"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!]

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[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!

[complicatedliar]

[Loki pauses. He's had enough wine that he's feeling nice and relaxed, as close to truly sociable as he ever gets. And it's been a pleasant enough evening that he can't help but feel well disposed toward the mortals he's shared it with.

And it helps when some of those mortals are quite nice to look at, admittedly.

He smiles.]

You are most welcome. I know it's a bit... old, but I'd hoped it would be enjoyed.

[250mhzwabl]

All 'old' means is that it's bound to be good if it lasted this long.

[Jack finishes drying a plate and puts it up, jamming half the damp towel into his pocket at he turns entirely. Rapunzel really gets the most interesting people all gathered together. It must be related to the princess super-power that lets you summon adorable little creatures. Just . . . with mysterious and evidently magical strangers.

Which is brilliant, really. God. Where was this girl when he was in university. The parties would have been even better, he thinks to himself, looking at the little sphere again with a flushed smile. Like Hogwarts with cannabis.]

Does it play whatever you want?

[complicatedliar]

[Loki chuckles.] An excellent point.

And yes, it does, if limited by what I know.

[He tries to not notice the nice smile the mortal has going. Caution is important, which does not mix well with alcohol intake, come to think of it.]

[250mhzwabl]

[The eyebrow-lift and low whistle Jack gives is as much of an admiring rejoinder as any words he could summon up, and he leaves an appropriate moment of quiet in its wake. Then he offers his hand, before he can go on chattering for too much longer with Mr. Swoopy-Hair-And-Really-Fantastically-Nice-Voice.]

Don't believe we've been introduced. Jack Holden.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki looks at the hand for a moment as if he's not quite certain what to do with it. Then he clasps Jack's hand more as he's accustomed to warriors doing, grasping his wrist, bowing slightly as he does so.]

Loki. Well met, Jack.

[250mhzwabl]

[The handshake and accompanying bow catch Jack off-guard, gestures half-familiar as the syllables of his name. He finds himself returning the bow automatically, and it's not that he's really the type to go around bowing willy-nilly, just that there's just something awfully charismatic about Loki. Also, wine.]

Pleasure's all mine.

[complicatedliar]

Selfish of you, to keep it all to yourself. [Loki grins.]

[250mhzwabl]

[He replies mock-thoughtfully, though the hint of a teasing smile never quite leaves his expression.] Mm, it really is. Suppose you'll have to just find your own.

[complicatedliar]

[Oh my. Well, no harm in a bit of innocent flirting, right?]

Cruel. I don't know if I want to be associated with such a mean creature. [He grins.] Perhaps a dance, or will you leave me utterly bereft?

[250mhzwabl]

A dance.

[Jack almost laughs the words, but it's more incredulity than anything. He can certainly do things that are, in certain social arenas, called "dancing". But he has a feeling that Loki, with his classical music and high-diction vocabulary, will not be impressed with Rock Concert Movements #1-3.

At the same time, that's sort of the fun of it.]

"Bereft" is looking more and more likely, unless you're extremely good at leading.

[complicatedliar]

Oh, very good. [He may not have been much of a warrior compared to the Aesir, but he's an excellent dancer.] A small change of the music shall be called for, I think.

[He grins. He'll wait until the end of the piece and then switch it over. Beethoven deserves a certain amount of respect, mortal or not.]

[250mhzwabl]

[The short interval is nice - it gives Jack a chance to put away his towel, and finish the last of the wine in his glass.

Oh, and maybe getting to know the random good-looking man he is going to be dancing with would be a good idea too.]

So, Loki. Where were you before all this Luceti business?

[complicatedliar]

[Loki continues to work his way through his own glass. It will not be his last of the night.]

Most recently, Midgard. Before that, mostly Asgard. Yourself?

[250mhzwabl]

[Midgard. Midgard. What is that, German? Jack really wants to ask, but-

-Asgard. The far more recognizable title clicks into place in Jack's head and pulls him up short. He'd think it was just an odd front, the entire mythological theme, but Jack has spent all morning making food with his neighbour the Disney Princess. If the man with the floating music-ball says he is Loki, odds are fair that he is not actually lying. The surprised recognition plays visibly across his face, and delays his response.]

. . . England. Ah. Northwest of London-?

[complicatedliar]

[A, finally the sign of recognition. He tilts his wine glass a little in acknowledgement. ]

I'm not all that familiar with England, I'm afraid. Though I do know of London.

[250mhzwabl]

Being familiar wouldn't matter here, as much. [Jack gets over being starstruck, little by little, and he'd be a liar if he said the established foundation of "flirting and dance impending" didn't help.] There has to be at least a dozen Englands between all the worlds this town draws from.

[complicatedliar]

Come to think of it, England's one of the bits the vikings often set fire to, correct? I thought it was familiar. [He laughs.] Though presumably in the murky depths of history.

[He glances up.] Ah, and the end of the piece. Something a bit more dance-worthy... [And the music switches over to something with pipes and lyres, with drums providing a driving beat.]

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack is about to clarify that the main Scandinavian menace facing England in the modern age is financial primacy and terrible Swedish pop, but the music changes before he can manage. The tune is anything but what he'd expected, not a waltz or Latin-esque rhythm but something very . . . old. Earthy. Exciting, vaguely, though he does not have the first idea of what kind of dance matches it.]

This . . . you dance to this? [He grins quizzically at the little music-light, then back at Loki.]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki laughs.] I ask the same thing of your music all the time.

[He reaches down and takes Jack's hands.] 'tis a quick dance, but a relatively easy one. [And with care, he starts going through the steps. He's used to leading, so it's more letting Jack know which way to expect to have to follow.]

[250mhzwabl]

[Loki leads with conviction and a surprising amount of strength; following is ultimately easy, as long as one doesn't think too much before one moves. It's the perfect activity to engage in after drinking a bit, doubly so for Jack, who's always been able to lose himself in a strong rhythm and bright notes. The steps really are relatively simple, and Jack laughs delightedly with the first direction change he anticipates and moves with, squeezing Loki's hands as he springs out into the next set of steps.]

[complicatedliar]

[Since Jack's enjoying himself, Loki enjoys himself. While there are fun ways to subtly harass or torment one's partner while dancing, he's not really in the mood for those kind of games tonight. He just wants fun, and this is certainly very fun.

He grins as he dances, squeezes Jack's hands back, and laughs.]