THANKSGIVING: OPEN TO EVERYONE

[anunluckypenny]

When; November 22nd
Rating; PG...? It's a family holiday, c'mon.
Characters; EVERYONE
Summary; Everyone is invited to a Thanksgiving Day party! Bring a dish, gorge, socialize, and be thankful that the deities didn't plague the City with a curse of zombie turkeys.
Log;

A line of tables takes up the area directly in front of the Welcome Center. They're covered in neatly-ironed linens (there may be a few moth holes in them); mismatched chairs and table settings composed of an eclectic array of plates and utensils are ready and waiting for guests to arrive.

Before noon, there's a flurry of activity as food is placed on the tables and last-minute dishes are made. When noon arrives, lunch is ready: mashed potatoes and gravy, salads of all kinds, stuffing, cornbread, pumpkin bread, buttered rolls, pumpkin pie, and all sorts of sides brought by guests--some traditional, some not so much--fill the tables. The center table is occupied by the turkey, cooked to golden perfection.

Drinks of all kinds are readily available, the food is good, and the company is better. Sit, eat, and stay as long as you like; the food will keep coming.

Don't forget to be thankful!


[ooc: Post, mingle, threadjack, pester, antagonize... open to all!]

Comments

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo's never been much for Thanksgiving. It's hard to be when you live in a country that actively refuses you citizenship rights even if you were born there. That being said, he's not at all adverse to free food and Thanksgiving food was always good, (even if there had been a few awkward dinners at his financee's parent's house). Also, he wants to check out a City Dead NPCs being dull.

Not quite having a job yet, all he has is himself and his rats, one of which is sitting on his shoulder.

[anunluckypenny]

Penny is perfectly capable of multitasking and, at the moment, that means putting out food, saying hello to people, and wondering why there's a guy with a rat on his shoulder at the table. Not that she minds, but it's a little odd.

"Hey," she greets him cheerfully. "Theodred, right?"

[deadmanbusiness]

"Hi. Yes. And you're Penny." He offers a hand, which is a bit on the cool side, to shake. "Nice to meet you in person."

He's curious to see if there's any sort of reaction from her. She is supposedly dead, if city dead, which kinda makes her undead, right? And undead tend to at least react a bit to her.

Up close it's clearly easy to tell that the rat is not alive but instead undead.

[anunluckypenny]

"Yep, that's me," she says, shaking his hand. She doesn't really register the temperature of his skin, as her own lacks living, human warmth. "It's nice to meet you too."

Penny doesn't look particularly dead, aside from a generally unhealthy cast to her skin. No blush of life here. Still, she's a far cry from a zombie and all of her flesh is attached and accounted for--fortunate, as rotting flesh would have turned stomachs. She doesn't have any abnormal reaction to Theo, either.

The rat is indeed visibly... not alive. Penny examines it for a moment before deciding that it's kind of cute. In a dead way. "I like your rat. Did he come to the City with you?"

[withloadedguns]

It's a little while after noon when one particular man arrives. He has a basket in his hands, may it be noted. And in the basket, covered by a checkered napkin, is a small pile of cornbread, cut into squares.

He didn't make the cornbread, please also note. He bought it or traded for it or obtained it or was perhaps given it by someone who heard where he was going and said that he just could not go empty-handed. Hence: cornbread in chunks. And it's pretty good cornbread too.

He's wearing his gun (because he'd sooner go out without his pants than without his gun), but he'll behave himself. A decent home-cooked meal was just too much to pass up. And to say it's a feast? Even better.

Just don't expect him to be much for dinner conversation...

[anunluckypenny]

Well, if it isn't the cowboy. Penny hadn't expected him to show--public gatherings seem like the kind of things he avoids, or so she had assumed--but she's quite pleased to see him, basket and gun and pants and all.

"Hello!" There's time enough to greet him and take that basket off of his hands, if he's here to surrender it. "I'm so glad you could make it."

[withloadedguns]

The funny thing about the cowboy is that he's not completely unsocial. He's just a loner. That's all, really. And loners can be social, believe it or not. Besides, there's food too, which is also good.

He is, in fact, fully prepared to surrender the basket. "Hello." And he even smiles.

[anunluckypenny]

The food is actually a trap used to draw people into conversation. Thanksgiving Day just happens to be fine cover for Penny and her devious plans.

That's not true. Completely.

She takes said surrendered basket and absolutely does not melt a little when the cowboy smiles. "Thanks for bringing something along--not that you bring you wasn't enough!"

open;

[punchedhitler]

[Steve arrives with Bucky in tow and an apple pie that he bought from the bakery down the street, because if he were left to cook it the pie would be mostly inedible. He sets it down on the table before he heads into the corner: he's terrible at parties, to say the least. He looks relatively sharp in his dress uniform (not his Avengers one) because it's the only nice thing he owns and when he's from people dress up for these sort of occasions.]

