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[aggressiveapathy]

WHO: Residents of 006 and guests
WHERE: 006
WHEN: 11/27/14
WHAT: Turkey day madness
WARNINGS: None at the moment. Possible mentions of death, cannibalism, poor humor, and dumb teenagers among other things.

[It was, once again, the prequel-to-Christmas time of year. Or, in the case of house 006, post-Halloween might be more appropriate for this Thanksgiving. Abigail had gotten April the glitter skulls they'd talked about weeks ago, and she'd seen no reason not to just go with the theme. So while the house may still smell of Turkey and other delicious things (thanks to Rick, the raccoons, and anyone else that brought food, but certainly not April), the living room and dining area looked like a Spirit Halloween store bargain bin had exploded over it. Fake spider-webs, ghouls stuck to the walls, cheap plastic 'goblets' for drinks on the table, she whole shebang. April herself was putting the finishing touches on some fake bug placements when the time for people to start arriving rolled around, and had left a 'the door works' sign on the front door as a way to let people know to not bother knocking.

There's video and board games in the living room, cooking in the kitchen, adult and non-beverages to be found, and maybe a few in the way decorations that need to be removed from the dining room table before eating can happen. Help yourselves.]

[[Note: Feel free to make starters for before, during, or after food, tag around, go nuts. Any guests housemates/invited people want to bring are fine!]]

Comments

open... with raccoons!

[lurings]

[ april said she could spend the whole day ignoring everyone and only playing scrabble with the raccoons. so after she arrives, passes over the glittery skulls and the dish of fancy hipster sweet potato and squash she made, she makes a beeline for the scrabble and grabs a raccoon to play with her, curling up on the corner off the couch and ignoring everyone to play scrabble with the raccoons.

she wasn't going to come, since will wants her to leave him alone, but april hadn't rescinded her invitation and abigail really needed to get out of the house. it didn't hurt that she had nowhere else to go. and april promised it would just be raccoons and a dog and some grumpy old men.

lies.

luckily the raccoons are freakishly good at scrabble so they're more than enough to keep her attention and, after the first time, they don't try to take her scarf off with their tiny thief fingers and put it with her coat. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ April had indeed promised to let Abby silently play scrabble. But that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to join. She simply sits down, shooing the raccoon with the lowest score away and placing two glasses of wine down. One for her, one for Abigail. If she doesn't drink it, April will just take it herself later. Her lie about the fact it would only be old men was probably growing apparent now- though to be fair she hadn't know Grey would find every teenager to drag along and feed.]

Don't let them lie about how something's totally a raccoon word. They're vicious.

[lurings]

[ abigail certainly takes that wine, thank you, as she is prone to bad life choices and wine + strangers is a bad life choice waiting to happen. ]

They've lost every challenge. I'm not allowed to use possum anymore, though, they seem annoyed when I do. There can only be one nocturnal bandit.

[ she isn't bothered as she sips the wine, possum isn't an awful word to give up. she does seem a little uncomfortable. because will is april's boyfriend. and will doesn't want abigail...

awkward. ]

[shuckit]

[ thomas eyes the raccoon warily as he makes his way over to her to sit, on the opposite side of where the woodland critter is. the last time he met one of april's raccoons, they didn't get along well. they're sort of jerks. rose's cats he gets along with fine, but raccoons are an entirely different story. so he'll just be keeping an eye on those shits and he settles down next to her.

looking over the board, he tilts his head some. he doesn't have any kind of memory of specifics of the world like board games. knows what they are, but can't remember ever playing a specific one or knowing any of the premise or rules. for a moment he observes, looking over the words and trying to figure out how it works. ]

So... they have to match letters where they intersect, and if you cover one of these, you get extra points? [ he holds out a finger, pointing at one of the triple points squares. cool. seems easy. ]

[lurings]

Hi Thomas. [ she shifts a little, maybe like she's making more room for him. we just don't know. the only reason she said hello though was so he knew that abigail wasn't mistaking him for stiles. ] Yeah. Basically.

[ to demonstrate, she puts one tile down and makes a box at the intersection of two words. ] Hi. And mi. Like, do re mi.

[ which she isn't sure he will recognize, but she just played three rounds with cheating raccoons, she's given up on the standards of her games. ]

[ifnotloyal]

[ Hey now, it's not all lies.

