"but thanksgiving is more than eating, chuck;"

[gleamed]

Who: Residents of CH7 and anyone else who wants to come!
What: Thanksgiving!
When: Thursday, November 22!
Where: Dining area on the first floor of CH7!
Summary: Rapunzel has discovered a hodgepodge of what Thanksgiving is about, and so she has decided to throw a big dinner for anyone who wants to come!
Rating: T for Turkey
If they had Thanksgiving back in her world, Rapunzel had absolutely no knowledge about it, and even after spending over half a year in Luceti, she was still a little hazy on the details of various holidays. However, she loved an occasion to celebrate, and what she'd learned about Thanksgiving so far was certainly something worth celebrating: a day to share good food with friends new and old, and express your thanks for the wonderful things in your life? Sounds perfectly fantastic to her. So she decided to make the most of it.

She starts cooking in the kitchen on the first floor of CH7 nearly at the break of dawn, filling the building with enticing aromas throughout the day. If that's not enough to draw people out, she takes a moment between dishes to make a village-wide invite to the dinner on the journal. She even makes a sign to set in the window of the bakery, apologizing for the unscheduled closing and directing any interested parties to the nearby CH7 for promised good times and delicious food.

Of course, she would love to have anyone bring a dish if they so desire - there's only so much cooking one can do, even if they are a Disney princess! She'd love some help in the kitchen, too.

At the dinner itself, attendants can expect to find many of the traditional Thanksgiving dishes - turkey, mashed potatoes, vegetables, casseroles, stuffing, rolls, yams, et cetera. Of course, there are a few completely out-of-place dishes as well: popcorn, jelly beans, toast, pretzels. Where on earth could she have gotten the idea for food like that? It is a mystery. For dessert, there will be an impressive line up of pies of various flavors, pumpkin roll, pumpkin bread, cupcakes decorated as turkeys, cookies, and so forth.

So, come on in, meet some friends new and old, and most of all, be thankful!



[ooc: This log is open to anyone who wants to go to a Thanksgiving dinner but may not have a place to go! As mentioned, Rapunzel made an announcement on the journal earlier in the day inviting anyone who wants to to come, as well as set a sign up in the bakery directing people to CH7. This is basically a free-for-all mass log, so have fun, bring a dish, carve some turkey, do whatever!]

Comments

[complicatedliar]

[For someone who looks innocent, Rapunzel is an evil genius and champion arm twister. Which is why Loki is here, feeling completely bemused at the entire situation.

So much for staying home, reading, and directing the occasional sneer at the world for their silly little feast that he totally didn't want to go to anyway.

He doesn't bring a dish, not being much of a cook, but if pressed into service he can help out competently. Anyone that can do chemistry as well as Loki can cook just fine if they can be bothered and are given detailed directions.

Also, noticing the distressing lack of music he provides some in the form of a glowing ball of light that plays music. It's only things that he's familiar with, but it's decent enough background as long as you don't mind instrumental and classical. And after feasting is done - he mostly just picks at his food and watches everyone else eat - he might see if anyone is interested in dancing.]

[250mhzwabl]

[The meal is winding down - as much as a large, catch-all operation like it can - and Jack is seeing to a few of the dishes before the ziggurat in one half of the large sink can overflow. He's also had enough wine to find this task oddly enjoyable, and is swaying and bopping his head contentedly as he hums along . . . to Beethoven.

Yes, he's had enough wine to be feeling awfully thankful - and he expresses that as the man responsible for their current sound system (glowing and otherworldly sound system, but he's not going to judge, it takes all sorts) passes by.]

Hey - nice music, thanks!

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb's happy he came to the festivities! He was able to bring a pie of his own, eat some really good food and enjoy himself. But now that he's full, his attention is more on that music. The artist finds classical music to be very relaxing, so he soon finds himself closing his eyes and humming along to the best of his ability.]

[sugarglitch]

[Guess who else is in the party, Loki!]

Lord Prissyfeathers!

[stillplaying]

[She's trying. She's trying her best to be friendly, to be social like she would be if he were still here. It's not easy. Most of the hours are spent alone in her house, except when she's out hunting or at guitar lessons. But she's trying. And because of those desperate attempts, she had let Rapunzel talk her into joining.

