→ turkey is a winter delicacy, of course

[scienceandstuff]

When: November 28th.
Rating: PG-13 ( please post if your thread rating goes higher than this! )
Characters: Yours.
Summary: Turkey day ! What do you have to be thankful for? The lack of zombies? The fact that you've survived another year here in City - central? The abundance of leftovers? Well, the Anonymous Movement is here to help you celebrate and maybe try to understand the importance of the turkey thing.

LOG: The City Academy is all lit up today - music and chatter leaking from the dining room, the smell of food a tempting trail of breadcrumbs. The gymnasium is warm and inviting, instead of sports equipment there are tables covered in white table cloths, candle light flickering at each of them. It's to accommodate each of the City members, obviously designed to create a nice, mingling atmosphere. There are no name cards, no specific places. Take a seat, enjoy the feast.

The food itself is impressive, tables piled high with dishes of hot, piping food. It's not just Earth's delicacy either - there are plates from all sorts of places, strange wobbling jellies and black squiggling looking things - but most of them have been taste tested. By Eloise's lizard kittens, but they're all alive, that's a good thing.

Each citizen has been sent an invite for tonight - a request that they bring along a food from their own home, a potluck of every universe. Come, be merry, be thankful.

Comments

Stiles | Open

[studmuffin]

[ Who can resist free food, right?

Back in Beacon Hills Stiles usually either spent the holiday with his dad eating frozen turkey dinners, or at the McCall house. He thinks maybe the parents took it in turns to take in wayward sons for the day itself. He has his suspicions at least. It's not going to be like that here, he hasn't really spoken to Scott in a while and if he didn't check the Hall daily he'd be pretty bummed. Maybe he'll see his best friend forever here, maybe not.

Find him working his way through mashed potatoes. ]

[dragonofalthena]

[Nall doesn't know the point behind Free Food Day but hey, free food. And he hasn't been around long enough to be suspicious about this thing he doesn't understand.

But lets be honest here, even if he had been around to be suspicious, he would totally still have shown up.

He grins at the guy working through potatoes.]

Hey.

[studmuffin]

Hi.

[ Oops, that was with his mouth full. He swallows hastily and gives a little sheepish grin. ] You're new. I haven't seen you around before.

Bucky | Open

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's checking in. Steve is a big fan of getting among the people and maybe that's rubbing off on Bucky. Maybe he just thinks that he should get out there more.

Mostly he's here for food because Bucky Barnes cannot resist free food. And maybe beer. He could drink beer. And then go home and go to sleep in a beer haze. He's looking forward to it. ]

[dragonofalthena]

[For his part, Nall has been stopping at each food, eating and then moving to the next. He can be something of a bottomless pit and his current plan is to do an entire circuit and then goh for seconds. When he gets close enough to Bucky, he looks up and grins.]

Got a favorite yet?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky gives a responding smile, arms crossed over his chest. ] Ain't nothing better'n the turkey. That's what Thanksgivings all about.

[ A pause. ] And being thankful and stuff, I guess.

[hexuality]

[Where there's food, there must be a Weasley. But this one doesn't plan on staying long, she's felt out of sorts for a while now, so she's just planning on dropping off a little dish so as to not be rude (one of her mother's extra pies, thanks very much) and then gathering up something to munch on and slip back into her flat.

Excuse her as she brushes past, Bucky. She didn't see you there.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky raises an eyebrow as she drifts on past, lost in her own little world. ]

Hey Weasley, we don't say hi no more?

[bettercallit]

[ He's pacing himself as far as the food goes, enjoying not being stuck alone in the apartment making do with whatever he can muster up for once, and heads over when he spots Bucky, grabbing a couple of beers along the way. He hands one over. ]

Think there'll be anything left by the time everyone's done?

[yourbestguysgun]

Why, you looking forward to a turkey sub?

[ He takes the beer with a grin, clinking his beer against Clint's. ] If it looks dangerous then I guess me and you'll have to use our wits, save some from the hoards.

Nall | Open

[dragonofalthena]

[Wait wait wait. FREE FOOD? Okay, so he had to bring something of his own. That's fine.

He considers, not quite seriously, showing up in full dragon form. Do you have any idea how much a dragon can eat? But he shows up looking human, except for those elongated canines. No one said he could disguise himself perfectly.

And he will just be at the food because Free Food is the best thing ever.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter comes bearing food, after all, the invite demanded as much, and with living just him and Lynda for most of his life, he'd picked up on how to cook. And there was at least one traditional dish that was easy enough to make; called pirogo it was a sort of noodle pudding that he'd grown up loving. Egg noodles and coconut milk and raisins and pineapple and butter and a crusting of sugar.

The presentation is pretty casual; just a baking pan, but, hey. He brought food. That's gotta count for something, right? He finds a place on the crowded table, and then grabs himself a plate and sets to sampling, all while keeping an eye out for people he knows, or even just someone that looks interesting.

He might not really get the whole Thanksgiving thing, but, he's up for free food, at least.]

[dragonofalthena]

[He tries the noodle and milk-like-stuff item. It's sweet and milky and sweet! Althena, he'd take that with a fish or twenty! He looks over at the guy who he saw set it down.]

This is awesome!

