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exsiliumlogs2013-11-09 04:24 pm
crocodilesmiles) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-09 04:24 pm
Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- abbey bominable (monster high),
- armin arlert (attack on titan),
- asbel lhant (tales of graces),
- aurican (dragonlance),
- caesar saladberg (suikoden iii),
- carol (baccano!),
- caspian (narnia),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- ellie (the last of us),
- francœur (a monster in paris),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- kaede kaburagi (tiger & bunny),
- kang (dragonlance),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- koujaku (dramatical murder),
- lloyd irving (tales of symphonia),
- mahdi clare (original),
- mike ehrmantraut (breaking bad),
- nathan summers (marvel 616),
- peter rumancek (hemlock grove),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- skyler white (breaking bad),
- soldier blue (toward the terra)
( open ) happy moonsgiving, everyone! (forward dated to 11/15)
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.
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.
NO IT'S REALLY CUTE and sad
Well, you know how it is. You never forget what they were like when they're young, no matter how much they grow and change. And isn't that shy part of him still somewhere in his history, if not his heart? Let's say that he can stay shy for as long as you remember him that way.
[He grins at Asbel.] Wait. That means you're the irresponsible one always getting into trouble and breaking the rules?
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[His inner rascal might be showing a little. Christopher must've noticed it too, judging by the question.]
Looks like you caught me... [Asbel laughs with quiet embarrassment, rubbing at his neck.] Yeah. Back when I was a kid, I didn't think I needed rules.
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[Christopher has no grounds to stand on. He was definitely that sibling.
At the same time, he really likes listening to Asbel talk about his family. The genuine strength of that kind of bond is really moving to see.]
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I wonder how he and the others are doing now.
im sorry
you liar
[utterly trashing it in the following sentence. A deeply unsettling feeling stirs in his heart. An old, lingering wound.]
Don't say things like that, Christopher!
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No? Why not? From what I can tell, nothing at all happens to them while you're gone. So if you want to think about something sorrowful and false, why not take it as far as it can go?
/siiiigh...
Because I don't want to take it that far, Christopher. I don't want anything bad to happen to my friends ever again. Whether it's real, or imagined, or...or whatever!
[And because, no matter how much he wishes he could, he won't always be able to protect them. And he definitely can't...when he's not even there. Asbel's heard the whole time-stop theory, but it's nearly impossible to imagine that while he's sitting here having a conversation, "nothing" is occurring back on Ephinea. Somehow it is. Or would be.]
I couldn't stand to lose even one of them.
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He turns to his plate, puts his spoon into the mashed potatoes, then pulls back and launches the potato attack at Asbel.]
Bored. Let's have fun instead.
No longer taking this seriously, no longer care...
[Which is exactly when he's jerked to attention by something warm and goopy splattering onto his jacket. It takes a second for the gears in his head to reverse. Those are mashed potatoes. Asbel's attention whips back to Christopher and there! There are mashed potatoes on his plate! And he's still holding the weapon!]
H-hey, come on! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get stains out of white clothing?
[On a limited water supply! Asbel rises to his feet and hastens to counter the effects of the tater-y projectile with a napkin.] And you know, it's kind of a waste of food... I don't think the cooks would really appreciate a food fight breaking out in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner.
[Come on, come on, it's his favorite jacket...!]
majestic
Not interested!
[Christopher launches forward, tackling Asbel to the ground (not with his usual force, but strong enough to take the man down) and bringing a plate of mashed potatoes with him. He immediately starts mashing the potatoes into Asbel's hair.]
Anyway, isn't nonsensical fights over trivial matters exactly what family holidays are about? Thank you, Asbel! Thank you for helping me get into the holiday spirit!
much taters. more spirit. such quality tagging. wow...
[--he's being tackled to the floor?!]
[Landing hard, Asbel's first reaction is to try to pull away even as mushy taters are being mashed into his mussy red hair.] What the hell, Christopher?! I don't think this is what they mean by "holiday spirit"!
[And next he'll attempt to grab the other man's wrist so he can (hopefully) wrestle the platter away from him.]
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[And so Christopher stops mashing potatoes into Asbel's head and just... flops down on over. Kind of like a cat about to nap.
Yes.]
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[Asbel sits back on his heels, trying to brush mashed potatoes from his hair, but it's a lost battle. It'll take water and shampoo for certain to get out. Which means, walking back to his room like this...]
[Asbel sighs.]
Christopher, what just happened? Why did you decide to attack me with potatoes?
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[Can't you tell when someone is trying to nap on you? Come on, Asbel.]
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...Okay, Christopher. I'm going to go clean up before this becomes an even bigger mess. Try not to hibernate too long?
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[He said he was an older sibling. He never said he was the oldest. Fuck responsibility.]
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Thanks, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it. Oh, and if anyone asks, could you let them know I'll be back? I promised to help the clean-up crew afterwards.
[Look at this guy, embracing responsibility. His younger self would be disappointed.]
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