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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[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."

[widows_kiss]

"Well, I think the sulfur would give something away, yes. But I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the warning." Natasha looks bemused, because honestly, she's interested in seeing this now, so she almost hopes he... bamf's in. Whatever that meant.

Either way, she settles into position nearby, leaning casually against a wall that allows her to keep out of everyone's way and yet have a perfect view of pretty much everywhere.

[touchofrogue]

"The smoke an' sulfur are more of an after-effect than anything--" Rogue's explanation was interrupted by the timer going off on the oven, and she quickly said "'scuse me," and hurried over to check on the potatoes. She'd decided to candy the butternut squash and turn the sweet potatoes into more of a souffle, and they were baking.