Unlike Peeta, she can't bake. She won't disgrace his memory by trying. But she's not a bad cook. And it had been surprisingly easy to catch a few squirrels this morning, harvest the necessary tubers and roots, and spend the day slow cooking a hearty stew.

Said stew has been placed on the table with the rest of the food and for the rest of the evening, she spends her time observing on the outskirts. Still trying. Still not really certain on interacting with Rapunzel's other guests.]

[gleamed]

[Katniss can expect an abrupt hug from Rapunzel as soon as she's spotted.]

Katniss! It's so good to see you!

[complicatedliar]

[Loki prefers to keep to himself, but he may as well use the opportunity to meet new people and make new contacts. Something might be useful or interesting. And otherwise, he's just going to slowly nurse his way through every bottle of of wine he can find.

And he was a prince. He's well-practiced at the socializing game, and the bit that requires moving around a feast and greeting everyone. Really, this is less burdensome because it's a smaller feast than he's ever seen before. Which is fine.

He eventually circulates over to Katniss.]

I don't believe we've met, have we?

[open to CR old and new!]

[250mhzwabl]

[Waking at first light is a hard habit to break. Even with a sleep schedule that in all other regards has remained fluid to the point of non-existence, Jack is used to morning being the time when the roaming packs of undead settle and their long-carrying cries fade at last, when the night-time defensive shifts give way to the bustle of Abel Township in the daytime. So he's awake not long after the sun is up, and living across from the kitchen, it doesn't take long for the smell to reach him - him, and his food-loving partner.

It's more or less inevitable that Jack spends the day in inglorious toil - hauling groceries from the store, peeling and chopping produce, and every other piece of unskilled labour Eugene and their charming royal friend can dream up. He's open to chattering while he works (almost inevitably decked out in bandanna and apron as per Eugene's Food Safety Matters lecture), and adopted holiday or no, he has every intent to stuff himself stupid at the meal afterwards.]

[deadpoet]

[Spike on the other hand was a nocturnal creature. So he had the happy excuse of sleeping through most of the hard work, only to show up when most of it was already done. So he arrives having contributed absolutely nothing. Lucky him.

He does overhear Jack saying something at one point, probably reporting on the dishes to the tiny hairy girl in charge, and Spike can at least recognize the accent. Which, of course, he can't help but comment on.]

Oxbridge, right? [It carries with it the sort of accusatory 'look at the ponce' tone to it. His own accent is very much a crasser, lower class North London accent.

[gonnawreckit]

[Thanksgiving. That was a day he mostly knew of as one of those holidays when the arcade was closed. He heard that it had to do with performing Duck Hunts, but with turkeys and eating them. But now he'd get to see what it was like firsthand.

Wow. This game really seems intent on simulating the world outside the arcades.

Regardless, he shows up with Vanellope in tow, with a basket of sugary cookies for dessert. Ralph managed to bake them, and Vanellope took care of the frosting; but if anyone asks, he'll say the girl made them all herself. Afraid of breaking a chair, Ralph winds up bringing over a couch from the apartment and eats there - taking very large servings of all the food but very satisfying ones, too. Man. Even the food here's high definition.]

[gleamed]

[He could bake??? This is an interesting development. Rapunzel zips right over to direct him where to set the basket.]

I'm so glad you could make it, Ralph! Did you make these? They look great!

[sugarglitch]

[Vanellope periodically zips through the apartment, bothering various types of people all throughout the party, but she always ends up blitzing her way back to Ralph. Usually to get a cookie or two, grinning cockily up at her friend before disappearing off to who-knows-were.

This time though, she appears in a flurry of pixels atop his head. She has a half eaten pretzel between her lips, and a fresh one in her hand.]

The food here is really somethin' else, huh, Ralph? [She dangles the fresh pretzel in front of his eyes.]

[deadpoet]

Since Spike had returned from his own mission to find Drusilla gone, he'd moved into Building 7. As a man with strange hours, he hadn't actually met too many of the fellow tenants. Today would be a first.

