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

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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

OTA, dinner time

[blondtactician]

[Armin is overwhelmed by the sight of all this food. Even after months in this new world, this abundance, even being trapped in this little, isolated stronghold, is a little shocking.

He actually bumps into the person ahead of him in line.]

Oh! Sorry!

[coiffeur]

[Koujaku turns around at the voice, not looking bothered by it. In fact, he smiles. Yet there's a little red bird on his shoulder who says something not as nice.] Watch where yer going, kid!

[He raises his hand to the bird.] Don't mind him, it's not a big deal. Excited for all the festivities, huh? I don't blame you.

[blondtactician]

[WHY DO ANIMALS TALK HERE. SERIOUSLY. Armin looks nervous, and all bu bows to the bird in apology.]

Ah - I'm sorry, just the same.

I'm just not used to seeing so much food around.

[coiffeur]

[Koujaku looks pretty relaxed and even upbeat and friendly, but his little pet bird still looks a little huffy.] Really? Have you ever been to a festival before? During the summer, there's one back in Midorijima that has food stalls all lined up full of street food. If you played your cards right, you could win a girl's heart for the night by buying her a tasty snack.

[He moves to the side a little.] Why don't you go in front of me? Sounds like you're more eager than me.

[blondtactician]

[Armin smiles faintly at the story.] I haven't been to any place like that since I was a child, and even then, the food wasn't like this.

Thank you - that really wasn't necessary.

[Armin isn't planning to pig out. He's still at a loss of where to start.]

...What do you think... um... out of all of these dishes, what's the best?

[coiffeur]

Well now's your chance! [He pats him on the shoulder briefly before moving his hand back.] Eat all you want, but not too much.

[He shurgs.] A growing young man needs food to go strong. I think I'm at my limit already. [He looks at the various foods and then rubs his chin.] That's a good question. What sort of food do you like?

[blondtactician]

[Armin seems bewildered at the man's friendliness, but politeness (especially since the man just gave him his place in line) dictates that he not run away just yet.]

I've had turkey a few times, and that was good. I do know what pie is... what kind of berries are those? [They look like they could be poisonous, but that seems unlikely.]

[coiffeur]

I haven't eaten turkey often myself, but it looks good. [ Especially since he hasn't had a home cooked meal since he arrived. ]

Berries? [ He looks, seeing bright red ones. ] I think they're called cranberries. They're tart, but since they looked like they're cooked with sugar, it shouldn't be too sour. [He looks at his face.] Don't be scared, go on, you can try a little. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat the rest of it.

[blondtactician]

They don't have it where I'm from.

[Armin cautiously picks out a few modest pieces of dark meat, and spoons cranberries in right next to him. You'd think this was super-complicated by how nervous he is about it all.] Oh, potatoes. I know those. [Kind of relieved, he gets some of that as well.]

[coiffeur]

[ He senses something isn't exactly "normal" with this kid, but what is normal? And it's none of his business anyway. As long as the kid's fine now and going to have a nice dinner, he shouldn't pry into things.]

I would hope so. They're pretty versatile when it comes to cooking -- you can bake, mash, fry, steam, and broil them. It seems like we have a variety of choices today. [ And he starts getting some food for himself. ] This food is a lot more Western than what I usually eat, but trying and doing new things, it helps us grow.

[moonlitlove]

Hey!

[A delicious roll goes flying out of Usagi's hand. She stares down at it on the floor for a second, seems to consider, and then munches it anyway. She turns to consider him as she eats in line.]

I know it's a little wobbly up here, but we can't waste food.

[blondtactician]

[It's like he's meeting Potato Girl all over again. Armin smiles nervously.]

I'm so sorry. You're right. I'm just not used to seeing so much food in one place.

[moonlitlove]

[And that takes her off her little flash of anger and into sympathy.]

...you didn't have much to eat?

That's awful. It's hard to do much when you're hungry, isn't it?

[blondtactician]

You get used to it. I actually got pretty sick the first few days I came here, because people kept wanting to feed me things I never had before and I wasn't prepared. [Armin waves a hand as if to say 'no big deal'.]

It's painful, after awhile, when you have to till fields or something like that in the cold with only a bit of bread or gruel in their stomachs. [Honestly, it would likely have been just as dirty, or dirtier.] A lot of people got sick, but we'd try to eat the green bits of weeds and so me and my friends never did.

[Armin looks sad, nostalgic. He probably wouldn't go on and on about this, but it's hard not to think about how Eren would have liked this feast, too. And now he's gone.]

[moonlitlove]

It was really that bad?

Wow. Even the powder stuff must seem pretty good.

But that just means you have to try everything, right? Don't forget the cranberry sauce.

[blondtactician]

Worse than I'm making it sound, for so many reasons. [Armin says quietly.]

Um... which one's the cranberry sauce?

[moonlitlove]

[She looks sad for a bit, but she won't let that stop her from helping him stuff his face. She immediately snatches a plate and starts piling it high.]

This stuff! And don't forget this bread, it's pretty sweet. There's this turkey stuff, and then we've got potato, and...you can have the veggies if you want, but they're gross.

[blondtactician]

Vegetables are important too, or you'll get sick.

[Armin chides gently. In contrast, he plates up rather modest amounts of food.]

[moonlitlove]

They're still icky.

[She grudgingly takes a few carrots, though. Gross or not, it's still better than the rations.]

Come on, don't be shy! You're supposed to eat as much as you want.

[mach_n_roll]

Hahah, don't worry, m' sure there's enough for everyone!

[Chimes in the hedgehog behind him in line when he does.]

sorry for the delay, my phone e-mail ate this tag...

[blondtactician]

[Armin blinks at the... creature behind him. It's truly unlike anything he's seen, though he's a little bit reminded of the small robot dog he met not long ago. Still, his surprise is no reason not to be polite.]

I hope so. It seem strange to have a feast like this when we should be rationing...

I know how that goes. >,>

[mach_n_roll]

[It's okay, Armin. Sonic's been regarded with worse.]

Yeah, but usually when they ration, they can't grab spare turkeys from the past either. [Sonic counters, grinning.] Don't worry, I'm sure the guys in charge wouldn't leave us hungry!

[Well, he's pretty sure, anyway.]

[blondtactician]

That's demonstrating a lot of faith in the people who kidnapped you.

[Armin is not being sarcastic, more observant than anything. Armin carefully spoons himself some orange stuff. He's pretty sure it's vegetables.]

[mach_n_roll]

[He must be new here.]

I like to keep it optimistic. What's your name, kiddo?

[blondtactician]

Armin Arlert. [Armin forces a smile. The endearment 'kiddo' is absolutely baffling to him.]

And you?