exsiliumlogs | (thanksgiving) a thank you for the memories we're about to make

Date & Time: Thursday, November 22nd, afternoon to evening. (Or earlier.)
Location: Apartment 403
Characters: Collette (Animorphs), Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf), and anyone invited/who might have been invited/who has decided to gatecrash with a potluck offering.
Summary: Collette and Isaac are hosting a for friends Thanksgiving. Which might have gotten slightly larger than planned, and might not be comprised of people who all get along. But it'll be fine! Right? How much can go wrong over a pot-luck Thanksgiving dinner?
Warnings: Everything that can go wrong might very well go wrong.
Notes: Tag in prose or action, whatever suits, and use subject lines to your advantage! All is presumed opened unless specified otherwise. General time subsections have been included for before dinner, during dinner, and after dinner. Threads do not need to be under these subthreads! They're general guidelines people may choose to use.

Enjoy!

Collette had ordered a turkey and spiral-cut ham through one of the butcher shops close to the hold, arranging through them to get the meats that went to what she supposed would be caterers were she back in her own place and time. Here, she just knew them as the people who were going to make sure nothing happened to the turkey part of the meal.

She's pretty sure they're eating turkey and not some other sort of bird.

Either way, between the meat delivered at noon and the rolls she'd picked up that morning, Collette was certain there'd be enough of the basic necessities for even werewolves to feel full with the little something extras appearing under the broad umbrella of a potluck. She was doing her best not to spend too much time thinking about Lym, how she'd not been home the last few days, and how the network tag for her had gone dead.

It's a small, cold comfort, but Collette wants to believe that means Lym is home and arranging for her slow reclaiming of the kingdom away from her jerk of a fiancee with the help of her older brother. She can be thankful for that chance, if not in losing a friend. (Almost like a younger sister, as far as her affections had gone. A very strangely, but well dressed younger sister.)

She reminded herself to talk to Isaac to see if he had a preference for what they did with Lym's stuff. Collette didn't want it to wait around and then be carted off by the Initiative, like Roslyn had waited with Loki's things. That felt... cold and impersonal. But some of the boxing wasn't practical for her to do on her own.

But all of that was for some later time. Right now, she had good things to look forward to -- possibly even frightening ones, with Franziska and Miles' broadcast earlier that day -- and genuine excitement to repress that minor guilt and sadness in losing another friend. She's not lost. She's back where she belongs, so she's really not lost at all.

"Happy Thanksgiving," she informed the room, eying the unlit candles in her impromptu centerpiece. The various fruits and squashes she'd arranged coming out of the basket she liked to use for light shopping was pretty innovative, in her mind. "Didn't think I'd be seeing this holiday again."

Twice as thankful, and both happy and guilty, that she has. "Do we even have a carving knife?"

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Takegami likes making an entrance. Even though he wasn't too familiar with the American idea of Thanksgiving, he knew it was a party with food and drinks and thus dressed accordingly. So he was finely turned out in casual rock star chic and carrying a small tote with three bottles of good bubbly, not the kind that was just bubbles and juice, but the kind that had a little alcohol to them. It wasn't much by his standards, and almost like wine coolers although thosehad more alcohol to them than the bottles he brought.

"Here you go, some drinks to make things lively," he said, holding the tote up for inspection.

Collette was fairly sure Takegami was overdressed for what she'd told Edgeworth he was attending. It's an amusing detail, ones he only comments on as a compliment. "You look nice!"

Not to imply he looked otherwise the rest of the time. "If I'm getting this right, you brought alcohol?" She looks at his tote, curious to see what's inside. "No one ever says soda livens things up."

"I over dressed again, didn't I?" he replied, laughing a little at his own vanity. He enjoyed looking nice; it was one of things that he didn't like about this place, but he had managed to find ways to convert the castoff clothing into something hip.

His grin widen as he waved the tote lightly. "Of course." He paused and leaned close to whisper the rest only for her. "It's only a little bit, just enough to tingle the senses but not enough to get drunk off, unless you drink all the bottles yourself."

She peered at his tote, nodding her head in mock solemnity. "Understood. Make sure no one runs off with a bottle all on their own then, Takegami! You bring it, you guard it. Or else you get to help take care of the drunks afterward."

