Thanksgiving at the Warehouse | OPEN LOG

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

When; Thursday, November 25th
Rating; PG? Just some good, clean, wholesome Thanksgiving fun.
Characters; ANYONE! Because you know primrosella and horrible_penny went nuts inviting everyone under the sun to this thing, seriously.
Summary; It wouldn't be a proper Thanksgiving without a ridiculously huge dinner, so come on down to the Warehouse and join us for ours! Feel free to label location and time in your threads (before dinner, after dinner, food fight at the dinner table, etc.), and tag around, build some CR, and have fun!
Log;

The tables are set, the silverware polished to a gleam; the room is filled with autumn and harvest-themed decorations, and the air is warm and heavy with the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. It's practically a miracle that the hosts have managed to come up with this many chairs and table settings for everyone, but they're expecting quite a bit of company, you see, and they're bound and determined to make sure that every single person that attends feels as welcome as possible.

If you've brought a dish of your own, perhaps you'll want to take it by the kitchen and add it to the mountain of food already there, ready and waiting to be served. Just don't sneak any tastes ahead of time, or you might find yourself with one very displeased princess on your hands!

Or perhaps you'd rather mingle amongst the crowd of people beginning to gather near the tables? There are plenty of things to snack on in the meantime--crackers and cheese, chopped vegetables, and of course, an abundance of soda, punch, and even the occasional bottle of wine.

Dinner is exactly what one might expect from a traditional Thanksgiving--turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes with gravy--but there are plenty of alternative options, too. So fear not, vegetarians! It simply wouldn't do to have anyone feeling left out, after all. And with any luck, a fine time will be had at dinner, since there's certainly more than enough to eat for everyone.

And of course, for dessert, there are treats galore (you can thank Rosella's sweet tooth for that). Try the pumpkin pie, especially; we hear it's delicious.

It's Thanksgiving at the Warehouse! Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night!



[OOC: Obviously, this is forward-dated to tomorrow evening, but we figured we'd put it up now so everyone can tag in and/or backdate at their leisure, depending on what works best for you! GO NUTS, Y'ALL. ♥]

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before dinner;

[spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Now that the taste of blood is finally out of his mouth, Sorrow has decided he can finally look at real food. So much of it! He recognizes most of it from the American bases and people he has encountered, but he hasn't tasted much of what he sees. He doesn't particularly need food, so eating it sets off his "don't waste resources" alarm, but for the sake of revelry...he can put that aside. It looks wonderful.

Besides, Penny will be here! He hasn't gotten to speak to her on more pleasant terms in a long time, and she has been so sad since Chris left. He knows what it's like to lose a lover...so he will come and help her enjoy the party.

Maybe the food will help, but he's not so sure in that department. In his hands is a stack of trays hastily wrapped in foil; he places it on a table and uncovers it to show hot baked turnovers. There are two piles, one labeled "Vegetable" and the other "Meat" in English and Russian. The bread coverings are kind of messy, and some of the turnovers seem a little overdone, and they're certainly nowhere near uniform size or thickness, but all in all it's the best effort he could muster. He flips up the little note card taped to one side of the tray: Pirozhki (Пирожки). Beside the wine on the drinks table, he sets out a bottle of decent champagne and a bottle of the most genuine vodka he could find, for those who want to make a little merry.

He glances around, looking at the visitors, hoping he doesn't put off too many people between the albino colors and the still-healing scar cut across left side of his face, from the base of his eye to the back of his jaw. At least the stitches are gone.

before dinner;

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Penny abandons the chaos of the kitchen momentarily to see who's there. Between her and Rosella, she suspects the entire City's been invited; hopefully enough people will show to help eat all of the food.

It doesn't take long at all for her to find Sorrow, who does a remarkably good job of standing out in a crowd. As soon as he sets down his trays and bottles, Penny goes in for a hug. It really is good to see Sorrow somewhere that isn't, say, the forest or the hospital.

