Happy Thanksgiving!

[tryit]

Who: Kate Bishop and anyone interested.
What: Celebrate Thanksgiving.
When: Thursday, November 29
Where: Kate's apartment (and the kitchen of Floor 6 of the Ground Building)
Summary: Earlier in the week, Kate put out an journal message inviting people to Thanksgiving. This is the result.
Rating: PG/PG-13

It wasn't until cooking experimentation two nights before at Sam and Simon's that Kate began to suspect that cooking a Thanksgiving dinner might be a whole lot harder than she had planned. Apparently, there was a relatively big difference between cooking just one dish for yourself and cooking enough to feed a horde.

At the end of the day, though, Kate finds herself pleased with the end result. The table she dragged into her apartment is set up against the wall to act as a buffet table. People ought to be willing to help themselves to whatever food they want. And there's definitely a decent spread, thanks in part mostly to her friends.



If there's one thing Kate Bishop is thankful for this year? It's having the people she has in her life.


[ooc: open to anyone who might have seen her post!]

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[relictusdeus]

[The only trouble in spending two days in bed are the brief moments of wakefulness, of forced consciousness in which it’d all come back to him in a rush and suffuse him with an ugly sense of self-awareness. He tells himself he doesn’t know why he finally willed himself to get up, to wash, to throw on his cloak and tug on his boots and face the day, but he finds himself almost enjoying his work again once it begins. It helps, having something in which he can pour his thrumming fury. If but a fraction of it.

The blade saws through the neck of a lifeless, still-warm deer, the head crammed into a bag.

He knows where to go, having caught wind of the party’s exact location. And by the time he passes through the doorway and finds a place to dump the blood-soggy, leaking bag, he’s almost feeling like himself. But there is no intent of lingering for very long. He knows his place and it isn't here, mingling with humans and laughing and struggling to remember what he had left for which he could feel grateful. It never was.]

[tryit]

Hey! Hey, you!

[Even though Kate has spent most of the night mingling, she's been keeping an eye on the door. She'd like to consider herself a good enough hostess. And part of that job is greeting any newcomers to the party, whether she knows them or not.

Besides, when it comes down to it, there's absolutely no missing a bloody bag.

As soon as she sees it land on the table, she's rushing over to the man. Her finger sticks out accusingly and she does not look at all pleased.]

What do you think you're doing?

[relictusdeus]

[Her reaction doesn’t disappoint. He glances up from the table and smiles mildly in greeting.]

Ah, and you must be the host of this lovely gathering. [He humbly presses a gloved hand to his chest.] My thanks for the invitation. I thought it best not to come empty-handed... so I offer unto you the very freshest of meat fitting of a fine pot roast.

[tryit]

[She nods in the direction of the hallway. ]

Well, guess what, buddy? Kitchen's that way. I'm all for pot roast so long as it's actually cooked.

tw: Isaac's sarcastic knock on religion

[relictusdeus]

Then you are most welcome to place it in the oven with a clove of garlic, root vegetables, spices, and knob of butter.

[A one-way portal opens at his feet, taking the form of a magic circle with him standing amid a ring of glowing sigils - but he's not quite finished yet. Clasping his hands together, he slides her a sidelong look.]

And before I forget... let us give thanks to the Almighty God for the flesh of the dead you and your company shall soon be enjoying.

[tryit]

[She notices the portal but it doesn't intimidate her at all. Without hesitating, she turns around and grabs the bloody deer head and tosses it in Isaac's direction. She's pissed enough not to care about the blood that spatters on the floor. Kate recognizes sarcasm when she hears it. And of he's not going to stay here to cook it himself, he can take the damn thing with you.]

Don't be an ass.

[relictusdeus]

[Giggling, he snatches the thing out of the air before it can hit him, blood flecking his face. He finds a grip on the neck of the bag. Feisty girl.]

'twould seem a fine example of one stands before me.

[Flashing a cool smile that doesn't reach his eyes, he slings the dripping bag over one shoulder, his form dissolving. If others won't eat it then at least he knows what he shall be having later in the day.]