( 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

cleanup

[firstroar]

[he almost doesn't realize he's there before he's standing before him, holding a small pile of the cookware, having to halt at that intersection of tables to wait for the path to clear.

it's a long enough pause for him to lift his eyes and slowly grow more aware, focus sharpening out of surprise.]

You...

[hostage]

[Jesse stops midway through wiping down the tabletop, setting his rag down as he turns to look over his shoulder. That kind of greeting makes him think he's about to be hit or something.]

Um... Hey.

[firstroar]

[no hitting, just staring. as if staring and waiting is going to yield more than the void Jesse is to Blue's power.

his eyes drift down and away at length, and he turns to move around, rather than ask him to move.] Excuse me.

[he needs a couple minutes to...to think of something. if addressing him at all beyond that is in the cards.]

[hostage]

[Well, that was... weird. But he figures that it shouldn't surprise him. It's exactly the kind of thing he thought would happen if he told people what he could do. He doesn't take any pleasure from people being afraid of him, though. It kind of hurts.

But he tells himself to get over it. It's not like they're wrong about him.

After a moment of staring at Blue's back, Jesse returns to his work.]

[firstroar]

[more than a couple minutes, actually. Blue lets himself get lost in his task for a fraction of the time, since thinking too much on Jesse and the horrible experiences his acquaintance stems from isn't...really helpful to his abysmal mood.

but guilt trumps, and on his return trip from delivering dishes to be washed, he comes to a stop on the side of the table opposite Jesse, waiting a beat for his attention instead of asking for it outright.

once it's there, he speaks quietly:] I didn't think to thank you. I should have. [a beat.] I apologize.

[hostage]

[It's a thanks now? Jesse stops what he's doing again.]

It's okay. You don't gotta thank me.

[firstroar]

[going on as if Jesse hadn't said anything at all:] I may not have seen her again, had you not done what you did. [direct. eye. contact.] It's important.

[hostage]

[...Intense.]

I, um... I'm glad I could help.

[firstroar]

[he prolongs that moment a beat before his gaze moves away, all that super serious business watering back down to tired and sad. he nods, stepping backward a step, and moves away, leaving Jesse to his business. done and done.]