→ 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. ]

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. ]

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.]

[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.

[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.]

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 doesn't seem phased. He lives with all children.]

Yeah, just got here yesterday.

[studmuffin]

Oh good, and your second day is food of wonder day? Awesome.

[dragonofalthena]

Yup. We need to do this on Silver Star. 'though I like more fish in 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?

[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!

[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??]

[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.]

[lefthandedgenius]

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

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

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.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Oh, a new face, to her anyway. Interesting hair, too. Lydia nibbles on a cornbread muffin as she lifts her gaze through her lashes to regard the person approaching her.]

Hello. New to the City?

[dragonofalthena]

[He laughs, the hand not holding his place goes to the back of his head.] Yeah, just fell in yesterday.

I've met mostly guys. It's nice to see there's cute girls around, too.

[He is not subtle.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia's brows go up. No, he is definitely not subtle. She gives him a faint smile.] That's sweet of you to say. You're taking the situation very well. Are you accustomed to the whole multi-dimensional thing where you're from?

[dragonofalthena]

Not really, but... [He shrugs, lowering the hand in his hair.] You know, you find out a friend of yours is actually the Goddess, that you're one of her four guardians and practically immortal, and then that people who've exploded can come back to life after 1,000 years... Yeah it was shocking coming here but it happened and I'm just gonna go with it.

[lefthandedgenius]

Tonight, on Out-of-Context theater...

'Just go with it' is a pretty good policy to have around here, admittedly.

[dragonofalthena]

Lot of whacked out things happen here?

[lefthandedgenius]

I suppose that depends if you feel like 'sucked into a pocket reality outside the flow of the space-time continuum' to be particularly whacked out.

[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. ]