Happy Happy Turkey Day

[handing]

Who: Marvel people plus friends. I'm not even attempting to make this list out.
What: Marvelsgiving!
When: November 22, 2012
Where: House 49
Summary: It's Thanksgiving. There's a meal and socializing. Also fun.
Rating: PG, PG-13 max? A kid got invited to this.
Considering how last minute all of this had been, Pepper was actually pretty satisfied with how things were turning out. Rogue had shown up early with helpers in tow, immediately setting to work in the kitchen. The house had been filled with delicious aromas shortly thereafter, and Pepper busied herself with the other details until guests started to arrive--at which point part of her job became keeping people out of the kitchen, per Rogue's orders.

The set up was straightforward: the dining room table was used to hold the assorted dishes, where people could fix themselves plates. A similar set up with drinks (although please, don't give alcohol to the children). Chairs set out for people to sit, since there were too many to even attempt a traditional sit down dinner. But that was fine by Pepper, who made her way through the group, making sure everyone was happy, or at least not destroying part of her house.

Better safe than sorry, with this crowd.



(ooc: post! mingle! include whatever dish your character brought for the potluck and wait for them to be judged. and as always, have fun.)

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[touchofrogue]

It was certainly different this year - two years in, where last year she'd been so determined that no one should be alone for the holidays, this year... she'd practically not noticed it was holiday season until Pepper had said something.

This place could really mess with your head.

Making a potluck in someone else's house was a bit nerve-wracking, so she'd spent a considerable amount of time yesterday just setting up for the feast, and what she considered Thanksgiving Essentials. She'll be handling the turkey and stuffing, and set some yams on boil just in case they don't get sufficient sides - she can always drizzle brown sugar and maple syrup over them if the other side dishes prove insufficient. (Also, peeling and slicing yams is something she can safely entrust to accomplices, should she not be able to get rid of all of them. Also, rolling those fake crescent rolls? Yeah, that could be a job for someone else.)

Most importantly though, she will be handling the pies. Mississippi Mud Pie, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and apple pie, to be precise. Do not attempt to steal the pie before it's time. It will not go well for you.

During most of the meet and greet, she'll be found with an apron covering her outfit in the kitchen, evaluating what's brought to the table and tweaking it if necessary... and also shooing people out. Go! Mingle! Look, there is cheese and crackers.

After dinner is successfully put on the table (she will need to find someone to carve the turkey, she is nervous about that turkey, no one meal should depend so entirely on one thing), and dinner is eaten, Rogue is planning on just quietly relaxing and interacting with a few people. She may even find her way into a peaceful corner with a glass of cider. Feel free to interrupt and interact at any time!

[widows_kiss]

Natasha peeks her head in the kitchen, taking a moment to savor the scents that make a pleasant mix in the air. It's easy to see that Rogue has pretty much the entire process seemingly under control, but preparing a feast for this many people seems like a daunting task, especially to Natasha.

"Hey," she speaks in greeting, a smile flitting across her lips. "It smells amazing in here. I'm impressed. Do you need another set of hands for anything or would you rather I just stay out from underfoot?"

[touchofrogue]

Rogue glanced over to Natasha and smiled, "Hey yourself. An' thanks."

She glanced over the organized chaos her borrowed kitchen. "I think I've got it for now..." her expression turned impish. "How are you at guard duty?"

[widows_kiss]

Natasha met Rogue's gaze with a smirk, a matching impishness in bright green eyes. "Oh, I think I can manage that. Something in particular you had in mind?"

[touchofrogue]

Excellent. Rogue was more than happy to take Natasha into her confidence in this matter.

"The pies," she said, pointing to the pairs of them. "Tony's already tried ta make off with one once."

[widows_kiss]

"Of course he did. It's Tony." Natasha rolls her eyes, although she looks bemused at this. "I'll keep an eye out for him, and anyone else who's looking to get in the way."

[touchofrogue]

"Thank you," Rogue's relief was genuine. It was a hard enough to get everything together and hopefully warm and not burnt or raw or anything at the same time without having to guard the dessert at the same time.