[anunluckypenny]

[Maybe Steve can't bake pies, but he fills a dress uniform out nicely; that counts as a talent in Penny's book. She greets Steve and Bucky with a bright smile when she has a moment to spare to say hello.]

Hey, guys! You're looking sharp.

[Bucky is included in this comment even though Penny might possibly have Steve alone in mind. Maybe. Yeah. Sorry, Bucky.]

[punchedhitler]

[He smiles when he sees her, because it's Thanksgiving and Steve can manage a smile on Thanksgiving. His smiles have been a little rare, recently.]

Happy Thanksgiving, Penny.

[anunluckypenny]

Happy Thanksgiving to you, too. I'm really glad you could make it.

[That's a shame; it's just as well that Penny doesn't see too much of Steve. She'd be forced to fuss about him if she thought anything was amiss and he doesn't need that.]

open;

[universaltranslator]

[Uhura is at the food tables, helping make sure that there's enough of everything for everybody. She catches sight of the cop that had arrested her during the brawl, and has to resist the urge to cover her face in embarrassment. She still can't believe she let herself get that drunk.

Maybe he won't recognize her. He's a cop. She can't be the first rambunctious drunk he's ever taken in.]




[ooc: Assuming he arrested her during the bar brawl okay?]

[punchedhitler]

[He turns to look over at her, and shakes his head just a little. Of course he remembers arresting her - but that doesn't mean she's a bad person, just drunk and upset. He moves over to her a little, and nods.]

Ma'am.

[ooc: YES]

[universaltranslator]

[Well, there goes that hope. But as far as she can remember, he had been perfectly pleasant for a cop. So she gives him a smile. It's only as awkward as you make it.]

Happy Thanksgiving, Officer. Have you gotten yourself a plate yet?


[ooc: Huzzah!]

[anunluckypenny]

[Some time after Uhura's encounter with Steve, Penny stops to chat with her. She couldn't help but notice that Uhura and Steve seemed to know each other already.]

So! You've met Steve Rogers before?

[Who is well out of hearing range.]

[universaltranslator]

[Uhura grins, a little awkwardly. Admitting you'd spent the night in jail to the woman who had just hired you isn't something she really wants to do.]

Just in passing. You know him?

open;

[skintoskin]

Neil has a lot to be thankful for and he considers Penny one of his best friends, so why wouldn't he come out to her lunch-thing? That and there's food. He looks like he doesn't eat much, but he guesses he must have a high metabolism.

He even brought something to add to the table, but it isn't brilliant. Charlie taught him how to bake cookies a while back, so he tried to make some chocolate chip ones... only he was out of chocolate chips and kind of... threw in whatever he had. They're actually not bad, but eh...

He pauses near the table, wondering if he should sit and where or if he should sign in someplace first or what?

open;

[anunluckypenny]

"Hey, Neil!" He can't stand around awkwardly for long without being noticed by Penny. She goes right up to him and gives him a hug.

"I'm glad you came! Did you bring these?" Referring to the cookies, of course. "Thank you so, so much."

open;

[skintoskin]

He smiles. "Hey, Pens!" Neil returns the hug as best he can without losing his grip on the cookies. When she indicates the box of cookies, he frowns a little. "You're welcome, but they might suck, so maybe you should hold off on the thanks."

open;

[anunluckypenny]

Good juggling skills, Neil. Penny offers to take the box of cookies off his hands. "I think you're probably selling yourself short, but even if they're awful, thank you. It's the thought that counts, you know?"

open. not late. what are you talking about. you're silly.

[dr_conscience]

The bringer of the turkey is, of course, present, having arrived early to ensure that the turkey (and anything else that he could help with) was all set and ready for the arrival of guests. He's mingling cordially before tending to his own plate, ever friendly and approachable, even if he does tend more toward the edges of the crowd.

It is ALWAYS Thanksgiving time!

[anunluckypenny]

Penny catches Wilson early on (but not while he's dealing with the dead bird, because that's so not something she wants to see). As soon as her hands are free, she assaults him with a hug.

"Hey, James! You're a lifesaver, you know that?"

HOORAY

[dr_conscience]

Of course it goes without saying that the hug is returned. At the comment, he gives a small laugh, with the slightest impish grin.

"Actually, I think it's in my job description."

[anunluckypenny]

It's so good to see Wilson out and about and with people. Penny makes a mental note to invite him out soon.

He gets a giggle out of her. "And now you're doing it off the job, too."