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Who: Everyone!
What: Thanksgiving + New Feather party.
When: Evening of the 20th.
Where: School cafeteria, nicely done up.
Summary: There's food. And there's also board games, are you game for some Snakes and Ladders?
Rating: Let's put this all over the board. Strange stuff can happen, man.
[Thanksgiving may not be a familiar holiday to most in Luceti, but everyone understands potluck, at least! Hopefully. Preferably.

It's all done buffet-style as usual. Thanksgiving stuff greets you first when you grab a plate and get in line at the buffet lines (food and drink provided by everyone, Thanksgiving stuff courtesy of the Welcome Centre and Ginia). Though of course, don't think that you have to stand in a line while eating! There's tables and chairs for sitting and talking and— eating, obviously. Reach out and grab a drink! If you get one that's been prepared by the Welcome Centre, it's non-alcoholic. Can't really say the same for anything else brought by others, so you may want to be careful. Y'know, just in case.

'course, there's also board games if you're interested in 'em. Just check out that corner over there!]

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Hubert looks up, nearly on the verge of tears from having no idea what to do when Rise's voice grabs his attention. Coupled with her face, he recognizes her quickly and tries to appear more presentable.

"Ah . . . Miss Rise . . . ," he manages with a still somewhat unhappy look. He really botched this up.

"That's me, all right. What's wrong now?"

She doesn't usually deal with kids that often but well, it's happened once in a while. Though it is kinda strange imagining this crying kid as the stick-in-the-mud that he'll grow up to be.

It's rather tough to say, since he feels like he's in trouble for one reason or another, even if not with Rise. But he cooperates.

"I can't find Brother."

Brother, brother...

"Asbel, right?"

She hasn't met him before, but she's seen him over the journals before. That is— when he's actually tall...er. It'd be a pretty bad thing if he was equally as tiny as Hubert now, wouldn't it?

"How's he look like?"

Hubert nods, reassured that she remembers Asbel's name.

"Um, he's a little taller than me with curly reddish brown hair. He can be a bit loud, so . . . " He's not hard to detect at all, which makes this even worse.

The silence stretches a little longer because she's not quite sure if he has something else to say, but when it's clear that he doesn't, she hmms. "Maybe he's just moving around a bit."

She half-turns her body to glance back at the crowd. Not that redheads would be hard to spot in the crowd, but if he was as tiny as Hubert here...well, that would pose a bit of a problem. Hmm.

"Why don't we go look for hiim then?"

He hates to impose on her, but he doesn't have much of an option when he's failed spectacularly on his own. At any rate, Rise's offer is like a beam of hope for him, exaggerated as that may be.

"Okay."

She holds out her hand for him to take— it wouldn't do for either of them to get lost while looking for the other, after all. Let's go, Hubert!

Slowly and sheepishly, he takes her hand. He'll pretty much let her drag him around since he's done his own rounds already. Rise probably has a better idea of where to go, anyway.

Oooh, not really, Hubert. The cafeteria's pretty wide, but what you see is basically what you get, except that Rise's a wee bit taller and can see past most people's heads. Whether they find Asbel, however, is a different story...