Thanksgiving Extravaganza [Open Mingle]

[helpdesk_hero]

WHO: Everyone listen, just because he intended this for his CR and their friends doesn't mean there aren't gate-crashers, please feel welcome.
WHERE: De Chima Banquet Hall
WHEN: Thursday Nov 28 (Forward Dated)
WHAT: American Thanksgiving PLUS World-Didn't-End Feast
WARNINGS: None Anticipated. Please tag individual threads if something happens.


Ain't No Party Like A World Saved Party, Because A World Saved Party Don't End. Except It Really Was A Close Thing There


The prospect of a festive dinner that David Alleyne had proposed had, quite quickly, grown out of proportion to the size that he had available at his new home. He hadn't expected the sort of positive feedback he had. To that end he'd had no choice but to rent out a banquet hall, complete with a rather expansive kitchen, for the whole day. Everyone previously invited will receive a text two days before providing information for the when and where, with additional details for when people who are helping prep the site or cook should arrive. There's even breakdowns of when people cooking should arrive based on the sorts of things they intend to help with. Needless to say the people helping with the meats are expected a bit earlier than those who are whipping up salads of various sorts.


The Preparation

Two sorts of preparations are ongoing for most of the day. On one side there are those who are caught up in the practice of cooking. For them there is a rather expansive and state of the art kitchen. There are a whole FIVE ovens, many stove tops, fridges lining an entire wall, and counter space as far as the eye can see. Bring your own tools, pre or partially pre-cooked dishes, the ingredients you need, or just your own hands. There is tons of work to be done this morning. Between preparing stuffing or dressing whatever you choose to call it, making little relish plates of nicely arranged cheese slices and pickled foods, and making recipes handed down in families, the kitchen is busy from the word go up until and sometimes even through the serving of dinner itself. Of course that means the kitchen smells divine. Come in and help, talk, or try to steal bits of food from people cooking. Though really, if they get annoyed at you and brandish a spoon in your direction, well, that's your own fault.

The other type of preparation is in the dining room. Sure, David arranged for tables and chairs and tons of cheap and non-matching dish wear and utensilssorry, he just couldn't live with anything short of reusable, but that doesn't mean any of it is set up. Tables need to go out, chairs placed, disposable table cloths rolled out and cut to size. Hell, there's probably even a bag of decorations somewhere around in the pile of stuff that David brought in early this morning. It's up to you to make the place pretty as a picture for this world-surviving celebration. Just remember to try and not break the tables or chairs because those are rentals. And if you break the plates, well, sweep up after yourself. Thanks.


The Feast

About two hours before dinner some light snacks and appetizers are brought out on trays to a serving table, so feel free to mingle about then. About five minutes after the scheduled dinner time, dishes start to be brought out to the buffet style tables. There's all the traditional Thanksgiving fare: turkey and several forms of stuffing/dressing, potatoes in several different varieties, rolls, different dishes of cranberry sauce, and that green bean casserole that maybe your grandmother has been trying you to get to try for YEARS now. But there's other things too. Anyone who gave David information about their favorite Thanksgiving staples, or who brought their own offerings, will see fun dishes here. There's collared greens cooked with turkey meat and red peppers, there's pearl onion casserole, there's this really amazing spicy potato curry served with pieces of roti, harvest risotto, Brussel sprouts, beets marinated in rosemary, just option upon option upon option a full third of which David has spent the week pre-cooking and setting aside for all your foodie needs, be sure to thank him for that. And later in the evening another table will be filled with pies, pumpkin and jelly rolls, tarts, and all sorts of other sweets.

The seating itself is a first come-first served sort of situation. Which mostly means either you want to swoop in early to get one of those coveted seats by someone you really want to talk to. Or, of course, you can just go find someone random and get to know a new person. Just be careful about moving your feet, so to speak. Someone might slip into your unoccupied spot so that they can talk to your table partner instead. But don't worry, there should be enough seats for everyone. David, after all, seems to have rented more tables and seats and bought more tableware than really seems to line up with the number of people he actually invited. Perhaps he realizes that heroes are just gossipy by nature, and that some of the more nefarious members of the imPort community might just choose to gate crash. So frankly, there is room for anyone who shows up.


