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When; Thanksgiving day, 11/26
Rating; R just for language
Characters; OPEN TO ALL, I'll add as you come in!
Summary; Inara and Priestly (newly reverted to their adult and multicolored coat selves, respectively) are putting on a Thanksgiving dinner in the lobby of Building 10, extending their welcome to anyone in the City who wants it. Feel free to godmod the little things; types of food, who you're seated next to, etc! If your character brings a dish, feel free to harass Priestly or Inara either down in the lobby or up in her hall where the cooking's going down. We'll say everyone gets into the buffet line at about 4ish for consistency's sake and don't worry too much about technicalities, just have some fun! I'll put up some starter threads for different areas, feel free to hijack away! \o/
Log;



Inara had taken care of all of the pretty-making. The hall was decorated with two long consolidated tables, covered with tablecloths, adorned with centerpieces and appetizer dishes and flatware. There were candles lit even in the afternoon, giving the lobby a homey feel to it. They'd counted heads on the RSVP list, but Priestly had planned on making enough for almost double the company. It was nice when you made a decent paycheck and didn't spend much in the way of living.

Inara's floor is filled with the smell of turkey, as many her neighbors had offered their ovens for the bird cooking. It's funny how much people will let you do if you offer them free food and leftovers. He trots between each of the apartments and the lobby, running food here and there, checking to make sure the steam pans on the buffet are still warm and to make sure he's not missing anything.

Comments

Upstairs // in any of many misc turkey-scented apartments // ota

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Priestly's wearing his new shirt (http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4vnyc.gif) and the apron (http://i48.tinypic.com/o5u81j.jpg) Inara bought him especially for the occasion. He's bustling along through the hallways, turkey baster in hand and cooking his little heart out. He's happy on a few different levels; his style's back, Inara isn't a cranky little 5 year old anymore and he's going to be surrounded by friends and possibly hungry strangers all night.

Lobby //Greeting // Come say hello!; ota

[only-fell.livejournal.com]

Inara was in the dining room, fiddling with the flatware and straightening napkins. She was wearing a leopard print kaftan (http://www.polyvore.com/roberto_cavalli_asymmetric_silk_maxi/thing?id=9973103) with her hair up. She kept glancing at the clock. She was nervous about the dinner party. Priestly was so excited and he'd worked so hard. She wanted it all to go incredibly smoothly.

Selfishly she'd worked hard on decorating the lobby and it was her first dinner party here; her first Thanksgiving in fact.

Table // Eating

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The table is set with cloth napkins at Inara's insistence and actual flatware. She's made certain the candles are lit and there are wine glasses and wine for those that wish it. The tables are arranged in a U shape so that everyone can talk to each other and pass food around. Inara wasn't certain how a casual dinner event like this worked but she wanted it to be like the dinners they'd had around the table at Serenity. Those were the moments she'd felt most at home. That was important since none of them were 'home' here.

The seating arrangements were fluid. She'd set places for her and Priestly in the center of the head table but left the others open for everyone to decide where they'd like to sit.

Buffet line // Get yo' food, bitches

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The long buffet table is the part of this whole fiesta that Inara and Priestly collaborated on together. It was covered in bright cloth and steam pans filled with side dishes that ran the gamut from traditional to slightly exotic, to as one wonderful outspoken Kiwi put it, girly. Priestly didn't care how Crisp-Baked Acorn Squash Rings sounded, because they tasted awesome and his motherfucking guests were gonna like that shit.

Guests can grab their plates from the table and line up in front of all the goodies, including the mains, sides and drinks. The desserts are placed at the end: assorted pies and finger foods and cakes.

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Anna entered the hallway cautiously, a wrapped dish in her hands. She'd heard Priestly's voice somewhere, and she wanted to know if he wanted her cranberry dish to be brought down with everything else of if there was somewhere he wanted her to leave it until everyone arrived to eat.

Looking around tentatively, she called out, "Priestly? I have food for you."

