same thing. It's almost unheard of, where she's from. At least, within the same generation.

[designed2kill]

"Phoebe and Elizabeth and Millie are angels! They're really nice," Luka says. "And Babel's a...I don't know how to call it. She feels bright pink to me, and she hears the bodybeats. And she has ice cream that never runs out. Are those the same people you know?"

Luka cocks her head slightly as she focuses on Iris's mindfeeling. "Hey, you feel kind of warm yellow to me. I've never felt that before. What are you?"

[yourwonderings]

Jo's not that big on the festivities. Especially not lately. Thanksgiving is supposed to be a family thing, right? Kind of a sore spot these days. She's also pretty sure that Dean works a shift this evening at the Luna, but she's looking for him around the Kashtta in any case.

She can stumble upon anyone on her way there!

There's talk of food for the evening, most of him he won't be able to eat.

Poor Dean. At least he can still eat pie.

...idek. :>

[thehandsomeone]

Dean is at the Luna, as it happens. He's never been big on Thanksgiving to begin with, but now that he can't eat turkey (or gravy even, what the fuck, Rift), there's really no point to him showing up at any of the Kashtta festivities until dessert time, at least.

So Dean can be found behind the bar at the Luna, arguing with idkhisbffthe cook (who is also stuck working today, but refuses to make anyone anything resembling Thanksgiving fixings) about the football game playing on one of the TVs.

Dean doesn't know anything about football, really. He's just riling the guy up because he refused to make pie.

Dean does not understand there's a distinction between chef and baker. Such is life. Please come keep him in line before he gets his face injured, Jo.

lmfaoooo ilu :>>>

[yourwonderings]

Jo is not the least bit surprised to find Dean is making friends. In his usual way that he makes friends, in which there is no such thing as friendship. She'd be inclined to agree with him if pressed, though.

She can't give a crap about football.

She strolls over to the pair, cocky swagger and leather jacket, lifting an unimpressed brow.

"Ya can't take it personally," Jo tells the cook with a seemingly sympathetic voice, patting Dean on the arm. "He was dropped on his head as a baby. The guy was just...never the same."

:* :*

[thehandsomeone]

What are you talking about, Jo? Dean is a joy to be around! He makes friends wherever he goes.

Except not at all.

Both Dean and the cook's attention gets diverted to Jo when she walks up to them. The cook is smirking at Jo's little story, and Dean is doing what he can not to hit the guy.

His life is sort of difficult sometimes.

"Come on," Dean says to Jo. "I'm awesome and you know it." The cook huffs, rolls his eyes, and then walks off muttering something about needing a new job. It's all very be careful what you wish for at the Luna Bar tonight, really.