The Clean-Up

Hero or Villain, Invited Guest or Gate Crasher, everyone is expected to contribute to the feast today. If you didn't help set up or cook, or chipped in financially for all David has done here, you're part of the clean up crew. Which is not to say that people who helped in other ways can't clean up too. In fact, everyone that can be spared to wash dishes, sweep floors, fold away tables and chairs, they're appreciated. We're all powered here, surely this won't be too onerous of a task. Trying to slip out? Well, David himself is at the door, giving a less than amused look to anyone who tries to slip out without having helped do SOMETHING today. You probably have an immunity to dark looks that are meant to shame you into some amount of effort, right? Just remember, you might get banned from future events like this if David throws them, which carries a bit more weight when he's no doubt got heroes around to help reinforce the banning for him.




[OOC: Everyone is welcome here. Either you're here because you've got CR with David and have been specifically invited, you're a friend of a friend and got dragged along, or you're one of those people willing to gate crash any kind of party. No matter what it is everyone is welcome to this slightly more somber celebration of survival, because really, the Swear-in after Jeopardy wasn't everyone's taste.

Feel free to make your own top levels and tag around. After all, the whole point is to celebrate being here and being alive. Raise a glass with your fellow imPorts. Just remember, no violence. David's running a carefully tight ship here, and violence isn't welcome.]

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David Alleyne | OTA

[helpdesk_hero]

The Head Chef - Preparations

This had been a month in the planning, more or less. Hell, there were times in Jeopardy, in those clouds, where David had only really thought about this party. About how the world had to be saved because he was doing this for everyone. And now here he was. All of this had taken up his every waking hour since getting back from Jeopardy, minus a few things about managing his new house. The last few days have involved lots of early preparation of some of the simpler side dishes that really needed made in bulk.

But once the day itself comes, David gets himself ensconced in the kitchen early, and it's very clear that he's got a plan. A plan that he happily passes on to whoever enters the kitchen. Good thing he's experienced at being the head chef at a very busy restaurant.

He'll be busy all day. So you might find him with his arm up a turkey, pushing stuffing into it for the first phase of cooking. Or later in the afternoon he might be busy trying not to cry as he chops onions with skill to refill a bin of pre-chopped onions that people can use for other recipes. Get to him later in the afternoon and David will be hovering worriedly over plates of appetizers, sprinkling paprika here, putting parsley there, and finishing writing out little cue cards for each thing listing allergens and whether something is Kosher, Halal or suitable for other dietary restrictions. No matter what he's always busy, but David's a master of multitasking, so surely he can talk and socialize while doing things.

And woe befall you if you try and snatch a taste of something he's actively preparing, or just in his line of sight. David will no doubt speak up.


Someone Get Him A Seat

The final finished item is carried out of the kitchen and to the dining room to eat. And David? David lingers behind, leaning heavily against a counter and cleaning his hands on a dish towel. He looks... tired. Makes sense since he's been at this since three this morning, mostly making sure things were thawed and making food cards and so many other tasks. He isn't moving, though, to join the progression of food out to the main hall to eat. Instead he closes his eyes and sighs, trying not to fall asleep on his feet. Chances are he hasn't eaten since breakfast, and really, someone should make sure that he eats. And maybe sits. Surely a man cannot just stand there and survive, right?


And To All A Good Night

After someone forces some food into him and the meal starts to get cleaned up, David takes his post by the door, happy to thank people for coming by, and maybe to guilt some people into helping clean up. But mostly he's all smiles and soft words as people are leaving.

"Thanks for coming by," people might get. Or a "really loved that casserole you brought, you have to give me the recipe." And for his closest friends, just a smile and hug. Conversations are definitely welcome, though. Applaud your event organizer, tip your chef, whatever you want. He just wants it all to have been for something good.

Someone Get Him A Seat

[detectivedwloki]

Another David was here, hanging back and observing for the most part. He'd heard about this celebration and come out of curiosity. He wasn't used to having a big feast with a lot of people for Thanksgiving. Often, he'd been working on that day and even when he was free, he'd spend it alone. Sometimes out at a local cafe, but always alone. He didn't dislike the occasion but he just didn't have anyone to spend it with.

So this was a new experience and he had been watching the people mill around and be seated, start going for the food. The detective then spotted the host and wandered over to him.

"You look like you already need a break," he remarked.

And To All A Good Night

[fridgeflower]

Laurie's lingering as people start to trickle out one-by-one, ducking into the kitchen as soon as David's social obligations overpower the rest of the hosting duties. She's puttering around the kitchen, getting leftovers into storage and dishes into the sink and dishwasher.

She can't cook much at all, but tidying and organization isn't an issue.

Once all is quiet, David can find her here still, washing some remaining glasses while the dishwasher thrums nearby. She looks up, smiling softly and easy. "You get 'em all cleared out?"

