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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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[analyzing]

[No reply! There's just this expectant look as she hands him the plate— pie, cheesecake, and basically, stuff with flaky pastry.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[But you can't hide the truth from him, Rise! He knows about the cheesecake...!]

I'm not going to eat all of this.

[He probably can't.]

[analyzing]

Eat a little of each then.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound very enjoyable.

[But he reaches for a plastic fork and looks down at his plate. He'll try to avoid the cheesecake as much as he can, so he starts with the pie. Mmm, pumpkin pie, you can never go wrong with that.]

[analyzing]

But you won't know till you try!

[Watching....

He's gonna have to eat it sometime. Don't be rude, Caesar!]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[He's tasting the pie, okay. Be patient.]

This is okay.

[analyzing]

[She made the Thanksgiving food here under Ginia's tutelage, you know. But go on, go on...]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[That doesn't necessarily mean it's safe!]

...you're not just going to stand here and watch me eat, are you?

[analyzing]

I'm waiting for feedback!

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

I don't like being watched while I eat. You should eat something, too.

[analyzing]

Never thought you were the shy type. Besides, I already ate.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

It doesn't have anything to do with being shy. It has to do with being stared at while you eat.

[analyzing]

I'm on a diet. [And that's that! She gestures at his plate.] Try the next one.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.]

Then I'll try it later.

The loss of my pout icon is terrible.

[analyzing]

Now you're just doing that to spite me.

At least this tragedy has been fixed!!

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Me, doing something out of spite? Don't be ridiculous.

[Cautiously, he cuts a piece of the cheesecake. He likes cheesecake, Rise, don't ruin it for him.]

And all my pretty icons!!

[analyzing]

[It's an innocent cheesecake! Just look at it!]

To annoy then. [But she watches anyway. Come on, come on...]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Too much effort.

[It's a very small piece of cheesecake that he has on his plastic fork, but there is no turning back now. Besides, such a tiny piece shouldn't cause him to go into a coma, right? Right. Hopefully.

He sticks the piece of dessert into his mouth and reluctantly bites into it. Hmm...]

[analyzing]

[It is actually delicious and not at all coma-inducing! She's even fed it to a little kid before.

................well?!]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[That poor child.

Caesar considers this for a moment. The fact that there hasn't been some kind of violent reaction is actually a bit worrisome.

...]

You didn't make this, did you?

[He knew that she had mentioned wanting to make cheesecake over the journals, but something isn't right...]

[analyzing]

It's good, isn't it?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

It's not bad.

[That's as close to a compliment as anyone's going to get. He still seems suspicious, though.]