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( 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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Little does Kate know, Caesar is the champion of sleeping through anything and everything. The rattle of the plates, the slight shake they cause when set down; neither stir him from his nap. Oh, he's being that guy. He is being that guy to the extreme.

Only without anything extreme about it, considering... it's sleep.

Perhaps it's extreme dreaming.

She waits about five seconds for him to make any indication he's not actually asleep and then a hand falls onto his shoulder to rouse him from rest. She almost chuckles.

"Clean up before resting up."

He does rouse just enough to consider pretending not to have roused at all! He could do it. He could simply not react to the hand on his shoulder and perhaps she would go away!

Or, perhaps, she would only try harder. That's been more his luck with people as of late.

So that leaves him to sigh and turn his head just enough to squint up at Kate with one eye.

"I only ever promised to help set up, not clean up. That means I'm exempt."

The hand lifts from him, but then only clamps down once again when he makes it clear he wants to be lazy. She curls her fingers against his sleeve and pulls backwards, trying to haul him to his feet.

"What happened to teamwork, Caesar?" She recognizes his voice the moment he speaks. He doesn't look at all how she imagined him.

It doesn't take all that much effort to haul him to his feet! Caesar is as light as he is short, leaving Kate with little trouble with dragging him up like that. He, on the other hand, has a lot of trouble with it.

More on a dignity level, of course. He makes a startled noise when he finds himself suddenly needing to get his feet under himself to make sure he doesn't get dropped.

"H-hey!" Okay, okay. He's up. "Ask me about teamwork when we're in the field, not cleaning up a cafeteria!"

"Think of it as a substitute field," she says and lowers him enough so he can place his feet back on something solid. She keeps her hand around him just in case she needs to help him steady himself.

With a free hand she jabs a thumb toward the stack of dishes on the table.

"Collette can't do this all on her own." Even if she could, it's hardly fair to someone who came up with the idea for a Thanksgiving dinner.

"You'd be surprised. She does a lot on her own!"

Though in this case, with mountains of dishes and utensils that need cleaning? Caesar's claim is less justifiable. Kate's right. Still, the look he gives the stack of dishes is one of such suffering.

How could she do this to hiiiim?

"But you're not going to leave me alone unless I help, are you?"

She lifts one of the stacks into her arms, careful to support their weight properly that way none slide off and clatter against the floor.

"Everyone's gotta pull their weight around here," she said, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. She nodded toward the sinks where the dishes were being collected.

"I have been!"

Ideas, plans, and missions don't just grow on trees, lady! Still, he'll pick up the stack of plates Kate left behind for him and turn to follow after, sulking and grumbling the whole way.

"My life really has become an endless stream of women bossing me around. How did that ever happen...?"

Her grin only widens as she makes her way to the sinks and carefully sets down her stack on the counter. She spots the dish washing units, however, they're currently in use so she leans against the edge of the counter and waits.

"You can appreciate a woman who knows what she wants."

"But only one, and that spot is taken."

Sorry, Kate, you are so out of luck. Not that it matters, because here he is hauling plates around anyway, so... Caesar gives the currently running dishwashers a look of minor betrayal when he notices they are, in fact, in use.

"Right. So, here they are. I'll just leave them on the counter, right?"

While she doesn't move to stop him, she does shake her head and begin opening up the pantries to find where the plates are supposed to be kept. It's only a matter of seconds before she finds the empty spaces where they normally occupy.

"Those dishes aren't going to put themselves away."

He finds an empty spot on the counter to deposit his own stack of plates and frowns. He doesn't leave quite yet, but why is she even looking?

"The ones in there aren't even done yet, so there's nothing to even put away. We'll just be standing around doing nothing until then!"

"It doesn't take that long." She leans against the counter, watching Caesar. "Collette's said quite a few people already walked away without bothering to clean up."

Maybe it was only a matter of time before people began figuring out just how to guilt him. Now would be one of those times and it isn't entirely lost on Caesar. He really wants to go back to sleep, but he doesn't want to abandon Collette.

It's a strange feeling, when he kept meaning to try and remain distant.

"What a bunch of ungrateful jerks."

Ugh. Fine. He'll stay, turning to lean against the counter as well, folding his arms across his chest in a bit of a huff while he's at it.

She blinks back her surprise at how he suddenly remains where he is. There's nothing she can do to stop him besides a verbal scolding and stink eye, but now that she's mentioned Collette...

Kate's eyes flicker over to the girl on the other side of the room, silent and watching.

"Think of it as a character building exercise."

"I already have enough character for three people, though. Why would I need more?"

He's going to pretend he didn't catch that look, the one shot over towards Collette. If he did, he would end up following it, and that would only be all the more telling!

"If you want others to follow your orders on the missions, it's going to have to be for more than three people."

The dish washing unit finally ceases its cycle and the noise from inside dies out. She waits a moment before reaching toward the lid to open it, pulling back as steam is released into the air.

"Really? Because I seem to be doing just fine with three so far."

Despite all the setbacks with the loss of Exsilium, that hasn't managed to fully kill off all of his ego. He still has those few successes to cling to. The end of the wash cycle draws his attention from that, though, and he groans once he sees the inside of the dish washer.

"There's so many of them..."

She reaches for one, but withdraws her hand a second later after her finger presses against the edge of a plate that burns hot. About half a minute after, she pulls the tray out and begins to hand the plates over to Caesar.

"Careful with them. We don't want to go on missions for plates."

And then his arms were slowly but surely filling with plates. There's a lost look about him for a few seconds as he tries to figure out the next step to this. Look, despite being here for so long, he's always had someone else handle this sort of thing! The cleaning thing.

This typically included dishes!

"Uh." Boy can steal a spaceship, but he can't put a damn plate away. "They go in the cupboards, right?"

She's rather curious by his bafflement at what to do with the plates and wonders if he had roommates back in Exsilium, how they didn't boot him out for not holding up his end of the chores. Provided they had any.

"That's where plates go when not in use." She picks up a few and neatly piles them into the cupboard. "Did you have someone else to do this back home?"

He would leave them in the sink until someone else did them! Or, in the worst situations, clean them and leave them out in the other part of the sink, which may not have been all that much better.

Overall, it was something to be avoided.

"The house had a staff for this kind of stuff," he answers with a shrug, turning towards the cupboard to begin putting dishes away as well. "And I can see why. This is all so dull."

A whole staff? Reminds her of how Catherine prepared for dinners or parties. She would be chasing around hired help from top to bottom of the house and grounds to make sure everything is in place and no, the senator hates sevruga!

While she lives a glamorous life back home, she doesn't miss that aspect of it much.

"Chores aren't meant to be exciting," she piles more into place. "Everyone would want to do them, then."

Well, probably just a kitchen maid or something. There were lots of things to do around there! For everyone else, anyway. Not so much Caesar. Regardless of what was, though, he'll just keep on putting dishes away as she stacks them up from out of the washers.

"And that's exactly why chores should be delegated. Where's Gilbert? He'd be all over this."

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