[besainted]

[ Damian isn’t a man for eating much, even on a day like this. The bits he’s stolen while David cooked are enough to tide him over, so he’s in no rush to go and take a seat to dig it.

It makes it easy enough to slide in next to him at the counter, offering a light bump of elbow to elbow. It’s about as much affection as he ever offers in public. ]

I hope you’re planning to have a bite or two.

Prep

[usaf]

While David's got his arm stuck up a turkey, guess who's barging in the door to the kitchen, a huge tupperware crate full of dishes in her arms?

"Hey. Heard you needed plates and silverware." None of them match, because she'd gone to every goodwill and thrift store in Heropa to buy every dish and every piece of flatware she could find, but they'll do.

Someone Get Him A Seat

[bifroster]

No, no a man could not stand and hope to survive.

Jane came up to him, offering a cup of steaming coffee.

"Hey, do you want me to bring you a plate here?" she asked.

Sometimes, even when everything went smoothly and the main event was all set to go, the host themselves weren't ready to face the music. She wouldn't blame David if he needed some quiet.

Someone get him a seat

[rebelarrow]

[A firm hand clasps David on the shoulder. Judd does his best to smile, though it's perhaps a 4/10 in execution.]

The hard part is over. Now it's time for you to sit and reap the benefits of your work.

[This reminds him of his brother, in a way. Wearing himself ragged worried about other people, and forgetting to care for himself. But there was no way he was going to let the man fall asleep on his own party.]

SIT!!!

[khajidont]

"Hey, man," Jaime says, swinging 'round to David's side. The two of them haven't chatted that much in the past, to be fair, but he's got a soft spot for the guy - he's got his heart in the right place, and he's gone through a lot of effort to celebrate during a time when everyone's ready to pass out on their feet, to take advantage of being alive to actually celebrate. Even if Jaime himself can't conceive of being able to do all that work, he appreciates it.

He claps one hand on David's shoulder. "It all looks great. But I think it's time for you to actually enjoy your own party, yeah?"

And to All A Good Night

[topmeup]

The food had been great, and the people were pretty nice, even though Max didn't know most of them. It es nice to see people get together and celebrate like this. It reminded him of crowded Thanksgivings when he was little and the crazy mess hall of the DELTA HQ when people were going in and out.

When all the activity calms down and the day seems about done is when Max sees David over by the door.

"Bruh, my Gran would be jealous of your hosting skills."

His instinct is to go in for a hug from David, but just like he told him months ago, he'll respect his space there.

And To All A Good Night

[by_candlelight]

Even though she was deeply tired Ruby couldn't help but laugh a little at the compliment. All the same, she appreciated it. "Thanks. It's just a recipe I found online, but I can send it to you in a moment."

A few taps later and he would get a message with the subject box full of sweet potato emoji and a link to a recipe with good ratings and reviews that talked about how it tasted 'just like Grandma's' and other ways of saying it was a nostalgic dish.

She looked back up to him and gave him a warm smile. "Thanks again for inviting me. And for putting this all together."

Preparations

[devilishly_handsome]

Anton watches David for a bit, fascinated by the amount of detail and focus he's putting into the task before him. Even the like cue cards to go with each dish. He's not used to anyone putting that level of focus into their cooking, since his family members were always more 'throw stuff together and see how it turns out' when it came to making food. Except his brother, who treated it like he was brewing a potion, following a recipe exactly.

"You're really precise with all that. Is there something I could help with?"

Peter Parker | OTA

[made_up_names]

PREP

[ As promised, Peter is here to take care of the pies. He's got supplies, he's got recipes, he's got chemistry - it's gonna be great. The pies he turns out aren't perfect, but they're quite tasty, and he manages not to mess up anything too badly. ]

Okay, that actually turned out good. I was worried for a minute.

[ He's in good spirits for now, despite the proliferation of minor burns on his fingers and forearms. Look, he just got a little excited when it came to getting things out of the oven. He'll spend the rest of prep time cutting and plating the pies, or otherwise helping get the food ready. It's the least he can do, given his lack of funds. ]

D'you think pies taste better when you barely survive an apocalypse?

AFTERWARDS

[ After all the eating starts, Peter gets ... well, kind of quiet and withdrawn. He fills up his plate and finds a more secluded spot, maybe at the edge of a couch or on a chair off by one of the walls. And once he's gotten his plate, he finds he really can't eat all of it for once in his life. That. Is good, probably, but it's just a reminder of what he's lost too. He winds up leaving half of it, instead looking down at his phone again and flipping back through his messages. Sorry folks, it's been a hard couple of weeks.

