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What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?

Nov 24, 2009 16:03

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: Raven's House in Lake Placid, NY
WHEN: Thanksgiving Day (+ Weekend)
WARNINGS: Derp.
SUMMARY: Is there ever such a thing as a normal holiday when it comes to superheroes? I think not. But damn it, the heroes invited to her house are going to try anyway.
FORMAT: Open RP style - para or quick, whichever's preferred.

( What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie? )

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PRE-DINNER darkprophecies November 24 2009, 23:03:34 UTC

[ So, who's on mashed potato duty? ]

ajrimmer_ssc November 24 2009, 23:13:13 UTC

[That would be him, actually. He's up to his elbows in delicious mash.]

[And he's...fretting. Quietly. In an unobtrusive sort of way. Really. Hardly noticeable.]

darkprophecies November 25 2009, 00:00:55 UTC

[ Is there such a thing as quietly fretting around an empath who's focused on you most the time? Given she's been busy all day and teleporting around like mad to get everything done in time, but still. She's got time to lean against the counter and raise an eyebrow at him. ]

... Are you going to be alright?

ajrimmer_ssc November 25 2009, 00:03:27 UTC

Mmm-hmm.

[He nods quickly, working that potato masher like mad. Hope everybody likes 'em smooth instead of chunky!]

I'm just...nervous. It'll pass.

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DINNER darkprophecies November 24 2009, 23:04:11 UTC

[ It's a turducken, isn't it? ]

MARC'S TABLE (feel free to crash it, idk) kingofrejects November 25 2009, 00:22:54 UTC

Well. He was here. Part of him didn't know why he didn't skip this affair - it wasn't as if he couldn't afford to have dinner somewhere. But so far, being back at the city was an emotional drain for him. Sure, he had allies, so much in the sense that Moon Knight had allies, but no one he could talk to. No diner filled with familiar faces, no old comrade-in-arms to have lunch with, not even a histrionic physiotherapist to berate him about his physical condition. Mexico had been one long, lonely exile, and he'd been looking forward to going back to New York. Looking forward to seeing friends, or at least familiar faces. Hell, he even missed old Crawley, the strange, broken old man that he was ( ... )

[Main... table? Unless he's not invited to the main table D: ] shinygreenjesus November 25 2009, 01:19:30 UTC

It was all fantastic.

Thanksgiving had always been one of Kyle's two favourite holidays - the other being, of course, Christmas. He loved the chance to get to talk to friends, to reminisce about the year; and then, of course, there was the whole 'being thankful' part.

He actually had a lot to be thankful for. Sure, yes, he'd been yanked out of his home to another world... but this other world was full of people he called friends. Guy was here, Kon was here, and Wally was here even if he was mysteriously thirteen-ish.

"Raven, this all looks fantastic," he said with a smile. "Thanks for having us."

He was sitting with his back to the mural he'd been painting - he'd insisted on it. It was, of course, unfinished - the wall was mostly a deep peacock blue, with the bird itself outlined in thin silver. The feathers of its breast had been given some depth, but it was far from complete, and only half of the eyes of its feathers had been filled in with tiny sketches of animals. Each one was a representation of someone Raven knew, friends ( ... )

D8 of course, he's a titan too! darkprophecies November 25 2009, 01:28:01 UTC

Raven had barely taken two seconds to herself throughout the entire day, aside from occasionally stopping to make sure Arnold wasn't overwhelming himself with the sheer amount of food that needed to be made. But once she was seated in one of the two deep peacock blue loveseats, looking down the table at her dearest friends and loved ones, she instantly knew all the work was worth it.

From the holiday decor that Kyle himself had inspired with his artwork, to the meal in front of all of them, it was perfection.
This was her first real taste of what she had been working so hard to accomplish, having a place to bring everyone together, to let them relax and just be normal for once. It absolutely delighted her.

Kyle's words caught her attention, and the smile on her face suddenly bursts to about three times the intensity that she usually held around everyone. She was just too happy about everything, really.

"No, thank you for taking the time to come. This wouldn't be anywhere near as fantastic without all of you here."

