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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[wildbluevagner]

He deliberated with himself. But ultimately Kurt decided that even with the people from home, one person whom he considered family, and people who already knew his real form from his previous stay, he was going to have his image inducer turned on for the feast. He pays little mind to it with how excited he is; Kurt is all over this Thanksgiving business. So much that he actually does prepare some dishes himself, bringing the sauerkraut (he thought it would be expected from the German guy) and chunky cranberries. Not the most professionally prepared, but hey, they were made with love.

During the festivities, Kurt is both angel and demon. He is most likely to lead the others in prayer when the feast begins... and possibly the one to insist they stop to pray before eating, spit that out Tony. But before the festivities begin, he's sneaky as can be, trying to snatch some samples while waiting in agonizing hunger for that turkey. He'll try to snatch himself a beer or two as well. And as the festivities tie down and the turkey has been stripped bare, Kurt Wagner spends some time on the couch in an food coma. Don't trip over the invisible tail.

[touchofrogue]

More people, more desserts than food... fortunately, they still have some time to prepare. This was why she wanted Kurt to come with her. "Hey, Kurt! BAMF over ta the grocery store an' get me some butternut squash and string beans, would ya?"

[wildbluevagner]

He took his mouth out of a roll he was appetizing himself with to answer her. "A job for me? Do I get a tip?"

[touchofrogue]

"Sure," she smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was a very clear 'listen to me if you know what's good for you' smile. "If you wanna be able to eat any more of those rolls you're snipin', you'll do as I say."

[wildbluevagner]

He sheepishly holds the roll's remains over to the side. There is definitely no need to inspire the wrath of the Bringer of Turkey. "Butternut squash and string beans, you say?"

[touchofrogue]

"Might as well get some more crescent rolls while you're at it. And some brown sugar." She paused a moment to assess Kurt. "Do you need me ta write it down?"

[wildbluevagner]

A blank stare and a blink. "Maybe." And then he smirks. "After all, I'm sure you'll think of another five things by the time you write those down."

[touchofrogue]

"Keep it up, wise guy," Rogue grumbled as she went to retrieve a piece of paper and a pen. "I'm sure you'd love ta be the person who volunteers ta eat last."

[wildbluevagner]

"Hey, hey, I'm just saying! Don't starve the delivery boy."

[not_a_troll]

When Kurt sits down on one side of the couch, Loki is sitting on the other side, poking at a piece of Ben's pumpkin pie. He recognizes the other because of his odd praying habits and cutting prayers off in favor of food.

And wasn't that gross sour food his? Now who would bring such a dish to a feast of Thanksgiving?

"Do refrain from unnecessary sour food next time, yes?" Loki says while looking at the other guy. "It has been quite gross."

[wildbluevagner]

Kurt is too stuffed past capacity to deal with this right now. He tries burying his face in a pillow and then looks up at the odd kid.

"Hey, don't diss the kraut! If you can't handle it, go for something else."

[not_a_troll]

"I am very sure no one has been able to handle The Kraut," Loki answers. "It is a most vile dish. Even giving it a cool name like 'the kraut' won't be sufficient. It still tastes utterly gross."

He taps his fingers against his chin.

"Aye, I am dissing the kraut, yes?"

[wildbluevagner]

"You are. Totally uncool, little dude."

[not_a_troll]

Oh, Loki definitely disagrees with that and he straightens while sitting, raising both eyebrows.

"Not at all. You are the one bringing disgusting dishes to this house, that makes you even more totally uncool. As in totally uncool times infinity.

You cannot beat infinity. Thus I have won."

[wildbluevagner]

Kurt remains curled up with a pillow, groaning. "No fair, you can't use infinity! And it's not like anybody made you eat it. I haven't heard any other complaints!"

[not_a_troll]

"Oh yes I can!" Loki replies, watching how the other has curled himself up around a pillow. "I have just done so to guarantee my victory and thus making you the most uncool person inside this dwelling."

He crosses his arms because the matter of being cool or uncool is business of a very serious kind.

"My complaint counts for two normal complaints, you see?"

[wildbluevagner]

"But it's a very uncool move to make," he says with a light smirk. "And I'd say your complaints count more for negative two complaints."

[handing]

"Interesting drink choice."

Kurt hasn't made it far from the drink table when Pepper notices just what she's got in his hand. Honestly, she doesn't necessarily mind letting some of the older teens try alcohol--in moderation, and with supervision. So there's no anger in her voice, but Pepper's careful to hide her amusement too. It's not good if Kurt thinks he can just get away with it.

[wildbluevagner]

Time for a nervous laugh. He holds up the red cup that he's poured beer into (because red cups are of course universally available whenever one needs to pour any alcoholic beverage while underage) as if it is a foreign object. "What, this? Oh, it's... not what it looks like!"

[handing]

"It's not, huh?" Pepper walks over, giving the contents an appraising glance, as if she doesn't know full well just what's inside. "Then just what is it?"

[wildbluevagner]

Kurt attempted to sidle his cup to the side, as if this would deter her.

"Would you believe... soda? A kind that's... from another world?"

[handing]

Pepper just raised an eyebrow. She was neither deterred nor convinced, and she waited in silence for him to try again. Maybe the truth this time?

[wildbluevagner]

"Would you believe I'm really an adult, and acting like a witty teen is my special power?"

[handing]

“At this point, I’m not sure you should be claiming ‘wity.’”  Translation?  No.  Pepper holds out a hand expectantly.  “Nice try.”

[wildbluevagner]

He sighs, defeated and tries to hand over the cup. "Go ahead, sink my Battleship."