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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Pre-Dinner

[tryit]

[For all your cooking, setting up, and mingling needs.]

Dinner

[tryit]

[Grab a plate, grab some food, and enjoy.]

After-Dinner

[tryit]

[Too stuffed to move? Come hang out for a little bit before heading home. Don't forget to take some leftovers with you!]

After-Dinner

[tryit]

It's definitely been a while since Kate's felt this exhausted. Between cooking and hosting and cleaning, she almost feels as if she's ran a marathon today. Guests have come and gone by now and even though there's still some hanging around, she's ready for a break.

Absolutely unceremoniously, Kate collapses on her couch. At least it's the good kind of exhaustion, the kind that's leaving her with a smile on her face as she tucks her hands behind her head and watches everyone still left.

[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.]

Re: After-Dinner

[voiceinthedark]

Sam had ended up sticking around the help clean up. He doesn't really mind. He'd hate to leave Kate to clear everything away and do the washing up after other people and besides, it's been a really nice day. He doesn't really want it to end. Been ages since he could eat as much as he wants and not have that niggle of worry about where tomorrow's food is coming from.

He sits down next to Kate, hands cupped around a mug of tea. "So, that went well."

[tryit]

She grins when Sam sits on the couch next to her, turning her head just enough to glance at him momentarily. Smart boy, bringing tea over. Although Kate suspects that she can use something much, much more caffeinated right now.

"You mean aside from the random deer head?"

[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?

[voiceinthedark]

He smiles back, taking a sip with an expression akin to bliss. "I admit, the deer head was a surprise," he replies with a small smile. "What was with that anyway?"

[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.

[tryit]

"Hell if I know," she admits, smile quickly turning to a thoughtful frown. It really was one of the stranger points in the night. And given Kate's set of friends, this Thanksgiving had all the makings of being on the strange side to begin with. "Next time? Maybe I'll actually filter the invite."

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla comes bearing pie. Specifically, she brought three flavours - apple, pumpkin and butterscotch. She's fairly happy with how they came out, all things considered. Bulla's cooking skills are just a little bit above average, and some of that is simply because she appreciates eating the end results.

Then there was the fact that for a while, it was just her and her father here in Luceti. He could be counted on for many things, but preparing food that tasted good wasn't amongst those things.]

Where should I put these?

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.

[maximoff_girl]

[Did someone say food? Because it is HELLA eating time. Wanda may or may not have a small amount of food-aggression that comes from living at the Brotherhood house with four teenaged vacuums boys as kitchen-mates. With that in mind, it shouldn't be surprising how high she's piled her plate, even given her trim figure. Will she make it through all of that, or are her eyes bigger than her stomach? Only time will tell. It's a challenge she's well and truly looking forward to.

So far, she's opted to stay mostly quiet, only speaking when spoken too. There are a lot of people here! She's more than happy to chit-chat with anyone who approaches, though.]

[selfhelp]

[Sneaking off to the mountains with Teddy for their anniversary was basically the best thing that could've happened to Billy this week; it's done wonders for the recovering relationship as well as his depression, so he's in much better spirits when he and Teddy arrive for Thanksgiving. And surprise, he's actually missed the first day of Hanukkah, shame on him (except he was busy and he still lit a candle up there so ha, he's not a total failure), so the first thing he does is get a candle arrangement set up somewhere in the dining area, out of the way.

After that, he makes it his goal to sneak around the kitchen and steal bits and pieces of food while it's still being sorted into serving bowls: a strip of turkey skin here, a scoop of stuffing there, basically whatever he can get his hands on. He's had a month and a half of barely eating and lousy appetite, and he's still catching up, so this is the perfect opportunity to do it.

It's the only thing he's allowed to do in this kitchen, anyway.]

[voiceinthedark]

"Well, it was certainly memorable," Sam replies. "Well, you do have a year or so to think about it and decide on the right course of action, I guess. It was just odd."

[tryit]

Memorable's one way to put it. But Kate just shrugs it off. The meal wasn't ruined. That, at least, was a relief.

"A whole year? I don't know if I want to think that far ahead."

[tryit]

I am so happy you guys came.

[It doesn't matter that she's already mentioned this at least once today, earlier in the afternoon when Billy and Teddy first showed up and she greeted them both with the tightest hugs possibly. She knew it was their anniversary and knew there was a very good chance that they wouldn't make it.

It wouldn't have been Thanksgiving without them.]

Happy Hanukkah, by the way.

[maximoff_girl]

Mmm! [Wanda will happily de-wallflower herself for Bulla. Also: Pie. ] I believe... there's a table set up over there for food. ... Unless they need to be refrigerated?

[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.]

[voiceinthedark]

"Yeah, I can understand that." Because lasting a year sometimes seemed impossible these days, like winning the lottery had been before. "So don't think about it. Christmas is much closer anyway."

Re: After-Dinner

[luckynumberthree]

Simon had come early, took one look at the kitchen, and decided it was probably best to stay out of everyone's way, although he'd happily pitched in whenever anyone needed any help. Dinner had been delicious and filling and full of fun conversations and afterwards, he really wanted a nap. But he wasn't going to leave the worst of the mess for Kate to deal with, especially after she'd put so much effort into the preparation.

Instead, he starts grabbing dishes to clean up, stacking them and carrying them to the sink while he waited for it to fill.

[tryit]

She really does have an awesome boyfriend. It's the first thought to run through her head when she walks in to the kitchen to see Simon at the sink with a stack of dishes. She didn't even have to ask. Albeit, most of her closer friends did stay for cleanup. But she'd still like to think this different somehow.

The sort of thing that needs to be rewarded.

As quietly as she can, Kate tiptoes behind him until her arms wrap around his stomach and her chest presses against his wings. She presses a light kiss in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, then another a little closer to his ear. "Thank you."