tampered | Thanksgiving at the Warehouse

Thanksgiving at the Warehouse | OPEN LOG

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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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.

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...?

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.

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.

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?"

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?"

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!"

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.

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!"

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?"

An alien? Or a beast from another world entirely? SHODAN gives the creature a longer sweep of the eyes, from head to feet, then turns away as she scans the image of his face against everything she can find on the Network. Paring the Citizens down...throw out any human or humanoid faces...ah ha.

Garrus. Relatively new to the Network. Obviously nonhuman. A "turian" according to his initial posting conversations, from "Palaven."

She approaches him and gives him a calm nod.

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.

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.

Garrus returns the nod, then gives a friendly, "Hey." He's gotten the silent treatment before, from other species who aren't exactly sympathetic to turians. Still, this one actually approached him, like she's interested in him. That's something.

"Hello, Garrus." She extends a hand. Introductions have always struck her as silly, since she knows who most people are, and asking is just a formality most of the time. But she may as well -- he looks technologically advanced, and strong. "You aren't so much like the others here. Do you coexist with humans in your world, or is this your first experience with them?"

A fairly simple lead-in to the obvious underlying questions: what are these aliens like? Are they friendly? Warlike? Strong? What do their personalities tend toward? How do they work? ... She can't dump all those questions here without derailing the conversation into awkward anger on part of the other party. So she'll play the social game.

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]

Something doesn't seem right with this human. See seems so... artificial, for want of a better word. He's hoping that she's not a product of Reaper Indoctrination. There's also the fact that she somehow knows his name. Still, turian honor dictates that he answer her questions honestly.

Keeping wary, he takes her hand and shakes it. Keeping his tone neutral, he replies, "Yes, I see humans on a daily basis where I come from."

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.

Now that she's looking right at him, the feeling in his gut is acting up again. Rummy wants to look away, but finds himself unable to. Call it nagging curiosity, call it nervousness, call it whatever. That smile isn't helping either.

"I... ain't exactly seen you 'round." To say the least. Then again, he only knows about a handful of the population here, and mostly through the Network.

[OOC: Couldn't help it, Sorrow is awesome.]

Ah ha. There's his face, and his Network hub. Run through the posts...

"And I haven't seen you, either, but then again I don't know the hosts and their social group so well."

He looks so perplexed, a little nervous...so she'll give him just a little push, a little confusion.

"Rummy, was it?"

[ooc: you should go talk to him sometime! He can talk crazy assassination black ops stuff with Rummy. He has a post up even. :)]

He's not so responsive. She has a few guesses: either turians are a lesser species in his world, so he is wary of humans, or he has training in secure matters, making him suspicious, or something about her specifically has put her off. Or a combination.

"In my universe, humans found no aliens when we explored space, but they haven't gotten very far. It seems that we were unlucky not to have found other sentient races, while so many other timelines have."

Turian...turian...hm. Her stupid human body instincts are failing to read the creature's expressions, and the Network is unhelpful in that regard, so she's doing her best to decode his face on low information. Such strange dark eyes...

"I just came for the free food," Rummy replies. He's got nothing to hide. Still wishes Ed was here, though.

Gin's blue eyes go wide as she addresses him by name. "The fuck did you know my name?"

[ooc: Maybe I will. Rummy could learn a thing or two from him.]

The more he talks to people, he's becoming a little more convinced he's not in his universe anymore. Unless it's all one big trick to keep him from Shepard. The Illusive Man probably doesn't take too kindly to their relationship.

"I'm guessing that in your universe, humanity has just discovered the prothean artifacts," The idea of a world not having all the races of his universe never enters into his brain. It would be like if there was an Earth with half the native wildlife absent.

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.

It took her a while to notice him, but her eyes finally land on his still figure in the corner.

His friend...Mike. Mike had recently left, hadn't he? Merry's brow furrowed as she mulled this fact over. Rudy wasn't one to be sociable even when he had friends here, so seeing him at the party now was more than a little surprising. Well, not that he was being sociable here, per say, but...

The little girl made her way over to him, plopping herself down in the chair next to his without asking if it was alright.

"What are you listening to?"

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