He'll perk up if someone approaches, though - spirit of the holiday and all - and at some point he's getting out a board game. Oh yeah. Y'all are gonna play Settlers of Catan and like it. ]

Afterwards

[detectivedwloki]

[Detective Loki had also seated himself in a quieter spot. He'd eaten some and then become lost in thought. After a moment, he noticed somebody nearby and watched Peter for a moment before he stood up and approached.]

A little too overwhelming for you too?

After

[helpdesk_hero]

Peter.

[David had seen his friend as he was coming out to get another slice of pie for himself. Pecan was really doing him some good. It was almost like being home again. He sits in another chair nearby and frowns at his young friend. He's not buying the holiday spirit.]

Talk to me?

Prep

[usaf]

[ Carol is in and out of the kitchen, ferrying food that's ready out to the dining area. On one such excursion, she makes a pit stop by the oven to check in on Peter. ]

I think the pies are going to taste just fine.

I didn't know you could bake.

PREP

[by_candlelight]

[ Ruby, who had been helping people with general prep and cutting things since she'd brought her own dishes already cooked, looked over at the pie. ]

I don't know about pies specifically, but I do know food in general usually tastes better after you survive something that could have killed you. So that pie there? I bet it's going to taste awesome.

Afterwards

[rebelarrow]

[Judd is a wallflower by nature, and so chance brought him over by Peter as he ate. After stealing several glances at the teenager's defeated attitude, he looks over for real and makes an effort to sound anything other than impassive.]

Don't feel ashamed to feel festive today. It does not diminish what happened to celebrate being alive.

[He pauses, taking a small bite of his mashed potatoes.]

Sometimes, you need a celebration to give you the strength to manage your grief.

Kamala Khan

[kamala_khan]

The Feast

Kamala arrived slightly later than she had attended so couldn't help with preperation as much as she would have liked. She was determined to enjoy the actual meal. She had never truly celebrated Thanksgiving back home and was excited to have the opportunity to do so.

The Clean Up

To make up for not helping much with the preparation, Kamala was happy to wash and dry dishes as required though it was something her mother usually did she didn't think it was that hard to do.

I HAD NO IDEA WE GOT A KAMALA HELLOOOOOO!!!! - clean up

[usaf]

When David first proposed this event, Carol admitted to not being much of a cook, but instead offered her services as a dishwasher. She's got her hands covered in suds scrubbing the stuck on leftovers of a casserole dish, but she thinks she's finally got the thing clean.

Except her hands are way too sudsy to now dry the thing... But that's what teamwork is for, right? Carol casts her gaze around, settling on a young girl holding a dishtowel nearby.

"Hey, can you come and dry this for me?"

Anders | OTA

[rebelhealer]

Preperation
Most mages in Anders' world don't have much in the way of cooking skills, since many of them are taken when they're very young and the Circle doesn't teach them how to cook for themselves. But Anders used to help his mother in the kitchen before he was taken, and thus has some basic cooking knowledge and skills.

He's leaving stuff like the turkey, stuffing and casseroles up to others. So right now, he's busy with the mashed potatoes. Perhaps one would like to help him peel and chop said potatoes.

Once they're chopped and boiled, Anders starts on the process of mashing. Starting by using magic to heat up a plate just enough to soften the butter.

Feast
Once the food is ready, Anders somehow manages to snag himself a table, once his plate is piled high with the various foods. Some of which he's never seen or heard of.

"Can't say I've ever had candied yams. Or turkey."

Clean up
With everything eaten and the feast basically over, Anders of course stays to help clean up. Sadly, he knows know spells that will make the clean up go by any faster. So he just starts piling up plates to carry back into the kitchen, so he may wash them.

He'll be spending most time in the kitchen, helping with washing dishes and cookware.

[viciousmaukery]

"Candied what, now?" Molly asks, coming up to Anders with his usual lack of boundaries, going up onto his toes to take a peek over the mage's shoulder. He's not a quiet tiefling, by any means, his heels click on the floor and his jewelry jingles as he moves. "I'll trade you some, what'd they call it, horse doovers, for the candied yams."

josh foley | ota

[goldtoxicity]

Preparation

Josh is here, but he's not actually doing much to help out. Washing dishes if dishes need washing, but anyone with sense is going to shoo him away from the meals as they're prepped. He's not above stealing some uncooked carrots or anything not attended.