"You made it!" She sounds cheerfully surprised in spite of the fact that Sorrow had indeed said he would be there. "It's so great to see you, Sorrow!"

Re: before dinner;

[spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com]

The little rueful tinge dries up out of his smile as he throws his arms around her. "It's so wonderful to see you, now that this is all over." When they finally pull away from the hug, he raises his brows and sweeps a hand as if to show her all the food. "I don't think I've ever seen this much food in one place in my life!"

before dinner

[citadelspirit.livejournal.com]

SHODAN saves money. SHODAN needs to talk to more people so that she gets this infernal ticking out of her head. SHODAN needs accomplices.

So she's coming to this party to see as many people in one places as possible. They're like an ant colony, all the humans, but she's going to immerse herself and see who she can talk to. Besides, it will make her look less "weird" and "antisocial" and maybe then she will have some breathing room to work without people invoking that "evil-AI-taking-over-the-world" trope.

Even if it is true.

She runs a hand through her black hair, pushing it behind her ears, and gives the room a quick sweep of a glance. Her cybernetic implants, visible in snatches of silver through the hair across her neck, are already trying to process all the faces she's seeing. Who are all these people...?

Re: before dinner

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

Rummy wanders around for a little while, and can't help but notice the young woman with black hair. He can't place why, but something seems a little off about her. Is that a trace of silver under her hair? Part of him is hoping it's just cosmetic surgery.

Re: before dinner

[citadelspirit.livejournal.com]

Her eyes notice his, and settle on them. Watching just a little too closely for a scan...she raises her chin in half a nod to him, and offers her usual wide smirking smile. And she's trying to match up his face...human means a longer search...

"Does something interest you?"

[ooc: hey, I remember that guy from Sorrow's post XD]

before dinner

[officer-garrus.livejournal.com]

Garrus has heard of Thanksgiving, mostly from human coworkers at C-Sec talking about it around the time the holiday came around and what they would do during that time. The turian never thought much of it, just thinking if it as a human holiday.

In one of his personal talks with Shepard, she made a passing remark about it when they discussed how they would spend various holidays and he'd asked her to elaborate on it, like many of her traditions. Apparently it was a time to spend with family and other loved ones, gathering around to enjoy a large feast.

The turian finds himself wishing she were here, so that he could have his first experience at this holiday with her. Still, there's no harm in going and trying to have a good time, even if most of the food is probably harmful to him. He doesn't really have any coins to bring something, having just got here, so hopefully people won't be bashing him over the head for it.

before dinner

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of not-so-human people in the City, but some of them are much, much easier to pick out than others. The guy eying the food, for example, stands out significantly, and Penny immediately identifies him as Someone She Has Not Yet Talked To. This, of course, needs to be remedied immediately.

"Hey there," she says brightly, approaching the... whatever he is. "Do you need help finding anything?"

before dinner

[officer-garrus.livejournal.com]

Garrus looks over at the red-haired young woman and says, "Oh, I was just browsing." And wondering if there's anything on this table that won't send him to the hospital or kill him. "I've never really experienced this thing first hand." And what an interesting choice of food, from the large bird to the lump of red, can-shaped geletin.

Before Dinner | In The Kitchen | Cooking Up A Storm

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Enter at your own risk; Rosella's currently flying around the kitchen at max speed, checking on the oven, putting food into dishes and dishes onto platters, and generally looking harried and frantic and yet like she's enjoying herself immensely, rushing around to get it all done at once.

Before Dinner | In The Kitchen | Cooking Up A Storm

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

For the most part, Penny's staying out of Rosella's way. If she didn't think that Rosella enjoyed this chaotic whirlwind of preparation, she'd be worried; as it is, the princess seems quite happy running about the kitchen.

Compared to her co-conspirator, Penny is a veritable island of calm. This is a wonderfully familiar setting--in the background, dishing up food. Granted, it's considerably better food than soup kitchens tend to dole out on Thanksgiving, but the process is the same and there's a comfort in that. Provided, of course, that Rosella doesn't stress herself out too much.

