( 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

[moralperil]

That sounds amazing! A trip like that would be plenty of a gift already. You do realize I was just planning to bake you stuff, right? Now I'm going to have to worry about shopping for you. What's traditional? A chain for your pocket-watch? [Now Mahdi is worried!]

Last year I just made everyone cookies. One of my friends put this little snowman in my room without permission and I totally freaked out. One of my friends - I kinda think it was Koltira, but there wasn't a note - gave me this. [Mahdi touches the glowing amethyst change ze typically wears beneath hir clothes.] It always makes me feel safe when I wear it.

[allucinator]

Shh shh shh-- sweets are fine, darlin', don't worry about that. I like sweets. Don't go shoppin', all right? And traditional is just what you think the other person'd like.

[Maybe a dress for Mahdi? Or earrings? He'll have to think about it.]

I like the necklace, though. What's-- I mean-- what is that, that it changes colors?

[moralperil]

[Mahdi grins. It's funny how Jack keeps calling hir darling, when he's the one who doesn't want people to know about them being a couple. Just the same, Mahdi's not going to resist the chance to hold hands, or speak quiet words of affection.]

It's enchanted. It helps protect me.

Maybe it was from Santa! Do they have Santa where you're from?

[allucinator]

[He laughs.]

Yeah, we got Santy Claus. My, uh, my little brother used to be real afraid o' him, actually, he didn't like the thought o' somebody comin' into our house.

[moralperil]

Yeah, to be honest it always sounded a bit disturbing to me for that same reason. I guess if you write him a letter and leave him cookies it's like giving him permission, but still.

[Mahdi eats some mashed potatoes, squishing hir spoon about in the gravy.]

I actually had the theory that Santa and company could be greater mortals! But I never got to meet the guy, so who knows?

[Pleased be appraised that Mahdi still thinks everything ze reads/sees on the television is probably the truth!]

I don't think you mentioned your little brother before.

[allucinator]

Yeah, I don't much. But he was a good kid. Youda liked him, he was real scrappy. Always movin' forward.

[moralperil]

I do seem to like those stupidly determined types! [Mahdi teases in a singsong voice. There's some sort kind history there, but Mahdi doesn't ant to press.] Hey, did you write something you're thankful for over there yet?

[allucinator]

Nah. Not my style. I'll tell you me list later, though, if you want.

[moralperil]

Rude, Jack! [Mahdi looks both shocked and offended!] Everyone else wrote something. Just be glad I wrote enough for both of us!

[allucinator]

How's that rude! I didn't say I weren't thankful, I just don't wanna go around writin' it for everyone to see.

[moralperil]

You could say you were thankful for my pie, at least! I'm not letting you off the hook! It's an American holiday, isn't it? How can I be better at it than you? [Mahdi rolls hir eyes.] Did you get a piece, by the way?

[allucinator]

I did and it were good and stop talkin', please. Eat your food.

[moralperil]

I'm only doing it because you said please. [Mahdi 'humphs', going back to hir food. And this silence does go on for a remarkably long time until...] Someone made sweet potatoes. I'm so happy right now. I'm really happy!

[And Mahdi returns to eating with renewed enthusiasm. Really, it's the little things for this one.]

[allucinator]

Well, good.

[He brushes his thumb against the back of Mahdi's hand. He's fairly happy himself, truth be told; he likes the simplicity of eating supper with someone he quite likes.]

You wanna come over after supper?

[moralperil]

I'm going to help Collette and everyone clean up, I think. And I was kind of thinking of making a post on the network about some stuff I've been working on... but I might just fall asleep! Unless you think we could think of something else to do? [To hir credit, Mahdi's good enough at playing innocent that it genuinely sounds like ze might not have a clue. Of course, it helps that most of the time ze really doesn't.]

[allucinator]

[His eyes dart over hir face for a few seconds, uncertain-- but then he grins.]

I could plan somethin' for us. Though I'm kinda hurt; ain't I excitin' enough to stay up for?

[moralperil]

Oh! What kind of thing would you plan? [Grinning!] You're gonna tell me everything you're thankful for, right?

I guess you're worth staying up for, but I wonder if you're stronger than the sleep-power of turkey...!

[allucinator]

You guess. You guess, you're awful--

[He takes another bite of turkey and tugs at Mahdi's hand.]

Come with me to the bathroom?

[moralperil]

That's me, awful Mahdi! [Mahdi teases, also snatching another bite.] Need an escort? I guess if you're afraid of those halls on your own...

[allucinator]

Terrified, darlin', now stop eatin' and come on.

[moralperil]

[Reluctantly, Mahdi lets go of Jack's hand and stands up, smoothing hit skirt before heading for the door.]

[allucinator]

[He waits for a good minute, because he's not about to make this obvious, before following Mahdi out the door (although really, no one is watching).

The hallway is happily empty, and Jack grins as he goes to catch up with Mahdi, taking hir hand again.]

You got a good hand to hold-- ah, here we go, come in here--

[moralperil]

[Mahdi squeezes Jack's hand and lets him pull hir along to the bathroom.]

Is my hand one of the things you're thankful for?

[allucinator]

Your hand--

[He closes the door behind them and pushes Mahdi gently but firmly against the wall. With a grin he leans in, kissing the angel firmly. Against hir mouth:]

Your mouth--

oops gettin' all PG-13 up in here

[moralperil]

[Apparently big feasts make Jack amorous. Good to know. Mahdi kisses Jack back, then gives him a little nip!]

The next thing you list better be something other than a body part, or the only person you're gonna have to kiss is yourself in the mirror.