"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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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!

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki moves around the room, half-full wine glass still in his hand. He notes that Jeb is there and seems quite relaxed and is prepared to pass silently by. Talking to the young man is a rather odd experience.]

[sketchingideals]

[You better be prepared for another one of those rather odd experiences, Loki.

Jeb opens his eyes at the sound of someone approaching, completely unaware that the man was just going to pass by. He smiles.]

Hello, Loki. [Greeting is brief, at least? He didn't have quite as much sugar as he anticipated, so he's not as bouncy as he could be. Nevertheless, he is happy. Despite his usual demeanor, happiness is something he still desperately needs.] This music is really nice, isn't it?

[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.

[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.

[gleamed]

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

Katniss! It's so good to see you!

[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.

[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.

[deadpoet]

Spike found himself staring at the talking octopus. Blink.

Well, he'd seen stranger things.

"Some feast this is. The calamari's talking back."