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Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- abbey bominable (monster high),
- armin arlert (attack on titan),
- asbel lhant (tales of graces),
- aurican (dragonlance),
- caesar saladberg (suikoden iii),
- carol (baccano!),
- caspian (narnia),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- ellie (the last of us),
- francœur (a monster in paris),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- kaede kaburagi (tiger & bunny),
- kang (dragonlance),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- koujaku (dramatical murder),
- lloyd irving (tales of symphonia),
- mahdi clare (original),
- mike ehrmantraut (breaking bad),
- nathan summers (marvel 616),
- peter rumancek (hemlock grove),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- skyler white (breaking bad),
- soldier blue (toward the terra)
( 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.
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.
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Saul told me about our two idiots.
[She figures Mike will know what she means.]
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Yeah . . . [it's a drawn out sound] Figured he'd would.
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[You bet there was angry ranting involved.]
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All I got was a bunch of texts.
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[She sighs.]
I don't know how to fix this.
[Because she has to, of course. There has to be a way to make it better, at least a little, she just hasn't figured it out yet.]
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[and he hates not being able to fix things] I was going to try to talk to the original idiot. [which is Jesse, of course]
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[Because she gets why Skyler is doing this, and she has been there, but she knows adults sometimes don't take advice all that well.]
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[it's an answer to both questions, because he really has no idea if it'll help, or Skyler will listen, or anything]
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[Things with Walt could always get worse, but Jesse and Skyler sleeping together seems to be pretty much rock bottom, as far as those two can go.]
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It can always get worse. [he doesn't mean to be a downer, but he likes being realistic about things. His experience with Walter taught him that little lesson real good]
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[It's not getting worse because she refuses to let it.
There.]
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Mike just makes a face. Which, really, it's just covering up a grin]
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Anyway, where that's concerned, I think the only way it could get worse is if one of them started sleeping with Saul, and that's definitely not happening.
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Thank god.
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Not sure which'd be worse out of those two, though.
[think about it, mike
think about it]
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[N O P E]
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[stop it]
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[Just hit her.]
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Sorry, baby!
[welp.]
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Maybe she should've stopped after the fourth glass of wine.]
Sorry, sorry, I'm good. That was mean.
[And yet she doesn't actually seem all that sorry.]
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[said in the most deadpan]
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*YOU'RE gdi
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