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maskormenacelogs2014-11-27 09:48 am
5055034455) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-11-27 09:48 am
[open] gobble gobble
WHO: Saul Goodman & OPEN to whoever shows up for Thanksgiving — feel free to assume your character would have been invited if they're friendly with Saul! Bringing food is not a requirement, but Saul would welcome it nonetheless. as long as it's not laced with ricin
WHERE: Heropa, #012
WHEN: November 27
WHAT: Nothing says Thanksgiving like food, family, and fights! Consider this a mingle log.
WARNINGS: None yet, but who knows.
[For some reason, Saul decided that he wanted to host a proper Thanksgiving this year. Something about a sense of community, something about the f-words (friends? family? feelings??), something about being thankful for things turning out okay in this world — all that shit.
Maybe he's feeling a little sentimental. What of it?
The house is slightly more festive-looking than usual, with the kitchen being the epicenter of it all: autumnal and harvest decorations abound, right down to decorative squash in a bowl and autumn-colored candles in fancy holders. It stretches to the backyard, too, where Saul's set up the giant turkey fryer. There's a little leafy wreath adorning his beloved grill and a paper turkey chilling on the sliding door that leads to the yard, whose feet swing every time someone opens or shuts it — and then there's the long table set up near the pool (which is open to anyone who'd like a swim), covered in a maroon tablecloth and simple place settings with a flowery, harvesty centerpiece.
There are some appetizers set out on the kitchen table in the form of cheese, meat, and fruit platters, and all the booze is out in a big cooler in the yard. Non-alcoholic beverages can be found in the fridge, and Saul is sure to tell anyone who shows up to help themselves to anything, but don't go near the fryer or touch the oven. He means it.
If anyone needs him, he'll be found flitting around until dinner is ready in his very festive apron. Otherwise, he assumes people are either going to park themselves in the living room to watch football (or whatever) or mingle until dinner is ready.
And he hopes, hopes, hopes to God that everyone plays nice.]
WHERE: Heropa, #012
WHEN: November 27
WHAT: Nothing says Thanksgiving like food, family, and fights! Consider this a mingle log.
WARNINGS: None yet, but who knows.
[For some reason, Saul decided that he wanted to host a proper Thanksgiving this year. Something about a sense of community, something about the f-words (friends? family? feelings??), something about being thankful for things turning out okay in this world — all that shit.
Maybe he's feeling a little sentimental. What of it?
The house is slightly more festive-looking than usual, with the kitchen being the epicenter of it all: autumnal and harvest decorations abound, right down to decorative squash in a bowl and autumn-colored candles in fancy holders. It stretches to the backyard, too, where Saul's set up the giant turkey fryer. There's a little leafy wreath adorning his beloved grill and a paper turkey chilling on the sliding door that leads to the yard, whose feet swing every time someone opens or shuts it — and then there's the long table set up near the pool (which is open to anyone who'd like a swim), covered in a maroon tablecloth and simple place settings with a flowery, harvesty centerpiece.
There are some appetizers set out on the kitchen table in the form of cheese, meat, and fruit platters, and all the booze is out in a big cooler in the yard. Non-alcoholic beverages can be found in the fridge, and Saul is sure to tell anyone who shows up to help themselves to anything, but don't go near the fryer or touch the oven. He means it.
If anyone needs him, he'll be found flitting around until dinner is ready in his very festive apron. Otherwise, he assumes people are either going to park themselves in the living room to watch football (or whatever) or mingle until dinner is ready.
And he hopes, hopes, hopes to God that everyone plays nice.]
all of your pitiful opens
Oh food. The only reason to care about the dumb mammal turkey worship holiday. A day of meat! Who could possibly resist? Not a time traveling carnivore. The only issue was with how long things took to cook. Cook times were certainly some evil ploy. One all mammals would regret in future! But not the near future, maybe the not too far off future.
Well, at least until then he had his book.]
i so cant resist
[Getting up close is a pretty decent way of beginning to answer this question, and that - among other reasons - is why he finds himself sitting down in the grass directly across from the Dr. Dinosaur.]
[Just kinda. Looking at him. for a moment or two.]
[And then...]
...Jane Austen? That's your choice of literature?
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My choice isn't available in your dismal mammal libraries.
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Sadly, we've yet to establish a library for nonhumans. Not that I'm certain what you'd put in it.
[And he leans over to check which book it is.]
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[And Giorno will find that the book is titled Sense and Sensibility.]
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[Giorno lies down on the grass nearby the dinosaur, hands behind his head, looking at the sky.]
Although, to be honest, I'm sure that a library would be willing to accept the writings of a dinosaur, if a dinosaur were to write something worth accepting.
Perhaps some kind of novel or biography. Hm.
[...]
Or a romance.
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I wouldn't write something for your house of lies! Your science books don't even know what they're talking about!
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It's just difficult to take complaints of a unilaterally mammalian society seriously if you refuse to approach it with anything other than genocide.
[he closes his eyes and just kind of. inhales the autumn air.]
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[Mammals killed the dinosaurs, so it's only fitting that a dinosaur kills them.]
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...ah? Doesn't that mean trying to exterminate asteroids, climate change and the biological requirements for large bodies?