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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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.

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?"

[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?"

[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."

[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."

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."

[luckynumberthree]

He blinks in surprise and glances back at her with a warm grin, hands buried in sudsy water almost up to the elbows, but he's still thrilled to see her and turns his head enough that maybe he can steal an actual kiss if she leans up a little closer.

"For what?"

[tryit]

She happily leans closer for that kiss, closing her eyes and letting it linger. He still tastes a little bit like pie and she finds herself really, really liking that. It really is a strange feeling, being happy like this. But she's not complaining.

Kate wants to tell him that she's thankful for him coming. Getting along with her closest friends. Being there to support her. Instead, "Thank you for doing some of the dishes."

[luckynumberthree]

He just gives her a grin and kisses her back, content and comfortable. "You're welcome. I figured it was the least I could do after all the work you put into this. It was pretty amazing. I've never had a Thanksgiving dinner before. Not like this."

[tryit]

She's heard a lot of compliments tonight. But this compliment means more to her than any of the others. She beams at him before moving to lean against the counter.

"Even with the deer head interruption?"

[wildbluevagner]

[Catch Kurt in one of two post-dinner phases:

One is the food coma. He's spread out on the couch, groaning as he's so stuffed with food. He even went as far as to bamf a pillow over from the X-House to bury his face in.

And two is after he's regained his energy. He waves around a football before preparing to head outside.]

Alright! Who wants to throw around the old pigskin?

[halfnhalf]

[Teddy had taken a half-asleep nap nearby during Kurt's coma, having been tired from both the food and making a lot of said food. But what really catches his interest is when he's conscious again, and Kurt starts waving the football around. Teddy grins, stops his cleanup for the moment and follows after him.]

I'm in!

[wildbluevagner]

Ah, is fellow coma victim is cured by the smell of the old pigskin. Looks like another victory for Dr. Fuzz!

[He leads the way outside.]

It's good to know that someone here knows what Thansgiving's all about.

[It's a little odd - this is probably the longest Kurt's been around Teddy since the House of M. He's been trying to put all of that behind him and focus on having fun at least. No need to ruin Thanksgiving.]

[halfnhalf]

Right? If we can't have a Macy's Parade, at least give us football!

[Those are two very key elements that are missing from Thanksgiving here. No TV means no crowding around with chips and drinks and shouting for your favorite team, which Teddy so misses doing.

As for House of M... Teddy's been trying to keep his distance, seeing how a few people have already reacted to him badly due to association with Billy and how... there that other him was. But nothing can bring people together like football - right?]

I'd give pretty much anything for a big screen TV with this year's teams playing each other.

[wildbluevagner]

Man, don't make me imagine it! [He says with an overdramatic swooning, as if fending off an impending doom from missing the big game.]

To make up for it, this game's going to really have to be one to remember, Teddy! When we're done with this pigskin? It'll be pork!

[Billy's weird episode is far from his mind at the moment - sure, Teddy was close to Billy and seemed to be an odd factor in things. But Kurt was on the mend with Billy, on a streak of forgiveness. And he still thought that Teddy was as much a victim of the dream lives as the rest of them.]

[250mhzwabl]

Jack is not, intrinsically, a very tidy person. However, cohabitating with someone who both cooks a fair amount and has standards regarding his living space has done wonders for that, to the point where once dinner is over, he'll be happily manning the take-home-container brigade, packing up portions for the attendees with the goal of leaving minimal leftovers in the fridge. It's kind of fun, actually, in a puzzle-solving-game kind of way, and also absolutely compatible with hanging out and continuing to drink wine.

[tryit]

With everyone helping out, the cleaning portion of the night goes by rather quickly. Which is kind of nice, because she's all ready to collapse on the couch with her bottle of wine and some good company.

Kate smiles when she sees Jack already there and holds up the bottle of Shiraz. "Want a refill?"

[250mhzwabl]

"You, madam, are a goddess. A wine-bearing goddess." Bonelessly, Jack stretches out, holding out his empty glass in supplication to his newly-crowned deity. He has to say, if this is the way that Thanksgivings always end in the United States, he's absolutely ready to adopt a new holiday into his calendar. "There is at least one of those, right? Can't all just be guys reigning over the vineyards."

[tryit]

Kate grins a little smugly at that, leaning back against the couch and taking a long sip from her own glass. "If the position's open, I might have to consider. Simon's already got the worshiping bit down. How hard could it be to maintain one or two more?"

[250mhzwabl]

"I'm pretty sure we have actual deities in Luceti. You could always ask one of them," he drawls, pleased and lazy and like heck he's dropping to her level and reading innuendo into that comment. There are some things he does not need to know, and Simon Lauchlan's intimate time with a probable superhero is one of them.

[tryit]

Probably superhero? Try definite, Jack. She might not have the superpowers that the rest of her teammates have, but she still has some kickass skills of her own. Unlike the rest of them, she earned her codename. And works hard to deserve it each and every day.

She considers that just for a moment before shaking her head. “Nah. Where would the fun in that be?”