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WHO: Asano Rin cutest_avenger and Thanksgiving guests! Tag yourselves in, threadjump each other, make multiple threads... have fun!
Where: Iroh’s tea shop.
DATE: 11/28/35 - Thanksgiving day!
WARNINGS: Nothing so far. If anything warranting a warning happens, it’ll go up here.
SUMMARY: The big day has come at last! Thanksgiving day, feasting, food and companionship for everyone who responded to Rin in the journals (and perhaps a few who didn’t).
STATUS: Openish | Incomplete
Even when cooking with Belle, setting things up with Alfred, and helping Iroh prepare his tea shop for the influx of holiday guests that would soon be on their way, I found myself scarcely able to believe the day had come, and excited all out of proportion to the importance of the holiday. It was childish, immature, contrary to the controlled, adult nature I wanted to present to the world - I was almost all grown-up, I was on my own, after all, and wanted to be treated that way - but still, I couldn’t bring myself to truly curb my enthusiasm. We were preparing for a feast, after all, and it had been quite some time since I’d been a part of something so lighthearted. I didn’t really want to curb my enthusiasm, as unseemly as it might have been.
The shop was cozy as always, and the smells of turkey cooking in the back had wafted out into the front room where we’d all be eating. It was almost hard to think around the mouth-watering aroma that permeated the air. I had an enormous bowl of miso soup simmering as well, the same way my mother used to make it, and the smell of tea and the sweet scents of the various snacks Iroh would prepare for his customers were still discernible under the chorus of odors, making for an unusual combination but still a delicious one.
And shortly the people would be here - so many of them I’d never met, never even spoken to before I’d decided that a Thanksgiving dinner would be a welcome thing for many of us who seemed to be without families on the day, or many other connections in the city itself. When I sat down to rest and enjoy the warmth, I watched the windows, hoping to pick out the people who responded as they arrived. Guests, those who hadn’t been rushing about fussing over the turkey and the soup and the shop itself since morning, would certainly be arriving soon. I touched my hair a little, French braided today with red ribbons rather than my usual simpler style, and couldn’t keep the smile away from my face.
Where: Iroh’s tea shop.
DATE: 11/28/35 - Thanksgiving day!
WARNINGS: Nothing so far. If anything warranting a warning happens, it’ll go up here.
SUMMARY: The big day has come at last! Thanksgiving day, feasting, food and companionship for everyone who responded to Rin in the journals (and perhaps a few who didn’t).
STATUS: Openish | Incomplete
Even when cooking with Belle, setting things up with Alfred, and helping Iroh prepare his tea shop for the influx of holiday guests that would soon be on their way, I found myself scarcely able to believe the day had come, and excited all out of proportion to the importance of the holiday. It was childish, immature, contrary to the controlled, adult nature I wanted to present to the world - I was almost all grown-up, I was on my own, after all, and wanted to be treated that way - but still, I couldn’t bring myself to truly curb my enthusiasm. We were preparing for a feast, after all, and it had been quite some time since I’d been a part of something so lighthearted. I didn’t really want to curb my enthusiasm, as unseemly as it might have been.
The shop was cozy as always, and the smells of turkey cooking in the back had wafted out into the front room where we’d all be eating. It was almost hard to think around the mouth-watering aroma that permeated the air. I had an enormous bowl of miso soup simmering as well, the same way my mother used to make it, and the smell of tea and the sweet scents of the various snacks Iroh would prepare for his customers were still discernible under the chorus of odors, making for an unusual combination but still a delicious one.
And shortly the people would be here - so many of them I’d never met, never even spoken to before I’d decided that a Thanksgiving dinner would be a welcome thing for many of us who seemed to be without families on the day, or many other connections in the city itself. When I sat down to rest and enjoy the warmth, I watched the windows, hoping to pick out the people who responded as they arrived. Guests, those who hadn’t been rushing about fussing over the turkey and the soup and the shop itself since morning, would certainly be arriving soon. I touched my hair a little, French braided today with red ribbons rather than my usual simpler style, and couldn’t keep the smile away from my face.