( 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

one for oz, one for alice, cover all their ducks at once!

[crocodilesmiles]

Back in June, I think, wasn't it? The person who attacked all those people, with the monster hat on her head?

( She keeps her voice low, not wanting to carry in the cafeteria. )

Being nothlit means being stuck. When you're in a morph for over two hours, you're that way forever. You can't come back. And you might get stuck coming out, between your morph and yourself, if you wait too long.

( One might not even survive.

Either way, the morphing -- to a degree -- alludes to the horror of the zombies and bodies found during the opening of the ag wing. )

[gevurah]

[ It all begins to fall in place, Nightcap's connection to a boy Kate had never once considered monitoring until he disappeared.

But she puts it aside for later, a story she'll need to hear from both sides in this case. ]

You worry about it? Being stuck.

[crocodilesmiles]

All it takes is judging my time wrong once.

( She fiddles with her shirt, turning the edge inside out. )

I mean, I don't worry about it much, I have a great sense of time! I just... I don't know, with those things at the start of the month, it was like...

( All the worst sorts of possibilities, right there. )

[gevurah]

[ She nods. ]

It's not uncommon.

[ Wartime plays tricks on the mind when there are constant stresses present. If it's not whether they'll have a roof over their head or food to eat, it's the ever present threat of bombs, or people they can't save. The things that eat one up from the inside in the dead hours of the night, make their way into thoughts during the day, and penetrates what are supposed to be pleasant and undisturbed dreams. ]

Living like this will take its toll.

[crocodilesmiles]

At least it's in the open for us. I mean, the last time, the jerks we were fighting against wanted us dead, even before we were actually fighting against them. Talk about messed up!

( There's a lot of ways to find hell in a warzone. Like finding it in your life when you hadn't known it was there. )

[gevurah]

That's war.

[ Although "messed up" only scratches the surface of it. ]

How's sleeping these days?

[crocodilesmiles]

That was more judgemental jerks, but yeah, war's pretty full of those, too!

( A species that will kill you for being disabled isn't precisely the definition of war, as far as she knew. She smiles at the question, looking a little -- happy and glowy and almost out of place. )

It's better!

( And it is. Admitting to all the whys is complicated. Admitting to one alone will sound ridiculous -- it helps when she doesn't sleep feeling isolated and alone. How's that supposed to make sense? )

[gevurah]

Good to hear.

[ She pauses, looking off toward the sinks where the dishes are being piled for cleaning before her gaze drifts back to Collette. ]

... I'm sorry for not checking in on you sooner.

[crocodilesmiles]

It's not like you had to... I mean, I didn't check in on you either, right?

[gevurah]

I didn't make it easy, I think.

[ There's something different about Collette, she realizes. Something more enlightened. ]

[crocodilesmiles]

( She smiles. She's tired -- it shows -- but what Kate says is true. Much like... )

Maybe not. It still takes two people to keep things up, like friendship. We can both do better going forward, can't we? I'd like that.

[gevurah]

[ She mulls over it for a moment before her own tired smile situates itself on her face. ]

I'd like that, too.

[ She's grown, she realizes. In such a short amount of time, too. ]

[crocodilesmiles]

( It had to happen eventually. With the mutual exclamation, Collette smiles, warmer and sloppy with the edge of tiredness she feels. )

Good! I mean, I'm glad. We'll have to do... uh. Tea, I guess, sometime. There's more of that left than the coffee, at least, and cafe's are kind of out of the question up here!

( Without a mission context, and she's too tired to think of one right now. )

[gevurah]

[ It does feel some small weight's lifted from her chest. ]

The coffee's not so great up here anyway.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She laughs. )

I bet Gil agrees. Ellie would, if she were still around... but there's always the tea. Xerxes made sure to bring a whole lot of it up when he came, and we haven't all drunk it down yet. Did you know some people just totally hate tea here?

( Shaking her head in mock surprise! )

[gevurah]

[ Kate smiles a little. ]

I do prefer coffee myself.

But if there's good tea to pass around, I won't turn it down.

[crocodilesmiles]

How about tea in the morning?

( She has few folks she meets in the mornings. Most of who she knows aren't really morning people. )

[gevurah]

Name the time and place and I'll be there.

[crocodilesmiles]

Right when the lights start coming up like dawn, so about six thirty? Here, by the tables closet to the kitchens!

[gevurah]

[ While she smiles and nods in agreement, Kate actually hates waking up that early. She can't remember the last time she voluntarily got out of bed at that time. Only on the restless "nights", which occur more often these days. ]

Works for me.

Tomorrow morning?

[crocodilesmiles]

( Kate, meet the girl who did that even when being out all night.

... To be fair, it was a years long engrained habit, and she used to go to bed early, too. BLASPHEMY! )

It's a date!

[gevurah]

[ Exactly what she does (well, did). ]

It is.

[ She pauses, wetting the bottom lip that's uncomfortably dry. ]

Thanks.

and then this never happens ahahaha sobs

[crocodilesmiles]

Yeah. ... You're welcome.

( She adds, tucking hair behind her ear and looking away. She feels good,, like she's not totally losing hold of things just because she doesn't always understand people like she wishes she did.

It's... another thing to be grateful for. )

See you tomorrow, bright and early.

mutineers ruining tea dates

[gevurah]

It's a promise.

[ She points her thumb toward the tables and then the dish washing units. ]

I'm going to help with clean-up, so let me know if you need anything.

so rude, much wow

[crocodilesmiles]

Okay, I will! I was going to wipe down that last table... I won't be much help for moving things back to where they were.