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[ WEEKEND SHENANIGANS - TITANS + KITTY + RIMMER ] darkprophecies November 24 2009, 23:06:33 UTC

[ Now taking bets on how many titans fall on their asses while snowboarding. ]

Re: [ WEEKEND SHENANIGANS - TITANS + KITTY + RIMMER ] iamnotthemom November 25 2009, 01:20:13 UTC

[ Kon is NOT falling on his ass. He's just cheating with TTK. Quietly. ]

[ WEEKEND SHENANIGANS - TITANS + KITTY + RIMMER ] jewpryde November 25 2009, 01:31:50 UTC

[Kitty is not a Titan nor falling on her ass. Since she basically thrives off of competition, running around and burning off energy for hours at a time, and perfectionism, not to mention was taken skiing and snowboard by the X-Men more than once, she is having a very good run while snowboarding.

Admiring her own handy work of not having fallen once, she decides that she will take Olympic athlete into consideration among her hundred other future plans.]

You're pretty good at this! Not as good as me, of course, but you know, not bad.

[All good natured ribbing, since Kitty was in the best mood she has been in in forever and Kon could take it.]

iamnotthemom November 25 2009, 01:37:00 UTC

[ He can indeed take it, and he grins over at her. ]

Them's fightin' words. Wanna race down the half-pipe and see who can pull off flips?

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[the weekend - bedtime: Tim and Kon's room] >_> 123youreit November 26 2009, 15:35:01 UTC

Although there was plenty of room, there were also plenty of Titans, along with their respective guests. That meant that some of them had to share rooms, which wasn't really a problem, except... somehow, Tim had ended up sharing a room with Kon. And that wasn't a problem, really, because he did like the times he'd fallen asleep with Kon, except... except, they were actually going to share a bed. It was a really nice, queen size bed, too. He just couldn't help feeling a slight... not exactly pressure, but. Expectation, maybe, that he knew he shouldn't.

Well, he'd ignore that, anyway. He just sat on the edge of the bed and sighed a little - it had been a busy day.

iamnotthemom November 26 2009, 16:03:38 UTC

There was really no "somehow" to how they ended up sharing a room. People needed to get paired up, and even if they weren't dating, Tim and himself were one of the easiest roommate pairings. Put the best friends together. Put the boyfriends together. No matter how you sliced it, you put Tim and Kon together.

But the bed... had implications. He wasn't sure if he would've entirely preferred separate beds - that had implications of its own - but there was definitely some weirdness to this. He wondered when he started classifying new as weird.

Anyway, he knew two things for certain. One, he could not ask Raven for a room switch for many, many reasons. Everyone would think it meant they were fighting, and everyone could very well include Tim. And two, even if that sigh was in regards to the bed thing, Kon wasn't sleeping on the floor.

"What's wrong?"

123youreit November 26 2009, 16:30:41 UTC

Yes, there was really no way they would have ended up with separate rooms, unless they had been fighting.

"Ah, it's nothing." He smiled slightly sheepishly at Kon. "I'm just tired out. It's been a busy day." That was at least part of the truth, leaving aside bed issues. They'd been cooking, snowboarding, and socialising all day, and that was really enough to tire anyone out. It was nice to be able to sit quietly and relax now.

iamnotthemom November 26 2009, 16:47:20 UTC

"Yeah," Kon agreed, before flopping face-first on the opposite side of the bed. "But it's a good kinda busy. No disasters, no fighting on the comms, no bizarre snowboarding injuries. I'll take a day like this anyday."

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Dick Is In His Room Brooding goddamnrobin November 27 2009, 22:49:27 UTC

He's not lying to himself. He didn't just leave the table because he was frustrated and angry, he also did it because the people who hadn't jumped at him yet couldn't anymore.

Except that Dick is expecting people to seek him out anyway.

God, Tim and Roy know, now. He feels like throwing up a little. Or at least punching things.

123youreit November 27 2009, 22:57:43 UTC

It's after dinner when Tim makes his way to Dick's room to check on him. No-one had a nice time of it once Megan started ripping their secrets out of their heads and laying them out for everyone else, but Dick in particular had a rough time of it. And who wouldn't, with that kind of secret?

Tim knocks quietly on the door before peeking inside. "Hey. Can I come in?"

goddamnrobin November 27 2009, 23:02:48 UTC

Yeah. Predictable Tim.

For a moment, Dick figures he can probably fake he's sleeping and not answer. Tim would go away, he doesn't usually push, but --

Then he'll come back. And Dick doesn't want to start avoiding him.

"Whatever," he hears himself answering.

123youreit November 27 2009, 23:08:13 UTC

Well, that was promising. Better than being turned away, at least. Tim steps inside and closes the door behind him before coming closer.

"Are you okay?" That's his honest priority.

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