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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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Pao-lin nods as she chews on a piece of turkey. "I got my powers when I was six years old. And I started training in kung fu the year before that, too."

He lets out a breath of awe. Training at five years old is intense. "I'm twice that age, but I haven't done much of anything . . . You're so dedicated."

"Ah, well, it was something I really wanted to do," she says. "I watched a lot of kung fu movies when I was little and I thought that what they were doing was pretty cool, so I tried doing it myself. My parents didn't like it at first, but then I almost broke my leg when I missed on a flying kick, so they said that I might as well learn how to do things the right way so I wouldn't hurt myself." She giggles.

"Movies?" he repeats curiously. He has no idea what that is, but he continues, "Um, I'm glad that you didn't break your leg. That would've been awfully painful." But boy, she has guts to rebel and do reckless things like that. It reminds him of Asbel.

Pao-lin hums as she takes a moment to think of how to explain movies to someone not familiar with them. "They're stories. That you watch."

Stories that you watch? Simple enough. He can immediately picture it. "Oh, so they're like performances or plays? I don't think I've ever seen anything that could be dangerous like that . . . "

"They're like plays, but...they're recorded on something so that you can watch it anytime and anywhere you want, as long as you have something to play it on." She smiles. "There's all kinds of movies, not just kung fu or martial arts ones. But those are my favorite to watch."

Now that's more difficult to picture, but he can use his imagination. Taking a moment to contemplate this, he finally declares, "You're really active, Pao-lin."

"Yeah, I like being active," she says. "It feels good to move around. It's partly why I like working for HeroTV!" Because then she's allowed to do things like play hopscotch across the tops of cars driving on the highway so she can catch up to fleeing criminals. (Yes. This seriously has happened.)

Pao-lin knows exactly what she wanted and wants, and at such a young age. Hubert's rather envious of her assertiveness. But who's he to be envious of a Hero? "It must be nice." Frank as his response is, he means it most sincerely.

Aaaand done with clearing out the turkey on her plate, along with half of the mashed potatoes! "Mm-hmm. But I probably can't be a Hero forever, so I have to figure out what else I want to do..."

"I'm sure it'll come to you. You did figure out what you wanted to do when you were five . . . " He pokes at what remains of his food with a fork.

"Well...not really. I got my powers when I was five, but I didn't really know about HeroTV until someone came to recruit me for it a couple of years later." Her cheerful expression fades a bit as she remembers her childhood. "Before that, I didn't think I was going to be good for anything..."

He panics a bit at the drop in cheeriness, hastily throwing in, "But you did turn out to be good for something. A lot of things!" Hubert calms. "That's what matters now, right?"

"Hmm...I guess you're right. I'll figure that out when I get to it." She's about to take a bite into a piece of cornbread when she seems to realize something. "Ah, I'm sorry, I've been talking all this time and haven't let you say anything!"

Hubert is staring down his plate when she apologizes, to which he blinks and looks up. He appears to shrink back at her words. "Well, I don't really have anything to share. I'm not an incredible Hero like you . . . "

Another moment of thought. "Well...you know how we're going to paint our favorite things from our own worlds on the mural in a couple of days? Tell me what you'd paint."

"I'm not sure . . . " He doesn't fancy himself an expert painter, which makes this all the more difficult. "Maybe I'll try the manor."

"The manor?" Have a Pao-lin gazing interestedly at you, Hubert.

He nods. "The manor in Lhant. It's where Brother and I live." Their home, in other words. Right now, anyway, and that tiny consolation prompts a small smile from him.

"I've never been to a manor before -- what's it like?"

"Well, ours is two floors, and it's pretty big. We share rooms, so there's a place for guests to stay. Um, there are also maids to clean and cook, and . . . " he trails off. It's such a normal thing for him that he has to think about what details might be out of the norm, especially when Pao-lin doesn't come from Lhant.

Pao-lin blinks. "You have maids to clean and cook? My parents do all that stuff...and I usually have to help out, too."

"I think it's a good skill to work on," he comments. "It's because Father's busy with Lhant and Mother has her own things, and they can get work that way." And considering his status, it's unsurprising that Aston would employ people to work in the household.

"What exactly do your parents do on the manor?" she asks. This is a completely new concept to her; she's only familiar with middle-class city living.

excuse me while I steal all of Hubert's non-Tales CR, I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.............

I COULD NEVER MIND . . .

this Hero is going to haunt him for the rest of his life if I have anything to say about it

I fully support this and intend to reciprocate.

He is gonna get trolled so hard by her and neither of them will be aware of it. XD

. . . that's hilariously sad, f-ffft.

He's the first (and currently only) character to be the target of Pao-lin's oblivious trolling. XD

Wow. Only he can manage that with his buttmonkey status. /sob

It's his fault for being so girly...or so serious. IDK, either one. XD

goshdarn it subject -- can it be her fault for being so boyish. ;3;

They can share the blame equally! Because sharing is what friends do. :D

Yes, I am all for this. Share the blame like good friends. c':

BLAME PARTY ALL AROUND! We'll have hats and streamers and FOOD.

FOOD EVERYWHERE, Pao-lin can eat 90% of it.

And then nag Hubert for not eating moar. "You'll get sick if you don't eat!"

Now that's not fair. "You can get sick if you eat too much, too . . . ;;"

No such thing as "too much food" for this gal. XD She really is a shonen hero(ine)...

Car hop scotching apparently eats up a ton of calories.

That, and comically missing the point. Hard work, yo.

So hard that it changes everything, eh.

It's practically another martial art to her. I swear she must train in it or something.

She should teach others how to do the same; we'd all love to hear the tips and tricks.

WELP guess we know what she's gonna do once she retires from being a Hero. :|b

. . . oh, there we go. YOUR LIFE IS ALL SET, PAO-LIN.

I can see the series now. "What the Fu: How to Completely Miss the Point!"