The world didn't end, but he had to relive a bunch of garbage he really didn't want to, so he feels entitled to finding joy where he can. And joy is stealing cranberries. Whoops.

Feast

Local healer eats his entire body weight in stove top dressing and turkey. He eats properly, like a gentleman, because he's in public and also because he's doing his very best not to be too much of a disaster. But good food is good food and it'd be a crime not to enjoy it.

"Dude, this is amazing!"

aftermath.

Josh knows better than to try to sneak out when there's chores to be done, one look at David's face has him spinning back around and making himself actually useful. Catch Josh darting between the kitchens, carting plates to and fro and scrubbing dishes.

Feast

[rebelarrow]

[Judd nods slightly, the corners of his lips threatening to curve up into a smile.]

David certainly knows how to cook.

[duelo]

preparation

Usually, Thanksgiving comes and goes for Derek like any other Thursday in the year. No bells, no whistles, no turkey, no family. Usually, he tries not to acknowledge that it's anything other than a typical Thursday by reading a book and eating leftover Chinese food and pretending he doesn't miss the echoes of a holiday that used to be something he looked so forward to every year in his youth, almost even more than the one that follows it.

While he and David might not be super close, he likes to think that they're sort of friends in addition to running partners, so when he'd seen the original discussion around putting something together, he'd wanted in. Maybe less for himself than for the kids around here who were probably still used to sitting down with families and binge-eating for an hour before laying around and alternately sleeping and watching football games. Maybe a little for himself, too.

He'd invited Vanya and given her the information to come if she could make it, but because she'd mentioned something with her family, Derek had conceded with little other pushing. Even with a family as dysfunctional as the Hargreeves one, there was bound to be some sort of loyalty to the idea of family and holidays going hand in hand. He wasn't really sure she'd come, so he just came early to help set up as promised. He'd started his morning pretty early at his place making a huge dish of green bean casserole that he hoped he hadn't completely botched since it had always been his favorite part of dinner when he'd been a kid. He never tried to make it until that morning, but here it was all the same. He'd just throw it into the oven for ten minutes before the meal to reheat it or something.

Derek's plan is to help setting up tables and chairs because he imagines he's a lot more useful as a mover than doing anything else.
He'd never been great in a kitchen and he doubts trying to start today will be more helpful than hindering. He'll interject himself to help if someone looks like they're struggling or, even more definitely if they ask for his help, and he's generally pretty friendly, chatting with anyone who strikes up a conversation with him.

after dinner

As tempted as Derek is to make himself scarce so that he can fall into bed and sleep off the food coma he can feel creeping up on him, he stays to help wash dishes and put away tables and chairs. It's no help to David if he shows up, eats, and leaves, after all.

He might be dragging a little when they first start clean up, but by the time they've finished, it's almost as though a second wind has been breathed into him, so he's feeling a little more chatty and generally friendly than he had been while helping clean up.
Hell, he might even stick around if they're going to linger for football or other activities. He might as well, right?

Preparation

[rebelarrow]

[Judd is likewise useless in the kitchen but used to assisting with the manual labor thanks to the many parties his pack tends to throw over the year. Wolves never turned down a good party, he discovered pretty quickly, though wolves had nothing on bears.

Tk also never hurt when it came to being assigned manual labor, and it was why several chairs could be seen floating across the living room... lifting themselves right into the air right as Derek goes to grab one.]

Too slow.

[There was a hint of amusement buried in his default frosty tone.]

Jane Foster // OTA

[bifroster]

PREP;

Jane would readily admit that she was not much of a cook or a baker, chocolate chip cookies or quick microwave dinners and coffee notwithstanding. And tea, because her grandmother made sure that Jane could make a proper cup of tea before she died. Literally.

So, she was out and about in the dining room, helping to move some of the heavier items that others could not lift, sparring the floors. Being able to manipulate gravity helped with that.

“Okay, where do you need these?” she asked someone, lifting multiple chairs like it was nothing.


FEAST;

Hours later, with only some slight hiccups in the kitchen and where decorations in the main hall should be placed, it looked like everyone was all settled and everything was ready. She smiled, satisfied with herself, when she saw how many people had come and who were still here with them. What they had gone through was horrific, but the world didn’t end, and they were here.

It was all she could ask for.


THE CLEAN-UP;

Of course Jane was going to clean up.

The battle and near end of the world had rattled her quite a bit, especially with the memories she knew she lost and all of the memories of others she had seen.

She didn’t exactly want to go home just yet.

So, picking up heavy bags of garbage and carrying them out without a sweat it was.