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Priestly poked his big orange mohawk'd head out a few doors down from her and he was smiling wide. "Anna! I have a holiday greeting hug for you!"

He disappeared momentarily to close up the oven, and then all but skipped down the hall to meet her. "Holy shit I'm so excited about these cranberries I can't even express myself verbally."

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Anna smiled at the orange mowhawk. Somehow it suited Priestly much more than a normal haircolor.

"Wouldn't know it by me."

Re: Table // Eating

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Anna sat near to the head, but was hesitant to claim seats by the hosts. She was feeling somewhat shy at the moment, she'd never really been to something this grand, mostly just keeping to herself - even now she was unsure who to trust, something her human side said was foolish, but the other...

Well she was telling that side to be as quiet as possible. Here, she wouldn't have to worry about that.

Re: Table // Eating

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Inara had seen Anna around the building but hadn't had the chance to say hello yet so she moved over to where Anna sat and sat in the empty chair beside her. She hugged her in greeting.

"Anna, I'm so pleased to see you here! How are you?"

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After taking the dish off his guest's hands, Priestly moved in to envelop her in a hug, careful to keep the dish from getting in the way.

"Now you know! Hugs express everything, you know. It's like a Vulcan mind meld or some shit."

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She was a little surprised at the hug, but returned it warmly.

"Hi, Inara. I'm good, glad to be here, actually."

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She accepted the hug warmly, surprised at the physical affection, but glad for it. Staying alone as much as she did, she sometimes feared she was getting too distant from humanity again.

"Well, I'm glad for them. And you. Thankful you might even say."

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"Hey, that's like a theme or some shit!" He joked, taking her hands in his and leading her into Inara's apartment, where the good stuff was going on. He had a giant pot of mashed potatoes to season and pies to distribute, most from catering but he'd made a few himself.

The dish is put on the counter, and Priestly pokes his head into the oven to check on his baby. "Nice, about another 10 minutes on this one. Wanna help me bring some of this shit downstairs to the buffet?"

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"You are really good at this, I can't wait to eat." Anna took a deep breath, it all smelled wonderful.

"Sure, load me up, I'm glad to help."

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"No one should spend holidays alone," Inara nodded. "Would you like to sit next to Priestly and I? You can keep me company as I don't think he'll be sitting down until the last person has their plate."

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"Thanks, it's all poisoned anyway," he teased again while handing her a few small foil steam pans stacked onto each other. He grabbed a few himself and lead her out the door. "You gonna have a tree decorating party for Christmas? We could all bring ornaments and shit."

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"Are you sure you don't mind?"

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"I was actually thinking of going to the hospital and doing a holiday crafts thing for the kids there, instead of a big tree for me."

Anna maneuvered herself toward the door. "I mean, I don't really need a big tree for just me and Bobby."

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"Aww, Anna! You're way too fucking sweet." Priestly already knew that part; the girl met him on a whim to find a wig, she had to be made of sugar. "But I meant for when we have Christmas there. Sort of as an offer to help you put some stuff together?"

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"Oh, right." She smiled, "That sounds great. Don't suppose I could bribe you into helping me?"

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"No bribe necessary!" Priestly pressed the down button on the elevator and leaned against the wall in wait. "Although I do not guarantee satisfaction. My decoration skills leave little to be desired."

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Anna arched an eyebrow. "I dunno, you have a good eye for bright colors and metallic objects. Maybe we can to a mini-Priestly tree? Trim it until it has a mowhawk, and put tons of tinsel and blinky lights on it?"

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"Of course not! You'd be doing me a great favor," Inara assured her.

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"Okay, sure, why not?" Anna grabbed her plate and glass and headed to the chairs at the center.

"Looks like we're expecting a crowd..."

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Priestly's face blew up with joy as he stepped into the elevator, making sure the doors stayed open for her. "Holy shit how have I not done that yet!? We're totally doing that!"