Spike likely had a prior engagement with Buffy and her pals for Turkey day. The holiday meant little to Spike, but hell, he did like the food. And a second Thanksgiving feast was nothing to turn his nose up at. So despite not bringing anything himself or dressing himself up in any way, Spike can be found perusing the available dishes. Just as long as he didn't eat too much. It was no good showing up elsewhere already full. At the same time, he didn't have a lot of faith that Buffy would be putting together a feast quite like this either. So. Eating a little couldn't hurt.

[eightlazylegs]

Oh fuck yes food.

Hermes is up on the table fumbling with the serving utensils. He is somewhat more omnivorous than most of his species due to their unique environment, and sweet potatoes do break up the routine of flesh-of-lesser-creatures. His plate is piled high with turkey and vegetables already.

But spoons are proving difficult. "Serve potatoes," he says, poking at the nearest set of opposable thumbs.

[gleamed]

Won't he just be absolutely tickled to find out his next door neighbor is one of his favorite people in all of Luceti?

Rapunzel was a little worried when she saw him arrive at the dinner, but she was willing to give him a second chance. He didn't have one of those death sticks this time, so maybe he wouldn't be so surly. A girl can hope, right?

"H-hello! Good to see you again, Spike!"

[eightlazylegs]

Hermes doesn't understand this human custom of sharing food with others. The Boss occasionally had parties but never lavish Thanksgiving dinners, he usually left the house for those. When Hermes had food, he kept it until he either ate it or it spoiled. When the human with all the hair put out a notice that there would be freely available food in large quantities, Hermes almost suspected a trap. It was too good to be true...but then again humans were stupid that way.

There seemed to be some kind of food-related passcode going on, which will hopefully ward off possible humanwrath and knives. Hermes enters the kitchen rolling two cans of corn in front of him.

Yes, just corn. You don't expect him to cook, do you?

"Where is food? Eat now?" He does not see the large turkey promised to him by television.

[z_jay]

Initially the first joke he thought of when spotting this... octopus flailing and talking was that it figured he would stumble on the guy with extra legs. He hadn't meant to approach him directly but while helping Rapunzel serve her feast he happened, by chance, to roll on over.

Doing a double-take twice-over he stopped midway, food in hands and looking utterly baffled.

"...Please don't be offended, but it might be dangerous for you to be here given all the food around." Forgive him if he was wrong, but typically octopus was not a preferred delicacy at Thanksgiving. Though he never did know, things around Luceti were not the norm.

But for the moment he would give the benefit of the doubt.

[hero_of_smiles]

[Sharing food with others and making friends? Now that's a holiday Cross can get behind. While in the non magical world they had this holiday, Cross never truly got to experience it, if only because he lived in the magical world. Even though it was meant for family and friends to get together and have a good time, and he had neither here at the moment, it'd be okay to make new friends, right?

He just moved into the building a few days ago and he had just received the open invitation for dinner like everyone else did. Seeing as it'd probably be polite to bring something to share with everyone he stopped by the bakery...and has essentially brought a dozen loaves of bread with him. Each one stacked on top of each other as he makes his way into the party.]

Ummm, excuse me? Anyone mind telling me where I can put these?

[gleamed]

[Nearly as soon as he's entered and asked his question, Rapunzel will be hustling over to make sure he's got a place for those loaves of bread.]

Right over here! [She clears sizable space for them on the table.]

[talentsgirl]

[Molly is not a resident of C7. But she can't cook worth a damn and is missing her family and all that the holiday season represents like an almost physical ache. So here she is, in all her 5"9-5"10 tattooed glory, hair dyed green and blue, tips of her wings dyed dark purple, and in a neat little dress that shows off her curves while retaining a semblance of modesty. She brings a platter of fresh vegetables and store-bought hummas, because she can at least manage that.

And who wants to miss a dinner thrown by a Disney princess anyway!

Molly will be very interested in meeting new people, almost too much so. She will also be avoiding looking into anyone's eyes for any specific length of time. Man, she misses home.]

[gleamed]

[Rapunzel recognizes her from the few times they've talked, and Molly will be greeted warmly and shown a place for her offering at the table when she arrives.]

I didn't even THINK of a veggie tray! Thank you for bringing these!

