( open ) happy moonsgiving, everyone! (forward dated to 11/15)

[crocodilesmiles]

Date & Time: All Day, November 15th, 3313
Location: Focused centrally on the Moon Base Cafeteria.
Characters: Any and all!
Summary: It's a feast on the moon under the guise of being a new sort of Thanksgiving! Food, drink, merriment, food comas... lend a helping hand, fill a few plates of goodies, and meet friends new and old!
Warnings: None right now. Please PM this account should anything go beyond a "my grandmother is also reading this and that is okay" level of appropriate.
Notes: Tag in action or prose, and please specify a time of day, location, or activity your character is participating in! (Set-up, the feast, clean up, etc.) Feel free to offer multiple prompts, as your heart desires! Also, Collette is asking for people to write something they're thankful for on butchers paper on the wall before getting their first plate of food. This is 100% optional!

In the morning, the setting up begins. It's hard to say what's a morning versus what isn't on the moon, but using the lighting system as a sort of guide, those who offered to help set up the feast or continue on with the cooking will all be there bright and early.

After things are cleaned, the cooking continues on while further set up of plateware and silverware and hard to break glasses are left to those helping hands with a mind for arrangement details. The whole of one section has been converted into a sort of buffet-style lineup, waiting for the dishes to be complete and set at ready. All varieties of the usual dietary fare have been offered, some in greater quantities than others.

Then comes the time where people stopping by or trickling in aren't just turned around or co-opted into assisting; it's feast time, though not before an announcement that each person getting a plate of food must write at least one thing they're thankful for on a large sheet of butcher paper taped up to the wall. There's a variety of colored markers and pens provided, from someone's personal (and eclectic) collection. It's a soft price to pay for free food and plenty of it!

When the feasting has wound down, so begins the clean up. Tired, drunk, well fed, over fed, or simply content, people will be shuffled out or dragged into helping turn the cafeteria back into working, normal form. What decorations were added will need collecting (or stealing), plates and dishes and cooking implements and pots and pans will need washing, and floors a good sweeping and waterless mopping before things are all back in order. Leftovers, if there are any, will need to be placed in sealable containers and put into refrigeration.

And then, blissfully unaware of anything impending on the horizon, to bed, or different haunts, for the night.

Comments

towards the end

[lazyinlove]

Collette may be tired, but Allergies isn't! She's a nocturnal being, thank you very much. And anyway, there's food everywhere! She loves food.

She scrambles around, licking from plates, whether people are finished with them or not, and batting at sneakers. Or, in Collette's case, wheels.

Caught one!

[crocodilesmiles]

Small, fuzzy creatures are only on her radar because she's been one enough to always wonder in part if it isn't someone she should be watching out for. (The Yeerks could morph, after all, by the time she was in the war.)

This tiny ball of fluff grabs her attention as she notes movement by one wheel, Collette peering down with her brow furrowing before she snorts, leaning over and making to scoop the kitten up with one hand. "Hey, fuzzball, what do you think you're doing?"

[lazyinlove]

Bap! Right in the nose, Collette. Your hair is a super cool kitten toy, little do you know.

[crocodilesmiles]

She has not a clue. Collette's experience with cats pretty much started and ended with luring one close enough to morph it months ago.

"Woah there!" she says, laughing. "Careful of the nose! Where'd you come from? Someone's gotta be missing you now, if you're up here." Looking up, she set the kitten in her lap and ran a hand down over it's head and along its back. She scans the room to see if anyone appears to be looking for something in particular, or calling out kitty kitty kitty.

[lazyinlove]

The amount of sound the thing makes when Collette pets it is extremely disproportionate to its size. The purring that results is HUGE. Whoever this kitten belongs to it seems happy and well adjusted, and completely unafraid of strangers.

It also doesn't look like anyone is crawling around looking for the thing. Weird, huh? Where did it come from?

[crocodilesmiles]

The purr is almost startling. Collette blinks down at the furry cretin in her lap, laughing. "Wow, you're a regular little engine, aren't you? Someone's got to be missing you." Someone who probably took kitty out for a walk, given how staying stuck in one place here was enough to drive anyone, or anything, insane.

"Anybody misplace a kitten?" she calls out to the room at large.

[lazyinlove]

That's weird. That plate just fell off the stack all on it's own.

