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Try To Not Set the Turkey on Fire

Characters: The Reyes family and you! And you. And you. And also you.
Date: November 28th, Thanksgiving!
Location: EA-1A
Situation: Thanksgiving at the Reyes suite! Everyone's invited. Really, everyone.
Warnings/Rating: If something doesn't go terribly wrong I'll be honestly surprised, but until then, no warnings.
Notes: As you can see, this is heavily forward dated, so that way there's no worries about RPing during RL Thanksgiving for those of us of the American pursuasion, or dealing with this during the bulk of December.

This is a completely open log, so knock yourselves out as long as it's not unconscious.

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For those who've decided to pitch in with cooking, or bringing food in, the kitchen in the Reyes suite is open season. There's a sizable roast fowl- there are no turkeys here to be stuffed, unfortunately- and stuffing in the oven, but the rest of the kitchen and stovetop is still able to be used.

Try to not set anything on fire.

Before and after after dinner, there's still plenty of time to socialize with others. This is after all, the reason for the day! (What do you mean, it's for food?) If someone brought any wine or its like, now would be the time for having some. Just not to excess unless you want a talking to from the hostess.

For those who're more concerned about the dinner part of Thanksgiving, as compared to the idea of spending it with others, this is the crown and glory. The previously mentioned roast probably-bird, stuffing, and local vegetables, along with anything brought by anyone else take up the dining room table now, leaving just barely enough space for sitting at it.

Thankfully another table's been set up as well, and there's still enough space for standing, failing that.

[Awkwardly hanging around in the background and trying very hard not to draw attention to himself. The allure of free food beat whatever misgivings he might of had about being in the house of the kid he tried to kill. It was a misunderstanding!]

Scott hadn't brought anything of his own but he'd spent enough Thanksgivings cooking that he was a fair enough hand in the kitchen, even if his dishes were nothing spectacular. He's bumbling around in the kitchen now, doing whatever Bianca wants him to do because it's the least he can do.

"Thanks for having me and Cassie over, Bianca. I really appreciate it."

[Thanksgiving may have its meaning to many in Keeliai, but to Thor it's a banquet, a feast, just like any other on Asgard and that alone is reason enough for him to attend. Once the tall figure makes his way into the kitchen, he holds a rope tied to the feet of three live pheasants (or at least, they look like pheasants), a large amphora of ale, and four burlap bags bulging with fruits, vegetables, spices, and ingredients he picked up on his way here.]

I brought what I could.

[His voice is nothing short of an enthusiastic boom and is followed by a buoyant smile on his face. Under the wrap he’s wearing his usual Asgardian armor and Mjolnir is attached to his belt, as always.]

Edited (Blah, grammar.) 2013-11-14 23:55 (UTC)

[ So Loki did a thing.

He's kind of keeping to the edges of the kitchen, lurking. For once, when he comes bearing gifts, he hasn't tricked or stolen them just prior. In fact, this may well turn out to be a legitimately nice gesture from the tiny somewhat-evil god.

And if anyone so much as touches it on his way to delivering it to Bianca, he's going to be hard pressed not to stab them. No one would ever get to know what kinds of weird things he'd had to collect and effectively sacrifice to conjure the concept of a 100% actual legitimate pecan pie into reality. It involved a surprising number of songbirds and runes in blood still decorate the walls of his suite, among other things.

It wasn't as if he'd idly listened into all of Bianca's conversations last she addressed the network and picked the tastiest thing to try to endear himself to her with or anything. That'd just be odd for a god to do. ]

[ Loki is a certifiable genius by almost every measure of the word.

That? That's why Loki does most bizarre seeming things in his life. It's hard to follow his logic at some of the best of times. In this case, the trouble he's up to right now, it's only because he's also sometimes an idiot.

But, really, he wasn't getting through this feast day without help and he damn well knew it. He's lurking out of the way with a cup of some dark juice in hand, just watching the people interact. He sips at his drink, catalogs the way others go about their business on this day of expressing gratitude with birds and pies.

Spoilers: it's only juice in the most abstract sense. He really needs the help here, though he'll make a point of trying to conceal that fact for the sake of human niceties and also in hopes of not looking like he's incapable of attending a large social event without alcohol. ]

[Walter shows up carrying a carton of dozen eggs and a huge basket full of freshly baked bread from the almost open bakery.]

It's lovely here! I haven't had a chance to properly celebrate Thanksgiving for years. I just wish it was under better circumstances. If there's anything I can do to help with the cooking, just ask! I was a sous chef to the man who invented Ho Hos, you know. I suppose you don't have any Ho Hos here, do you? I would die for a Ho Ho right now.

Edited 2013-11-16 00:16 (UTC)

[It's hard out here for a tiny supervillain. Bianca had personally extended Gene an invitation, and what was he going to do, say no? As if. It frankly concerned him, the amount of weight that he'd been giving to her wishes lately.