Q / Open

[fingersnapping]

[ Q hasn't eaten, hasn't changed, hasn't showered, and he fell asleep on a bench. That imp who presently called itself 'Guinan' had told him, once upon a time, that he was a miserable excuse for a human, that he would have to rely on the charity of others to survive. Right now that wasn't in question. The invite he'd been given had been a moment of recognition, almost as though he thought it was for him alone. At last, he was finally getting somewhere, albeit the slow, mortal way of getting somewhere. He was going to get some answers, or at the very least find someone to take his building desire for revenge out on.

But...there's food, and the smell of it alone makes his stomach growl--and he hates the feeling with the burning plasma of a thousand warp cores, so eating is the only answer.

Bringing food from his own home, though? That was more of a challenge. Q hovered beside an empty space at the table for some time, his chin on his hand, then with a flicking gesture, like knocking dust out of the air in front of him, he summons a vast crystal punch bowl, fashioned as a trickling fountain, its contents - at first glance - pure water.

It isn't water, and it - and its contents - will vanish at midnight. ]

Now. What's good?

[dragonofalthena]

[He recognizes the voice but barely gives him a look. Instead, he motions to a plate of fish. Yeah, he's going to eat a bunch of this before moving on! How can someone know everything and not know how awesome fish is??]

[fingersnapping]

[ Well, he has to start somewhere. Q approaches the plate, then just reaches down and pokes one of the fishes. Nobody ever taught him not to touch food he wasn't going to eat at a banquet either. ]

Are you sure? Eurgh. [ Recoiling. ] It smells worse than an Orion slavepit.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia is fascinated. Also, no one's told her about Q yet.]

That's...not water. What is that?

[fingersnapping]

A variation on a theme. Go ahead, try it.

[ 'A taste of home'. Well, he could take that one a little more generally than most. The liquid, poured out of the punch ladle, would take on the consistency, color and taste of 'something from home'. A rich lemonade, a dry gin and tonic--Klingon blood wine. It would find that hidden truth, exactly what the drinker desired, and become what they wanted it to be.

A taste of home indeed. ]

[directives]

[ as per usual with gatherings of the sort, janeway doesn't attend because she wants to be there. thanksgiving is an antiquated holiday back on earth, something that's quickly being lost to the passage of time as the lines between countries blur and that which is native to a region gives way to what's accepted globally. her mother's side of the family might've held steadfast to the tradition, but kathryn was quickly opting out of thanksgiving dinners as soon as she was old enough to in favor of studying or doing something else more important than tipping her hat to earth's past. thus, she hasn't been around thanksgiving festivities in years — well over a decade, maybe two — and is there for one reason and one reason only: q.

she at least looks as if she belongs there, always making an effort to blend in even when she's present for show, moral support, or because the captain's presence is required — but she doesn't look too happy when she spots q lingering near one of the tables beside of bowl whose contents she's not about to trust for a nanosecond. ]

What's good is the lack of your presence from this celebration. I won't have you toying with anyone today, Q.

[fingersnapping]

[ After a full night alone, and dare-he-ever-admit-it frightened, familiar company was a relief. Q couldn't just reach out and know Kathryn was there; her presence on the communications device had been all the proof he had, and that was Disconcerting with a capital D. But here she was, real and present and looking stunning despite the muted fabric.

He, on the other hand, still stood out in Starfleet red, still wore all four of his pips, and quite unexpectedly - perhaps - invited himself in for a hug the moment she appeared, relieved as he was to see her. ]

Oh but Kathy, there's so much to be thankful for. Me for example.

[ He inclines his head to one side, craning it to take in her profile. ]

You look younger. Did you do something with your hair?

Lydia - OTA

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia doesn't inhale her food, but she also doesn't pick at it. She has a healthy appetite and good table manners, but is admittedly more interested in socializing. She tends to carry her plate around, try a little bit of everything, and either seat herself next to people for amiable chatting or make sure she's in a spot where people are welcome to come chat with her if they like.

She's a bit of a sucker for sweet potato pie, should there be any available.]

[dragonofalthena]

[He happens to see her pass by as she's getting her food and makes a point of going over to talk to her. Sure, he's not human and she's probably little more than a child compared to his age (even if he looks 15, 16), but... since when has Nall passed up on flirting with a cute human?]

Heya.

[bettercallit]

[ He's quiet as he approaches, taking advantage of the empty seat beside her while it lasts, dragging his own plate and drink along with him as he tries to at least speak to the people he knows better than most. ]

Haven't seen you in a while. You doing okay?

Clint Barton || Open

[bettercallit]

[ Clint grew up in various places and none ever celebrated the tradition, not like this, at least, so there's no way he's missing out, even dressing up smarter than usual, and bearing both beer and food to add to the feast.

While carefully eating through the heaped plate of food, Clint might not make much conversation, but he looks comfortable in a way he rarely feels in crowds, at ease, and he occasionally nods over at someone he knows and offers a smile to others. He's enjoying the day and the company alike, and it's that that he's the most thankful for, as well as surviving another year longer than he ever expected; he does miss the people from home, though, but wishing they were here is more selfish than he's prepared to be. ]

[dragonofalthena]

[Nall has been wandering around the table and trying everything that everyone is bringing in. After he's completed a circuit and tried everything, the walking, talking bottomless pit looks around the room to make sure he's chatted with everyone (since they've all brought food). It only seems like the thing to do.

He wanders over to Clint, because he knows he hasn't spoke to this person yet. How rude to eat of his offering and not say hello!]

Hi there.