( 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

[oncearanger]

Oh no.

What did you tell them about me?

[governorkang]

[He laughs.]

All good things, I assure you.

[oncearanger]

I guess I would've been fascinated and eager to investigate if I'd met your kids when I was a child. Sometimes I lacked caution.

[He considers their situation with a few chews. Hm.]

How have you been doing? Any exciting missions lately?

[governorkang]

Most children do, regardless of race.

[He shakes his head.]

Supply runs. Not exciting, but nice to get off of the base and stretch. I was asked to accompany Aurican on a mission to help disarm the UE of nuclear weapons, though.

[A pause.]

Have I told you about Aurican?

[oncearanger]

And I was working to attempt to alter the course of nuclear development.

[He nods.]

I know of him. He's the young one with the mail bag, right?

[governorkang]

Not so young anymore.

[oncearanger]

What's happened?

[governorkang]

He returned home, for several thousand years.

[oncearanger]

...wow. That has to be disorienting.

Is it awkward?

[governorkang]

[He nods.]

Of course it is. I remember him as a wyrmling.

[A pause:]

He doesn't know yet. About draconians.

[oncearanger]

Do you plan to tell him?

[governorkang]

When the subject comes up, yes. I've already asked Crucible to let me handle it.

[And, he figures why not. He knows he can trust Billy to keep it between them, and he doesn't have anyone else he really feels he can talk to about it. He lowers his voice to prevent others from overhearing.]

...he has also given me his consent for a paternity test.

[oncearanger]

[Billy's not quite sure what that means, but there's one way to find out. He whispers too, hiding his face from onlookers.]

You think he's related to...

[governorkang]

[Kang smiles wryly.]

He's a bronze. I came from a bronze egg.

[oncearanger]

[Well. There's Billy's eyes widening.]

If it's true, that has to be the strangest time discrepancy situation I've ever encountered.

At least the aging's already happened.

[governorkang]

[What is Billy talking about?

...he must not have been clear enough.]

Crucible, not Aurican.

[oncearanger]

Oh!

[He makes an attempt to stifle his embarrassment. No need to draw attention.]

That makes more sense. So...good luck.

[governorkang]

I figured why the hell not just do it.

[He snorts softly, rubbing at the back of his neck.]

I don't know which answer I'd prefer.

[oncearanger]

What's your relationship like now?

I know it's always been tense, but in the past it was worse, wasn't it?

[governorkang]

[Kang sighs.]

It's complicated. Things happened very differently here than on Stacy, and I remember both. I never told you why we don't like metallics, either, did I?

[oncearanger]

...no, I don't think you did.

[governorkang]

How much have I told you about our creation?

[oncearanger]

Not much that I remember, aside from the information that dragons are involved.

[governorkang]

I suppose I should start from the beginning, then.

[People are beginning to clear out now, so he's not as worried about others overhearing.]

The dark goddess Takhisis had the eggs of the metallic dragons, her enemies, stolen, while they slept. She made them swear an oath that they would get their eggs back safely if they didn't intervene in her latest attempt to take over Krynn.

[His tone and expression turn bitter.]

Most did. The few that refused were punished by the other metallics, for not believing Takhisis's lies, and for not giving up on their children.

When the metallics realized what had truly happened, that their eggs had been warped by magic to create us, they joined the war.

[oncearanger]

[Well. He takes in a sharp breath.]

Classic villain maneuver...yet I've fallen for it before.