"Need an extra set of hands, Rosella?"

Re: Before Dinner | In The Kitchen | Cooking Up A Storm

[spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Sorrow slips around the side of the door, past Penny, just his upper body; despite his height he has a weird kind of smooth grace and a knack for taking up only as much space as he needs to. He doesn't bump Penny around as he waves a hand.

"Do you need any help?"

before dinner

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

Rummy's never really gotten the point of Thanksgiving, and always looked at it with indifference. Still, he always came over to the Wuncler mansion when Ed invited him over for dinner. It meant free food and a chance to hang with his hoomie, so he wasn't going to say no to it. Then he and Ed usually went out and got drunk. Good times.

Now, however, he can't help but feel a slight pang, knowing he won't be spending today with his friend. Still, free food is free food. He's also sneaking in a beer, in case they don't serve any at this thing.

before dinner;

[ms-marycontrary.livejournal.com]

It wasn't like she hadn't had a Thanksgiving party before-- when she was still on the streets, the children always managed to pull something together, and recently at the Hargreaves estate her Thanksgiving had been grand, with lots of good food, but only with Cain, Uncle Neil, Aunt Katina (and Oscar, since he managed to sneak in). But both of those had been quiet affairs, with close friends and loved ones. With such a giant party underway, she felt a little...overwhelmed and out of place. Certainly it was nice to have so many friends together-- especially after the recent horrifying train ride-- but somehow, Merry was uncharacteristically quiet as she wound her way through the guests. A smile sat on her face, but she chose to observe everyone else as the food started coming out instead of directly greeting them.

before dinner;

[prefers-chess.livejournal.com]

Merry, as it turns out, is not the only one keeping a low profile at this dinner; tucked away unobtrusively on the outskirts of the room sits Rudy, plugged in to a radio as usual. However, rather than his usual relaxed listening posture with his eyes blissfully closed, tonight his dark eyes are open and observant, flickering over the crowds and silently calculating as he takes in the scene.

He notices Merry making her rounds and watches awhile while heavy metal blares in his ears. He's not feeling particularly sociable tonight, either--this isn't even his Thanksgiving; he'd already had that last month--but he's there, which is progress, no matter how small. Whether or not Merry notices him, however, depends entirely on just how observant she is at the moment.

before dinner;

[reed4context.livejournal.com]

Eriol was wandering through the assembled guests, as well, but he was not silent. Whether the train had affected him or not, he seemed undisturbed now, greeting those he knew with a cheerful smile and kind words.

He spoke to Mary rarely, but rarely was certainly enough. He paused and offered her a warm grin. "It's nice to see you again, Miss Mary."

Before dinner

[deadly_legacy]

Euphie picks up a glass of punch and takes a sip. Her dress is a little fancier than usual.

Lelouch had told her he was making plans for this day before he left. She tries not to think of it.

Instead she just enjoys the warm atmosphere and the people.

Before dinner

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Euphie can't escape Penny's notice. She sets a tray of fresh-baked rolls down and practically bounds over to the pink-haired girl. If it weren't for the punch, there would be a hug here.

"Hey, Euphie!" The greeting is relatively subdued; Penny isn't sure how Euphie's doing after having family leave, and it seems rude to be too enthusiastic in the face of grief. "It's great to see you... and you look great, too. How're you doing?"

During dinner

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

The last of the sides have been placed on the tables and there's nothing left to do but to enjoy the meal (for now, at least; there will inevitably be dishes to do and leftovers to package up later, but eating is the primary duty at the moment). While there's turkey and cranberry salad and rolls and casseroles and all of the usual Thanksgiving dinner staples, there are also a number of nontraditional foods for those who might have different tastes. And, of course, there's plenty for vegetarians and vegans to eat.

