crocodilesmiles: (☇ smile in mildly amused disbelief)
Collette ([personal profile] crocodilesmiles) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-11-09 04:24 pm

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

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.
hostage: (startled ☣)

[personal profile] hostage 2013-11-12 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Christ, he hadn't even seen her there. Jesse jerks back a little in surprise, then eases up. Only slightly, because seeing her brings up a whole different kind of tension, and it doesn't help that he's been thinking about her all night already. His face feels hot all of a sudden and he glances around to make sure no one's paying attention in case he's gone bright red. But no one gives a shit about two people cleaning up a table, apparently, and he doesn't see Mr. White lurking around either.]

H-Hey.
launderer: (c r o s s e d)

[personal profile] launderer 2013-11-12 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[She has that same sort of nervous smile, but his reaction is at least not total horror. And she finds herself smiling again. Because whatever happened, he really did want it. And he hasn't tried to get anything from her or prove anything to her by what they did.

It's-- nice.

But now what?

She can't actually acknowledge any of this, because if anyone found out--

Well.

She would rather just think it's a one time thing. It happens. People fall into bed all the time together. It was nice and fun, and she needed it. And dear God he is amazing. That thing he does--

No, Sky. Stop right there.

She makes herself stop thinking about that before brushing back a strand of blonde hair.]


How are you? [That is the only thing that comes to mind besides fleeting memories of Hawaii.]
hostage: (cute ☣)

[personal profile] hostage 2013-11-12 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He's far from horrified. Nervous, yes, and maybe regretting everything a little now that they're back in the real world, but... Fuck, it was good. And he'd do it again. Even though he's pretty sure he's going to be killed for it. But that was going to happen anyway, right?

Right.

He doesn't want to get her in trouble, though, so he tries not to stare. Just gives her a smile while he goes back to cleaning this table. Slowly.]


I'm good, yeah. Like... Yeah. Really good. What about you?
launderer: (l i s t e n)

[personal profile] launderer 2013-11-12 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[She starts to clean up the things left behind, salt and pepper shakers and the like. His reaction has her smiling again.]

Me, too. I'm good. [Aside from avoiding everyone who knows them, Walt included. But not even that manages to dent her smile.]
hostage: (submissive ☣)

[personal profile] hostage 2013-11-12 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[He wants to say more, but he can't, exactly. And anyway, that's it. That was just Hawaii. They agreed. It didn't even happen.]
launderer: (p h o n e)

[personal profile] launderer 2013-11-13 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[She just sort of nods, not really knowing what to say or how to handle.]

I should get back to the kitchen, but-- I'm glad things are... good. [She really is. She shouldn't be. She thought this would be worse. That the moon would swallow her whole, but she can do this. Even if it's a little awkward now. At least he doesn't hate her or is mad at her.]
hostage: (faking ☣)

[personal profile] hostage 2013-11-13 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[He leans forward, making like he's going to pick up a plate, but instead he brushes her hand gently with his palm. A brief gesture of reassurance, since he can't kiss her.]
launderer: (p l e a s e d)

[personal profile] launderer 2013-11-13 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She isn't expecting the contact and stops to look down at their hands before her smile somehow manages to get even wider. His point gets across, and her hand wraps around his giving it a squeeze.

They're okay, and even if the others keep giving her odd looks, she doesn't care. Not right now. It was reckless, but it was over now. Even if somehow he still makes her heart flutter. She dips her had before finally pulling away.]


I'll talk to you later, Jesse.