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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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[No Asbel, that food is awful. You don't want that food, you want this ice cream. Specifically, the ice cream being carried by a little girl in a cone who is heading in his direction.

...She doesn't seem to be noticing where she's going however as her eyes are closed and she's too busy laughing her head off to care.]

[No, he wants this food! Especially since Cheria neglected to feed him and sent him off to this party with Hubert instead!]

[Well too bad, he's getting this ice cream. Whilst running, she trips, falls, and sends the ice cream cone flying in his direction.

No using around step to avoid it. That's cheating.]

My ice cream! Noooo!!

[SPLAT! Right on his face! So cold!]

[Walking over to Asbel and staaaring at him, or specifically the ice cream stuck to his face now.]

...Can I have it back now?

[You got your ice cream... ...On my face. YOUR ICE CREAM IS ON MY FACE. Asbel plucks the cone off his face and stares at it. There's not really much ice cream left on it, since it's all on his face.]

[...Well she'll take the cone back and lick at what ice cream is left in it. Better than nothing.]

You have ice cream on your face. [The obvious has been stated. Wow, this is some good ice cream.]

Yeah, because you put it there! [He doesn't like wearing the ice cream.]

[It suits him so well.]

Ohhhh. I did? Whoops. [Lick, lick... Mmm, ice cream is good. Might want to get rid of that ice cream soon, it's melting everywhere and ewwww.]