The kitten glances over that way and makes happy eyes, then purrs all over Collette some more. Awwwyeah. Attention rocks.

[crocodilesmiles]

Plates falling out of nowhere? Collette squints.

"Hello?"

The kitten gets more cursory petting, and a startled glance when those claws catch some of her feeling skin. All those happy paws in her legs haven't produced a single twitch. "Watch the claws, fuzzy!"

[lazyinlove]

The cat suddenly vanishes!

[crocodilesmiles]

Instinctively, her hands fall down to where the kitten had been. "No way! What the --"

[lazyinlove]

"Shhh. It's fine."

Says the disembodied voice of a teenage boy, still a bit on the croaky side. Surprise?

[crocodilesmiles]

"Aaaah!"

Surprised is indeed the word.

"Who said that?!"

[lazyinlove]

Collette's hair gets a friendly, invisible ruffle. But the disembodied voice ain't talking, girl.

[crocodilesmiles]

Collette grabs for whatever is on her head! Come now, like she won't try!

[lazyinlove]

Too slow! It has the advantage of invisibility, whatever it is.

[crocodilesmiles]

"It's rude to give invisible hair ruffles! It makes a girl think she's gone crazy," she says morosely, but she has to laugh, since she can't even pretend to hold on to the emotion.

[lazyinlove]

"She probably has."

There it is again. A playful brush past as the invisible thing makes for the door.

It smells like it's got more than just kittens in its pockets. Possibly an entire dinner shoved in there via napkins.

[crocodilesmiles]

All scents that make an impact on her nose.

"It's rude to eat and run, you know!"

And placing that voice in her tiredness, she adds, "Stan."

[lazyinlove]

"Hey..." This response is hissed, and there's a ticklish brush of her hair across his wrist as he invisibly covers her mouth with his palm. It's loose, not threatening, still the sort of thing a kid who doesn't have wartime experience would do. The solid warmth of his palm and the hot breath Collette will feel on her ear when he leans in and whispers to her are proof enough he's no ghost.

"Don't spread it around, okay? I'm not supposed to have this thing, you know?"

[crocodilesmiles]

It makes her go stiff, and if she were anyone other than herself her reaction past that point would have been different. Her free hand twitches toward her stopwatch as it is -- but his voice, the fact his hand doesn't increase pressure into something more threatening than it already is stays her hand.

She nods her head slowly, not tempted to talk against his hand. Instead she plucks at his invisible wrist, taking a wild guess at what he meant.

"The kitten, or the not being seen thing?"

[lazyinlove]

It's easy to move his hand away. He's not actually trying to gag her, just wanted to get her attention. He whispers back at her, this time not as directly in her ear. The heat from his body straightens and moves a step away.

"Both. I think. But mostly the second one."

[crocodilesmiles]

Yeah, well... got enough for Peace in your pockets?"

She snorts, keeping her voice soft. "You could have asked for a plate of leftovers to be delivered, you know!"

[lazyinlove]

"She gets first dibs...you really would've brought us some?"

He's surprised, and not just a bit. Saul offering to cook for them is one thing. He's got a vested interest in Stanley staying alive, and it's called keeping Jesse happy. But Collette doesn't have any reason to offer food. It's got to be genuine coming from her. No way she's still stuck on that accidental kidnapping thing, if she's offering him food.

[crocodilesmiles]

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Her question is almost teasing, to the invisible person she suspects is standiiing still right behind her. "I've done it for friends before. Even did last Thanksgiving," she admits, though she can admit as readily to herself she's glad she didn't need to this year. She likes having large groupings of her favorite people. Caesar being there of his own free will, actually talking to people, and overall in a generally good mood?

Cherry on top of her favorite sundae.

[lazyinlove]

"You say that like anyone would." It's not that Stan isn't aware he's always had shitty friends. It's more that good friends who have your back even about little things like dinner? They've always been kind of a pipe dream. Collette might not think its a big deal, but it is. It's special. He shakes his head, forgetting she can't see him. And then his arms are around her, chin over her shoulder from behind. There's a metallic sound as he whacks his knee on her spokes, or whatever they call them when they're on those type of wheels. But it doesn't discourage him from breathing the scent of cranberry against her collarbone and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Next time I'll ask."