But that doesn't change the fact that - technically - this is his first Thanksgiving. Life with Zhang hadn't really lent itself to the celebration of holidays in general, and Thanksgiving in particular was a beacon of Western indulgence and weakness (and honestly he'd stopped listening when Zhang had gone on yet another of those tirades). And he has no freakin' idea what to do.

So he's decided to keep to the walls and observe. He does not like parties.]

[Oh good. Someone to bother.

Or at least, someone who's lurking just as much as Gene is. Good, they can wallow in their wallflowering together.

Ha! Just kidding. Gene's totally gonna bother his ass. Maybe that'll make his own unease with being here less at the forefront of his mind.]

Couldn't pass up free food, huh?

Well, I don't know about you, but I daren't refuse an invitation from Mistress Bianca.

[ Well, that came out moderately Asgardian, didn't it? Yet this was a rather Asgardian situation for all it was hosted by a mortal woman, though. Feasts with mandatory participation were a fact of life. Loki pauses then, looking down at his drink before casting his gaze around the room appraisingly.

It definitely didn't look quite the same, but the spirit was similar. ]

The free food is a pretty sweet bonus, though. [ He gestures at Gene. ] Likewise, I take it?

[Not at all sure what to bring in terms of food items, Shepard had eventually settled on a reasonably nice bottle of wine. Wine was always an acceptable gift, right?

Now, she's pouring a glass for herself - and she will happily pour a glass for anyone (any adult who might want one!]

What's a Ho Ho? [Shepard's 22nd century knowledge is woefully lacking in 20th century junk food, unfortunately. She'll happily help Walter with the eggs - wouldn't want any to break!]

"It's the least I could do." She's paying attention to something cooking on the stove, but not enough to ignore anyone speaking to her.

"Besides, I figured it'd give you the chance to show her off." There was nothing wrong with being a proud parent. "She seems like a sweet girl."

[Those are live bird things. This kitchen isn't equipped for handling the slaughter of currently live birds, even if Bianca was. (Hint: She wasn't prepared for slaughtering live birds.)]

Uh, thank you. I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do with the birds, there isn't really any room to do that in here...

Think you brought enough?

[ Loki seems to pop up out of nowhere at Thor's side and reaches over to one of the sacks he is carrying. Maybe he's been hit by a sudden streak of helpfulness? Overwhelmed by an urge to assist his alternate universe brother from another mother? It is entirely possible, after all, given that this is the mortal feast day of gratitude!

Or he could be just casually filching a small red fruit.

Hey, he wasn't the god of good manners. ]

[Look who's happy to see you. She's also completely surprised to see the pie, because last she was aware, they didn't have pecans on the turtle.]

Thank you for coming, Loki. And how did you get that? I didn't think they had pecans here.

[ Loki is nothing if not a sucker for attention of the positive sort. He grins up at her, shrugging up his shoulders as he offers it. ]

These would be the only ones, though they might be more the concept of pecans. Honestly, I've not worked out the full metaphysical implications.

[ He shakes his head, dismissing that stuff. ]

Still, pie! Everyone loves pie. [ A pause. ] You do like pie, right?

[Bianca is totally willing to give positive reinforcement, which is the case right here.]

Yes, I do. Thank you for bringing it.

"I'm sure I could've shown her off elsewhere."

Running up to random people on the streets, making excitable network posts on the console, visiting the houses of every single person he'd met thus far during his stay....the options were pretty much endless. He'd just chosen not to do any of them largely because there was still a very big part of him that was afraid that this was all a dream and he'd wake up one morning to find her gone. Again.

"She's a spoiled little girl, that's what she is." And who's fault is that, Scott, really? "But I wouldn't trade her for the world."

He pauses in his vegetable-cutting, thoughtful.

"She's changed though, from the last time I saw her. I'm good with kids but teenagers are a whole different story."

Since Scott has gently and skillfully, but very firmly made sure that Cassie didn't spend much time in the kitchen before the time to do the dishes, she's over there in the living room. In a robe of local cut... but in a shade of pink that she's done a lot of looking for.

She likes pink as well as red, okay?

She's also god a big smile, and the blue eyes keep looking this way and that for people that she knows. Or might look like they can use company.

Oh, oh good. It occurred to me a bit late that this effort could have been incredibly awkward and filled with fail.

Edited 2013-11-17 22:10 (UTC)

[Walter carefully hands her the eggs.] Thank you dear. Yes, Ho Hos! Are you familiar with Swiss rolls? The innovation in Ho Hos is that they are much smaller, almost bite-sized. It's a simple sponge cake base, add some chocolate powder to it, bake it, slice it up and cover it with creme. Then roll it up into little rolls and cover them in chocolate.

Now, to be clear, my old friend did not invent the Swiss roll, but he had the idea of miniaturizing it and dipping it in chocolate. That's how science works! You stand on the shoulder of giants.

[Shepard blinks at him, finally understanding that he's talking about desserts. Old-fashioned desserts from Earth.]

You know, I can't say I've ever heard scientific progress equated with the evolution of dessert.

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