Collette grinned, not kidding in the slightest about the dual responsibility for any spontaneous occurrences of drunken adults from this point forward. "I wouldn't say you're overdressed. You're just a little more formal than the rest!"

"Always the bartender. Always."

He mock pouts for about five seconds before he starts laughing and shakes his head. The things he does in order to blend in is rather amusing, even to his own limited capabilities.

"Of course, I will guard the drinks with my hair spray."

"Hairspray?" Collette grins, imagining that line of defense. "With or without a lighter? It sounds dangerous either way. Maybe we should put Miles in charge of the alcohol."

"How else do I style my hair in the mornings?"

He laughed though because no, he doesn't use hairspray. For one, the stuff was expensive if he did find it. For another, his hair was starting to get a curl to it from growing a little longer than how he normally wears it.

"No, no, I will have to use my charming wit and a few applications of a kiss or two."

"You're going to kiss people away from the alcohol?" She giggled, biting down on her lip. "That's so crazy! I bet it'd work, too." She almost wanted to see this in action, though it would mean far more exclusive attention paid to just a part of the party over all the rest.

The pains of being a social butterfly and a good hostess.

"Save any good stories for sharing with me later!"

"It keeps them distracted," he replied and laughed. This party idea was certainly lifting his mind from his usual nightly thoughts. He was glad that he did come to it.

"Oh, I shall."

His face wasn't familiar but for the fact that it was essentially in the stamp of the faces Rin had seen for most all of her life. One of her countrymen, though she hadn't seen him in the flesh - nevertheless he looked and sounded familiar. That sense of recognition earned Takegami a brief but unsubtle stare in the face, Rin's body language otherwise diffident. Though she was clearly armed, with her sword for the moment strapped over her back.

He was always armed. The rings on his fingers, the ones that looked like they were molded while still hot, those ones were the weapons he got when he first came here. Not only that, but the subtle way he stood spoke to a person who had trained in a dojo; he also had some formal training, though not exclusively centered on swordwork.

Noticing her gaze, his lips quirked up, and he bowed. Maybe it was not as deep as someone in her time would have done, but it was a polite echo of their homeland.

The traditional gesture garnered a smile from her in turn, and Rin bowed back after a moment. She appreciated being reminded of home; she'd been pretty far afield for a long time, and hadn't really ever stopped being homesick from it.

That opening gesture done she waffled briefly, hit by a fit of shyness. It bit at her sometimes. But curiosity would always drive her, and nostalgia for the familiar. She moved closer, enough that asking a question wouldn't require her to shout. "Where are you from?" Japan, she thought, but it wasn't for sure in this kind of place, was it? Besides, she meant more what part than anything else.

He settled the bubbly by the counter, taking out the first bottle, one that was labels as being a strawberry-lime blush. It only takes him a moment to open it and let it breathe.

"Okinawa, Japan. Where are you from?"

"Edo." She punctuated the remark with a smile, warmed both by meeting a familiar countryman and the familiarity of the voice. She knew the modern name was Tokyo but to her it was a different city. It would have to be, from the one she knew. Time had changed it as much as any variability in location could. "What year?"

"Ah, 2007. It was turning into fall when I was brought here. What time was it for you?"

The old name for Tokyo already told him about her time, but he was not rude. Her manner alone spoke of an earlier time and one that called time mind the samurai and ladies of his childhood tales.

To celebrate meeting a countryman she broke out the Japanese. An old, old accent, but one near and dear to her heart - maybe even difficult to understand for its lofty age. But Rin would never want to change her Japanese no matter how outlandish it sounded to a modern ear. "The second year of Tenmei." Centuries past now, held critically and nostalgically in her heart. "That's quite a difference. You're catching me, right?" What she said, that was.

It might be an old tongue and the words might not be the same, but he could catch what she was saying. It helped that he enjoyed the old writings and plays and had spent time hunting down the proper - ie original - versions whenever he could.

"Yes, I can understand you. Maybe speak a little slower?"

(thanksgiving) a thank you for the memories we're about to make

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I can't remember if he used video with her or not

he does but that's okay :3 they haven't talked in a while

excellent c:

8D

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