( 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

[blondtactician]

Worse than I'm making it sound, for so many reasons. [Armin says quietly.]

Um... which one's the cranberry sauce?

[moonlitlove]

[She looks sad for a bit, but she won't let that stop her from helping him stuff his face. She immediately snatches a plate and starts piling it high.]

This stuff! And don't forget this bread, it's pretty sweet. There's this turkey stuff, and then we've got potato, and...you can have the veggies if you want, but they're gross.

[blondtactician]

Vegetables are important too, or you'll get sick.

[Armin chides gently. In contrast, he plates up rather modest amounts of food.]

[moonlitlove]

They're still icky.

[She grudgingly takes a few carrots, though. Gross or not, it's still better than the rations.]

Come on, don't be shy! You're supposed to eat as much as you want.

apologies for the delay, i think my phone ate some tags i e-mailed

[blondtactician]

Icky? [Armin shakes his head as if to say 'how old are you?']

If I eat too much rich food, it gives me a stomach ache. [But, as if to placate her, he takes a roll.]

[moonlitlove]

You're not used to it?

...and I guess it's hard to get used to it here, when we usually eat powder.

But I don't think it was always this bad. They said something about cookies!

[blondtactician]

No. Fine food like this was kept for the high-ranking officers in the military, and the nobility.

[There's definitely a temptation to overdo it, but after the zombies Armin wants to make sure to be ready to fight at a moment's notice.]

It was nicer down on the island, there were restaurants and everything.

[moonlitlove]

Your world sounds pretty scary.

Was anyone fighting to help you?

[blondtactician]

[Armin tries not to overdo it with the disbelieving stare. She hasn't even heard about the worst part of it. He wanders down to the end of the table, staring in confusion at the array of desserts, unsure where to start. Eventually he goes for a slice of apple pie.]

The reason we're in this situation is because we're trapped behind walls, hiding from a terrible enemy that's nearly wiped out all human life.

We don't have time to fight among ourselves. We're fighting the enemy.

[moonlitlove]

[That's new. She gasps, nearly dropping her plate.]

So you've been fighting like this a lot longer.

I'm sorry.

[blondtactician]

I appreciate the sentiment, but there's no reason for sympathy. [Armin attempts a smile, but it's hollow, grim.] As long as I can be useful, I'm alright with it all. They need people to fight.

[moonlitlove]

Us too. But I'm no good at that sort of thing.

So I'm glad you are.

[blondtactician]

No? I'm sure there's something you're good at. [Armin sees her blond hair and blue eyes, her sweetness, and thinks of gentle Krista.]

I used to think I was no good, but I realized my friends had come to depend on what I could contribute, too. I'm sure it's the same for you. [He smiles, hoping to be reassuring.]

[moonlitlove]

...I'm sure you're right.

[His kindness helps her bounce right back to her usual optimism, and she skips past him---only turning her head to smile.]

I'll find something to do! Don't worry. I won't let you all suffer alone.

[blondtactician]

[Armin looks at the spread of food, and his smile is a little more genuine.]

I wouldn't exactly call this suffering.

[moonlitlove]

I guess it's not, huh?

[She smiles too.]

Now make sure you eat up!

[blondtactician]

I will.

I'm Armin, by the way.

[moonlitlove]

I'm Usagi!

[Her little rabbit-ear pigtails bounce as she smiles]</small It was really nice to meet you.

[blondtactician]

It's been nice meeting you too, Usagi.

[Armin does a slight bow, glancing over the room.] Are you sitting with someone?

[moonlitlove]

I...I think I'll cram onto the end there.

[She points to a little table nearby, one with a few scattered empty spaces.]

Do you have friends here?

[blondtactician]

I've made a few acquaintances in my time here. [Armin does not want to admit it feels difficult, even as friendly and polite as he is, to get close to others. They don't understand where he's come from at all, and he never realized what a big part of him that is.]

My best friend from my world was here, but he... left recently.

[moonlitlove]

This place just makes people disappear, right?

That's awful.

[blondtactician]

[Armin shrugs.] It's not like I watched him fall in battle. [Again.] He's back home, fighting in the manner he wishes to. It is not the worst possible outcome.

[But it's not the best, either.] I'm so sorry, Usagi... I'm sure this is the last kind of thing you want to hear about at such a celebration.

I - I don't have to sit with you, if it bothers you.

[moonlitlove]

No!

[She shakes her head and stays with him.]

You shouldn't have to be alone at a time like this.

[blondtactician]

Thanks. [Looking a little pallid, Armin finds a seat near the end of one of the table. At a loss for more words, he takes a few bites of his food.]