THE CLEAN-UP

[by_candlelight]

Ruby had just tied a recycle bag closed when she looked up and saw Jane. She'd seen her carrying big bags out and decided to ask for some help - there were a fair number of glass containers in the bag too.

"Hello! Hey, could you help me with this?"

jaime reyes | ota | STROLLS IN LATE W SBUX

[khajidont]

prep/arrival

[ Jaime said that he was going to help so, by god, he's going to help. Most of how he's helped is with the financials (money doesn't buy happiness but money sure does buy some peace of mind that you've contributed something without doing very much), so he arrives with his checkbook in his pocket and an enormous package of tamales the he's in the process of laying out on the table. ]

Usually, I'd go for homemade, [ he'll say conversationally to anyone who botherws coming by. ] My mom would spend all day making tons of these. But these will have to do for today.

[ Otherwise? He's an extra pair of hands, just waiting to help out. Put him to work! ]

clean up -- ok, no, naptime

[ Jaime's usually good at this sort of thing. He comes, makes merry, helps clean up, then goes home to rest. But, like for everyone else here, it has been a long, long, long few months. He's exhausted. And once he's full and commandeered a chair off to the side, just to rest for a couple of minutes...

Maybe it's not such a surprise that sitting turned into resting his eyes for just a minute to a full blown nap attack, chin resting on the heel of his hand as he gently snores. Look, at least he contributed to the whole finance side of affairs, right? ]

Nap Time (No pressure to respond, ahaha)

[by_candlelight]

[ When she sees him napping -a proper sleep instead of the short five-minute affairs she's fallen prey to throughout the day- she takes the time to open up her backpack and carefully try to put one of those foil survival blankets over him as best she could. After that she intended to go back to sweeping. ]

[by_candlelight]

Prep

While Ruby had brought her own dishes -glazed yams both with and without marshmallows in a total of four casserole dishes of varying sizes- she hardly felt like she'd done her part. Also, if she didn't keep busy she might give in to the urge to steal into the food ahead of time and even though none of the articles she read mentioned it there was no way that wasn't bad luck. So there she was, going around helping to cut things quickly with her rather handy knife skills, and offering whatever other aid she can.

She stops, looking at someone who looks a little overwhelmed, and speaks. "Do you need any help?"


The Feast

Despite being the size of a prepubescent child even in her own culture, Ruby can put away food like no one's business. She has made it a habit of going off for seconds (and thirds, and fourths...) to continue her quest to try everything the get-together has to offer, and doing so has gotten into a habit of just plopping down in random empty spots, smiling, and saying two words: "Hey there!"

Every so often she may just fall asleep at the table, though wake up about five minutes later and act as if nothing happened. It's fine. She's just tired. It's not a big deal.


The Cleanup

Her sleep attacks don't stop with the food, but she doesn't seem at all worried. She can be seen dutifully sweeping, putting things in trash and recycle bags, and even transporting dishes to the kitchen to be washed. Sure, she sometimes stops, closes her eyes for a few minutes, and then starts herself awake before going right back to work, but she doesn't seem bothered by it.

Feast

[tricksterofasgard]

For the more common Asgardian a feast like this would be a welcome social event. But even back when he grew up still believing himself to be just another Asgardian, Loki has never truly enjoyed those events. Of course he still dutifully attended as long as necessary in his everlasting attempts to fit in. Why exactly he ended up attending David's little get-together... He isn't entirely sure.

His interest in the food is minimal, so Loki spends most of his time observing other people. When the girl that has just sat down across of him to devour her pile of food suddenly falls asleep, he raises a curious brow.

"Well. At least there are some similarities between mortals and Asgardians." He comments, more or less to himself.

ota

[adamantlyardent]

[Cecelia arrives in her attempt at "fashionably" late and "desperately" brief, because all things considered? things are not going great for her! but she's trying to keep her word...and pay back David some kindness, as he's done more than his share on her behalf.

maybe claws and elongated fingers make it tough to fix her hair. and makeup. and put on clothes. and...cook...but dammit, she had to try! and honestly? this little affair of making tiny fairy cakes was enough of a goal to get her from just laying in despair for a week.

it just means she looks kind of frumpy and not very put-together: big sunglasses, a hair bandana, a big coat...oven mitts...

she only regrets coming when she sees the size of the hall, but by then it's too late. maybe if she just. scoots in over this way, hugs the wall, drops off the little tray of sugary breadcakes, and waves in David's general eyeshot she can book it without looking too much of an eyesore!]