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♛ princess rapunzel. ([personal profile] gleamed) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2012-11-22 12:28 pm

"but thanksgiving is more than eating, chuck;"

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!]
deadpoet: (Are you serious?)

[personal profile] deadpoet 2012-11-23 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] eightlazylegs 2012-11-23 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
deadpoet: (Is that right?)

[personal profile] deadpoet 2012-11-23 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike found himself staring at the talking octopus. Blink.

Well, he'd seen stranger things.

"Some feast this is. The calamari's talking back."
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[personal profile] eightlazylegs 2012-11-23 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Hermes reaches for the spoon again, trying to encourage the human towards correct procedure.

"Am guest. Give potatoes." Potatoes, human creature. Not idle banter. Another tentacle is already guiding some turkey towards his mouth.
deadpoet: (Chilling)

[personal profile] deadpoet 2012-11-26 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine, potatoes." Spike scooped some up and plopped them on a plate with absolutely no elegance. "There. Happy now? Bloody hell, you don't live on this floor, do you?"
eightlazylegs: A brown octopus crawling up a rock (Default)

[personal profile] eightlazylegs 2012-11-27 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No. Live in bathtub." Live on the floor, what kind of silly thing did the human think he was? A dog?

Hermes crawled back a few inches and began attempting to eat the mashed potatoes. While his chewing was hardly dainty, his tentacles were delicate about separating each piece and escorting it to his mouth.
deadpoet: (Bloody hell)

[personal profile] deadpoet 2012-11-27 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very cute. If I ever find you in mind, I'll make a casserole of you."

Delicate or not, Spike found the display disgusting to watch.
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[personal profile] deadpoet 2012-11-27 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He realized she lived on this floor only shortly after getting his stuff moved over.

He'd almost picked up and left again.

"Hi princess. Before I start eating, are you planning to let me do so or will you start plucking turkey out of my mouth?"
deadpoet: (Casual)

[personal profile] deadpoet 2012-11-29 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well isn't that a relief. Here I was worried I'd be picking princess fingers out of my teeth."

He wasn't smiling. But he wasn't scowling either, which was certainly an improvement.
deadpoet: (Give it a rest)

[personal profile] deadpoet 2012-11-30 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, well, frying pan, is it? I'll be on my best behavior then, won't I?"