exsiliumlogs | ( 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.

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[Mike shrugs a shoulder]

As long as you eat.

[His lips twitch. Aw, Mike. You're worried.]

I will. Scout's Honor.

I'm holding you to that. I don't want to hear any bitching when all the pie's gone.

You had any yet?

I had a slice or two.

What'd you think?

[oh Jesse]

I wouldn't have gone for a second slice if I didn't like the first.

[Internal yaaaaaaaaaaay.]

Good.

[internal my ass, it's all over your face!!]

Good job, kid.

[Stop it, he's beaming now.]

Thanks.

[Mike just shakes his head, amused, and grabs a few plates to help with clean up. May as well, if he's going to stand here talking to Jesse]

Hey, you don't gotta - I got this.

[Sit down, old man.]

I know I don't "gotta".

[you can't make me]

You're making me look lazy.

You're joking, right? I've been watching you go back and forth the whole damn time.

It's my job.

And?

Aaaaand it's my job.

[Look at this very serious face.]

[Mike puts the plates down, then puts his hands up disarmingly]

Then by all means, I'll stand here and do nothing.

[Jesse wrinkles his nose as he picks up the stack. Don't be so grumpy, dad.]

Yeah, just chill. I'll be back in a sec.

[I just wanted to help ok]

[Jesse practically skips off into the kitchen, because that's the kind of mood he's in. And he returns a few seconds later with a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers. One even has ice in it. Look! Look! He brought present.]

Drink?

[holy shit. Mike doesn't even realize he's grinning. He doesn't even know how long it's been since he's had a good drink]

I knew you were my favorite for a reason.

[Jesse laughs as he pours their drinks, then lifts his glass for a toast.]

Cheers.

Cheers.

[Mike downs the entire glass in one go - a combination of this month being what it has been so far and just the chance to have a drink]

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