Penny doesn't bother sitting while the food makes it way around the tables and onto plates, choosing instead to flit from table to table and make sure everyone gets, at the very least, a 'hello.'

after dinner; open to all

[reed4context.livejournal.com]

Eriol had never celebrated Thanksgiving before. He had English and Chinese heritage, and spent many years in Japan, and never had he the occasion to celebrate something so American. He was almost glad of that; it would be hard to celebrate a holiday that seemed to be primarily about family without his here. He'd been curious, and he genuinely liked Penny. She had a very sweet soul. He'd been glad for the invitation.

He was an unusual man boy, and he'd realized a long time ago that the best way to avoid attracting attention for that was to be helpful, friendly, and useful. People questioned the sullen, quiet, strange people. They didn't question the cheerful, useful, strange people, because they liked them. And since he actually liked being kind and offering aid, this strategy worked out very well for him.

Right now he'd decided that the way to be helpful and also meet people was to walk around and ask people what they wanted for dessert. He had a little notebook for taking down orders and was bringing them out about five at a time.

It was a great excuse to make the acquaintance of all kinds of people. He might even be at your elbow right now - a dark-haired boy of about twelve, wearing glasses and a bright smile.

[ ooc; I will be in and out due to holiday but am perfectly willing to backdate for ages! ]

after dinner; open to all

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Penny very nearly runs into Eriol, her vision impaired as it is by the stack of dirty dishes she's carrying. Disaster is averted, however, and she sets the dishes down for a moment to give Eriol a bright smile. "Have you had a chance to sit down and eat anything yet?"

Because the second most important thing about Thanksgiving--second to family and friends--is eating good food.

Before Dinner

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

Chris, luckily for the collective wellbeing of everybody at the party, has not brought a dish. He has brought a wine because he couldn't find Party 7 but it's not necessarily a very GOOD one because he doesn't really understand wine. But he didn't want to come to a massive dinner thing and bring NOTHING.

He edges his way through the crowd to put his bottle on the table and then stands a bit awkwardly beside it, trying to look unobstrusive and looking more like a plainclothes copper failing at being undercover. He's never been to a dinner party before. The friends he makes usually aren't the sorts to throw them. Dinner parties are for poshos. And, naturally, Christmas with his family doesn't count. This does. There are things on the tables that aren't food and are apparently just there for the sake of decoration. Or maybe you're MEANT to eat the corn. He doesn't know. It's making Chris kind of uncomfortable and he can't even smoke to calm his nerves.

He ends up gradually eating his way through the entire broccoli segment of a plate of vegetables instead and scanning the party for someone that he knows.

Before Dinner

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Penny doesn't find Chris immediately, in the kitchen as she is. On one of her rounds around the main room, however, she zeroes in on Chris. He looks so uncomfortable and out of place that she almost regrets asking him to come.

"Are you having fun yet, Chris?" she asks as she approaches him, straightening one of the (purely decorative) corn centerpieces.

Before dinner (but not by much!)

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Hanna is running late.

He had, for some reason, managed to miss the news of the big Thanksgiving party, and by the time he learned of it, he had to go home, get ready, and go back out...all of which is a bit tough to do when you've got a broken foot. But he's determined to show up and have a good time. After all, Thanksgiving only comes once a year, and he's got plenty to be thankful for this year.

As soon as he gets there, carrying 2 boxes of cupcakes he bought at the store, he makes a beeline to Penny. She's always nice.

"Penny!! Happy Thanksgiving...I hope I'm not too late...brought cupcakes!!"

He grins and tries to wave, but with one arm filled with cupcake boxes, and the other using the crutch, its sort of tough.

Before dinner (but not by much!)

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

"Hanna!" Fortunately, Hanna manages to catch Penny while she's not in the kitchen or in the middle of carrying food out. She intercepts the cupcake boxes, smiling brightly. "Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, and you're not late at all! Just grab a chair, okay?" Because hobbling around on one leg can't be fun. "Thanks for bringing the cupcakes!"

Penny sets the cupcakes next to a variety of other desserts (if Hanna is particularly observant, he might notice the cake that has "Happy Birthday, Hanna!" written on it in red icing) and pulls a tiny wrapped package out of her sweater pocket. "So I heard that today's your twenty-fifth birthday."