( 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

[firstroar]

Whenever they wish, here. No one will tell them to forget, to change themselves if they're not ready. It's safe.

[his smile goes a little crooked.] But it's only a memory, and not a flawless one. We're asleep, you and I. Others are here, too.

[crocodilesmiles]

( She nods accepting that with the same kind of grace, for lack of a better word, that she has while awake. )

It's a dream... I can do different things in those, right? Knowing that I'm dreaming?

( She plants her hands on the ground, looking to Blue. )

Others like who?

[firstroar]

[he lifts his hand, pointing.]



Sometimes there's more than that. But they're always very far away – too far to see their faces properly. They're the kind of memories that are still half-forgotten.

[his hand settles on the grass again as he watches, thoughtful.]

They seem closer, sometimes. But I can never be sure.

i drew something in reponse to this but it was so bad i undrew it

[crocodilesmiles]

( She watches these half-forgotten memories, feeling almost like maybe, just maybe, she understands. With a gesture toward the figures in the distance, she asks: )

Is there any way to bring them back from that? Memories, that is.

( People aren't so easy, for all the Aristeas technology here turned death into a farce abused by some, mocked by others. )

Making them clear enough to recognize the faces of the people you care about.

im offended

[firstroar]

There has to be. If they're not lost, but out of reach, there has to be some way. [his smile is distant.] I've touched far-away memories in others, so I must have the means to find my own.

[looking at her, his teeth flashing a little as his smile stretches.] Maybe even what my first name was, or what my parents looked like. They could be here.

[his expression startles with a thought that has him moving to his knees.]

But the people you know should be around here, too. We should look.

weeps

[crocodilesmiles]

People? From memory?

( She pushes herself up until she's fully sitting, looking around. )

Blue, do you think I can walk here?

( It's such an incidental. She'd as soon fly, too; anything. But what he's said leaves it's own impact. )

Can we find them? Your parents, and your name?

this is a time game go back in time so i can see it

[firstroar]

[he stands, looking down at her.

can she walk?]

Will you let yourself walk? [it's a dream, after all; the limits are set by their own minds, and he's not about to stop her from doing something so significant.

he extends a hand to her.]

oh my gosh how can i do that?!!

[crocodilesmiles]

I don't know. I think... I'd like to!

( It's not so simple, borrowing the memory of walking from those things which she has done as people other than herself. Collette reaches out to take his hand. With his help, she'll rise to her feet, stumbling, and stand.

And she'll smile, laughing, beaming so widely at him. )

I'd really like to!

ur head mod use ur wand

[firstroar]

Then you will. [he grins back at her, guiding her hand to settle in the crook of his elbow.]

Come, let's see what we can find. This ship is vast. [gently, he tugs her forward, radiating confidence. she won't fall, not on his watch.]

does my wand fix nonworking wireless computer nonsense

[crocodilesmiles]

This ship of memories?

( She asks, half laughing, leaning into Blue and stumbling along after him. )

idk is it fixed now

[firstroar]

And dreams. [grinning, settling into a pace to keep her at his side easily.] Shangri-La...it's named after some kind of ancient paradise. Harley helped name it, he would know better than I. But even like this, it can suit the name for a little while.

no... i don't really have a fix i can find yet :(

[crocodilesmiles]

Ancient Paradise, huh? I can roll with that.

( She stumbles, but she's grinning as she says so. )

Blue, is this what you dream about at night? Safety, someplace happy? I think I'd like dreams like that!

( She doesn't know what this landscape might contain, memories of hers, dreams of happier things, or things of Blue's to take in and absorb. )

Where to first?

oh no im sorry :((

[firstroar]

[his impulse is to say to Physis' room, but before he can say more than to, he halts himself, looking ahead.

whereto first? not there.

he guides her through a triangular doorway, leading to a long, deep blue hall.]

There's a courtyard more vast than the one behind us...it rests below the ship's deck. [should Collette know of any Andalite dome ships, that notion will blend right in, easily.] But further this way, there's a monorail. This is a large ship, after all. It goes the whole length of the place, back to the rooms I and the other elders inhabit.

[crocodilesmiles]

( Collette looks around, eyes wide, absorbing details and reaching out to touch things that were out of her reach. She doesn't stop trying, fingers splaying so she touches the air. She only stumbles when she pays attention to their feet -- the rest is more like floating. )

You have a -- a monorail, that's a kind of train, isn't it? This ship's big enough for that? That's amazing!

[firstroar]

It is that big. We found more than we thought we'd ever need in here, but it's filled out well enough.

[they'll climb in, then, since she finds it so interesting. it moves almost soundlessly.

he tilts his head to glance out the glass behind him.]

But here and now...it looks like it's filled out with places of yours, too.

[crocodilesmiles]

No way! Like L.A.?

( She asks, attention turning away from examining this whole tram to stare out the windows. )

My house? The hospital? It's really here in parts too?

[firstroar]

It has to be. [matter-of-factly.] You're here, too.

[the windows fill with notions of Collette's world as it slows and comes to a stop. Blue gets up, peering still before pulling himself away from the sight to prompt Collete, extending a hand once more:]

Will you show me?

[crocodilesmiles]

My home? I mean, my brother's home.

( She doesn't mention the hospital again, nor the gaping crater of the city where the bombs had gone off. There's no thought about the burned out shell generated by the Yeerks in trying to create a safe-zone, away from the Pool ship, suddenly so necessary.

She only thinks of home, on a street patched up and cracked on its asphalt surface, sidewalks mostly clear of dirt and grass, even mostly even. Home for the last two years of her living life back home, before the hospital and the hopelessness that came along with it.

A two bedroom little place that was only ideal for location, only feasible due to a ramp and wide enough doors. Home.

Nothing to look at, but when she tugs at Blue's hand, looks at him expectantly, it's what she has in mind. )

[firstroar]

[hands clasped tight, they leave the monorail behind, letting their footsteps ring along marble-turned-concrete as they head up to the little house on the street.

the familiarity it strikes for Blue is something still washed-out and hazy; there are buildings like this, somehow, lost in his mind.

his pace shifts to let her lead; this is her place, foremost, and him the guest.]