And then she grinned a little bit, "I think I'd like ta see 'em try."

Yeah, she's really, really not worried about anyone getting past the Black Widow. "Watch out, though, Kurt teleports."

[widows_kiss]

"Teleports?" Natasha echoes, arching an eyebrow. She waves a hand in the air in curious skepticism. "As in... poof?"

[touchofrogue]

"Uh... 'bamf,' actually." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's the sound he makes right before he appears. Along with some smoke an' some sulfur - those are your best clues."

[handing]

When Rogue had arrived Pepper was already up and dressed, eager to get everything started. She smiled brightly when she opened the door to let the woman in.

"Great, you're here." Pepper was playing host but Rogue would be the star of the day, responsible for the bulk of the behind the scenes work. Honestly, the arrangement had sort of saved Pepper, who really had no idea what she'd been getting herself into. "Do you need help carrying anything, or unpacking?"

[touchofrogue]

Rogue passed a bag over to Pepper, "Here, you can take this, thanks. Kurt should be in an' out with the rest of what I need."

She had the turkey in the other bag. It was annoyingly heavy after carrying it here.

[handing]

One bag taken off Rogue's hands, Pepper led the way inside. "Okay. And of course you have free run of the kitchen, like we talked about." Which bore repeating, at least in Pepper's mind. Rogue seemed pretty focused from what she could tell, so maybe she'd already taken the idea to heart.

[touchofrogue]

"Thanks," Rogue said, shifting to shut the door behind her. She'd had a full pot of coffee already and was charged to go. "An' thanks for lettin' me help."

[handing]

"I'm pretty sure I should be thanking you. I hadn't exactly realized just how much went into the meal preparation aspect of this." Which is why Pepper would've felt more comfortable with a longer period of time. But the holiday had almost seemed to sneak up on everyone, Pepper included.

She set the bag on the counter once they got into the kitchen, then glanced at the other woman for further instruction.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue set down her bag and glanced around. "You wanna show me where ya keep your cooking-supplies?"

[handing]

"Of course." Thankfully Pepper had been the one to organize the kitchen, so things were kept in a pretty orderly system. She went over various cabinets and drawers, pointing out pots, pans, utensils, bowls, plates--whatever she thought Rogue might need.

After she finished, Pepper took another look around. "You know, I could put up labels, if that'd be easier for you? I have post-it notes." Pepper could only imagine things would be hectic, and she wanted to make things as simple as possible for Rogue.

[touchofrogue]

Cooking in someone else's kitchen was a strange adventure. Rogue shook her head a little sheepishly, "That might not be a bad idea, Pepper, thanks. I'll just start unpackin'..."

[alloys]

Do not attempt to steal the pie prematurely? Challenge accepted.

Tony walked casually into the kitchen - this is his house, after all - hoping to go entirely unnoticed picking up one of the Mississippi Mud Pies while Rogue's back was turned.

[touchofrogue]

Unfortunately for Tony, Rogue has a highly suspicious nature. And she couldn't exactly ignore when he'd walked into the room. Therefore, when he went to grab a pie - she aimed an apple core at the back of his head, only speaking after she'd let fly. "Hey! Hands off."

[alloys]

The apple core hit its mark, and he whirled around with a slightly startled look on his face. Damn. Caught red-handed. He didn't even get a chance to sink a fork into it.

"What? I'm appreciating your handiwork. Let it be appreciated the way intended: by eating it."

[touchofrogue]

Yeah, Rogue's having none of it. She leaned forward threateningly. "I will stick that fork someplace unfortunate if you don't back away, Tony Stark."

[alloys]

He lifted an eyebrow. "You are really damn serious about this pie business, aren't you?"

[touchofrogue]

She pointed a finger of accusation at him, "Don't you pretend like you're not. Go on - out."

[alloys]

"Are you open to bribes? Come on. Let's open negotiations here."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue made a 'be gone' motion with her hand, "Shoo."