[savarin]

Mister Savarin was most definitely not a resident of Community House 7, but the food was so spectacular that he was considering moving in. He'd brought a dish of his own, a thick and hearty seafood stew, just so he could feel slightly better about trying a little of everything else.

Including the popcorn and jelly beans.

He waddled almost drunkenly through the crowd, stomach visibly distended, fully-loaded plates in each hand. Clearly, Red was having a good time; he'd never heard of this Thanksgiving holiday before, but he was definitely thankful it existed. Hopefully they'd need to foist the leftovers off onto someone...

Until then, though, he busied himself with wandering the celebration, seeing who's who and what who's eating.

[gleamed]

Rapunzel is keeping an eye on all of her guests, including the unfamiliar ones - and this fellow was certainly unfamiliar. And very dog-like. It catches her off guard for a moment, but then again, she's friends with talking pink ponies. This isn't any odder of a sight than that!

So she crosses over to greet him. "Hello! I'm glad you could make it to Community House Seven's First Annual Thanksgiving Dinner! I'm Rapunzel."

[rashness]

[So Rin came over here with Shiemi and Izumo because they all wanted to make some more friends and they saw an advertisement for it by the Bakery. And really, Rin did not intend to do any cooking here, he really just intended to show up, eat, hopefully make some friends, and bolster his and the girls' moods. Even if it's apparently some American harvest festival(?) he's never heard of.

But.

He's Rin.

Inevitably, Rin ends up in the kitchen. In his need to be helpful, he's going to end up being a busy-body and helping to finish up some last minute adjustments to dishes, help with preparing new "as it comes" stuff, and generally just involve himself in the whole cooking process either until it's done or someone kicks him out.

After that though, he'll be sitting and eating (probably not as much as Shiemi) after doing some snacking in between there and generally trying to chat up people. Still, he probably stands out both for his tail and that he's never setting down the sword bundle on his back]

[gleamed]

[With Rin in the kitchen, he will inevitably bump elbows with Rapunzel, who is eternally cooking up a storm. An extra pair of hands is certainly helpful, and he seems to know what he's doing, which is always a boon.

So soon after he arrives, Rapunzel will stop to properly greet and thank him.]

Thanks for helping out! I'm Rapunzel, by the way. What's your name?

[origami_ninja]

[After some deliberating, Konan decided to show up after all. A holiday devoted to giving thanks for what one has and for sharing food with others seems like a nice idea - a peaceful one.

She even comes bearing food - stir fried vegetables mixed in with noodles in a large bowl.]

[gleamed]

[When Konan arrives with her bowl in hand, Rapunzel zips right over to her with a eye to help her find a place on the table for it.]

Hello, Konan! I'm so glad to see you here!

[shamelessness]

[Shiemi came along with Rin, but she didn't bring anything to share. Why? Well the last food thing she tried to make almost choked Gold, so here she is to just enjoy people's company. Hopefully people won't mind she's having at least one of everything though. The girl eats almost like a shounen hero, so feel free to take notice. She won't be stuffing her face like a pig, but any plate she has will be piled high.]

[gleamed]

[Rapunzel does indeed notice Shiemi's ambitious eating habits. It's almost inspirational, really.]

I take it you're enjoying the dinner?

[bossybrows]

[Izumo got dragged along with Rin and Shiemi, but isn't being particularly social--kind of defeating the purpose of coming, really. She's keeping to herself, trying to sit somewhere away from as many people as possible with a small plate of food.

Care to approach the party pooper?]

[gleamed]

[Not being social? Okay, that's cool. Rapunzel has a PhD in socializing with people who aren't social, so she'll approach Izumo with a tray of orange rolls and offer one to her.]

Would you like one?

THIS IS SO TOTALLY LATE I'M SORRY BUT I CAN'T RESIST RAPUNZEL

[fallenchosen]

[Zelos couldn't turn away from the smell that lingered to his floor. When he went down to see what it was, he was shocked. Where did all this food come from? It smelled delicious. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten so eating a little wouldn't hurt.

However, Zelos' attention wanders off to all this... hair. And it's... beautiful! It looks so soft, silky and smooth. He thought he had a lot of hair. With a biscuit in his mouth, he'll be walking around and trying to find the owner of all this beautiful hair.]