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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[handing]

Yeah, Pepper had that suspicion. Which is why she was going to wait to follow him out of the kitchen. Otherwise he'd have a clear shot at the cabinet.

"Good. After you then."

[alloys]

Hmm. He'll have to get back to that later. At present...

"As you wish, Miss Potts." He turned back toward the dining room.

[handing]

Luckily for Tony, he'd have plenty of opportunity; being a good host meant she couldn't guard the cereal cabinet.

She headed back out with him, favoring Tony with a grin now that they'd settled that matter.

"Having a good time so far?"

[alloys]

"You could say that." Which is as good as saying yes, he is. But that'd be too direct, wouldn't it? "And yourself?"

[handing]

Of course.  There are precious few things that Tony ever said directly, and those were usually reserved for when they were alone.  Right now?  Definitely not alone.
 
“I am.”  Cereal debacle aside, and even Pepper had to admit (deep down) that it had been fun.  It was a stupid argument like countless others they’d had before, and it was normal.  Something other than Tony treating Pepper like she was delicate and fragile, which, don’t get her wrong, had been nice for a while.  But this was pretty good too.

[alloys]

It was shockingly normal - it hadn't gone overlooked by him, either. And it was nice. Simpler than the mess things had been in recent weeks, but at least they had more or less returned to normal. He'd never been so okay with the concept of 'normal' before.

"Good. So - should we be taking bets on how long it is before something gets broken? I'm surprised we've lasted this long, to be honest."

[handing]

“We might as well, now that you’ve practically guaranteed it’s going to happen.”  Really Tony?  Does pushing their luck just come naturally, or does it take effort on his part?  Of course, Pepper had prepared for it by putting away most of the breakable things; with this crowd, it’d be pretty foolish not to.
 
“Maybe the real question isn’t when though.  It could be a matter of who.”  Especially as more people came in and indulged in food and alcohol alike.  “So what are we betting, exactly?  And no, putting out the cereal isn’t on the table, nor is it going to be.”

[alloys]

It's natural, of course. He has quite the habit of pushing things beyond where they should be pushed. It's not his fault, honest. He just has that affect on people!

"Who depends on if alcohol is involved." Because any of them would be more accident-prone if slightly intoxicated. "If you won't bet the cereal - which you should - maybe turkey carving rights, then."

[handing]

It was completely Tony’s fault, and Pepper blamed him for it because he deserved it.

“What happened to your faith in the democratic process?” First Tony was willing to rely on the will of the people, and now he wanted to gamble. Seriously, sometimes he was hopeless. “Carving rights is good. Alcohol is unavoidable, but it doesn’t count if you’re the one that gets them drunk.” She was wise to his tricks. Pepper looked at Tony, silently questioning if he agreed to the terms.

[alloys]

"I just like to encourage the party-going atmosphere. It's a lot easier to do that when alcohol is involved."

[handing]

“Oh please.  You would absolutely get someone drunk to win a bet and you know it.”  She raised an eyebrow at him, almost daring him to say she was wrong.
 
“I’m not saying alcohol can’t be involved.  Just that you can’t be the one giving it to them.  Or encouraging them to drink.”

[alloys]

He raised a defensive hand. "Fine, fine. But - I won't need that to win. Any or all of these bets."

[handing]

“We’ll see.” Pepper wouldn’t be gambling with him if she didn’t think she had a chance, after all.

She looked around at the people already there, trying to decide just who seemed the most accident prone. “Do you have someone in mind already?”

[alloys]

"My money's on the big guy. Ben Grimm. He's just a smashed vase waiting to happen."

No offense, Ben.

[handing]

Well, Tony probably wasn’t wrong.  But would Ben be first?
 
“Kurt.”  Pepper looked a little guilty when she said it, because it did feel a bit mean.  “He’s very sweet, but he also seems awkward.”

[alloys]

"I don't know. He can teleport. He could cause an accident and we might not even be the wiser."

[handing]

“Doesn’t that just improve your chances?” Although even with that particularly useful ability, Pepper didn’t think Kurt would really be able to hide it if he broke something. He seemed fairly open in the conversation they’d had before.