There is totally a dog.

He's been quiet since guests began to arrive, keeping to himself rather than throwing himself around with puppy-like exuberance. It's been a rough past month, okay? He will lift his head up from where he's sprawled out on the floor when Abigail and the raccoon start playing, though.

Curious, he'll haul himself up and trot on over, poking his head up over the arm of the couch and resting his chin on it to watch the game. ]

[lurings]

[ abigail clearly likes animals more than people, so when the dog trundles over and drops his chin down, she can't help reaching out to run her fingers through his fur, scratching the top of his head gently. ]

Hi boy.

[ blissfully unaware that this particular dog is way more sentient than april's raccoons and doesn't need to resort to interperative dance to get his point across.

unless, like, that's his hobby????

we just don't know. regardless, she does all this petting quietly and calmly and uses her other hand to play a word and mark down her score. the raccoons are winning right now. ]

[kinesia]

[ It's the girl from the video, the one who hadn't liked her scar. Grey recognises her instantly, and so it's natural for him to go up to her. He hadn't realised that April knew her, and hadn't expected to find her here, but he's glad to see her all the same.

He waits until he can catch her eye before giving her a little wave, and then pointing at the seat beside her. Can he join her? ]

open

[gluestick]

[Newt doesn't know enough about the holiday to judge whether the decor is appropriate or not. Just that it's garish as fuck, but the Glade never had any sort of sparkle, so what can you do? He's hanging around in the living room eyeing the games, nursing a drink of the adult variety that he shouldn't necessarily have. It's fine since April hooked them up with the booze last time, right?

He eventually sits down on the couch to sift through the games to try and find something of interest. He's never had the luxury of sitting around and playing one, that he can remember. He honestly has no idea which one would be the best for playing with other people, just that he wants something to do the pass the time while dinner cooks.]

[katastrophe]

[ The couch is an unfortunate place for him to be, because there's a big old space next to him, and in that space drops Nishi, sitting closer than he needs to and pointing a skinny finger across to Newt's drink.

Nobody is stupid enough to give him alcohol, but that just makes him want it more. ]

Give me that.

[shuckit]

[ thomas comes to plop down next to newt on the couch, drink to his lips as he takes another sip of something that definitely isn't apple juice. underaged drinking for all. seriously, he doesn't get that rule on age. seems really dumb, it's not like being tipsy is the same as handing them a gun? which, really, thomas wouldn't blink at either. they've been through enough shit to justify it, he thinks.

anyway, he looks over as newt sifts through the games, and eventually reaches forward himself, tugging out one of the games that looks like Halo. ]

I played this one with Stiles. It's like, aliens and laser guns. The gravity hammer's the best thing. [ he wiggles the game case in front of him, in a 'wanna try it ooout' kind of way ]

[lurings]

[ she does't want to talk to anyone. that was, oddly, the point of coming to april's. to sit in silence (except with april), eat, and say she went to someone's house for thanksgiving instead of being a completely unsocial hermit.

there are a lot of people here though so abigail's silence is dwindling faster and faster until she just gives up, grabs one of the controllers and switches on mario kart. blame the wine. she leans over to ask one of the raccoons to grab her two more, which it fetches with little wheedling and clambers on to the couch between the teenagers and passes the spare controller to newt.

because the raccoon is playing, but newt can play too, that's the point. ]

April says they know most of the levels. You're Thomas' friend?

Re: open

[aggressiveapathy]

[April is more than happy to just be a spectator to Newt's failure. She gets way too annoyed when the second person was just dragging her down in a game, but watching him go solo and all the fumbling and blowing himself up all over the screen? Now that was entertainment. She tucks her legs under her as she settles on the couch, a skeleton hand goblet of wine clutched between her two hands.]

Press A.

open!

[shuckit]

[ thanksgiving wasn't really something that stuck around during the zombie epidemic apocalypse that thomas is from, and he wouldn't remember much of it anyway if he did, so the decor and all else doesn't seem in or out of place at all. just... a lot. he doesn't take a whole lot of note to it - mostly, he's concerned with the food. and the drinks. there's the other thing he doesn't get. the big issue with teenagers drinking here. it's not like he hasn't had anything stronger than this before? who really cares, it's not like someone's gonna die if he gets tipsy?

but thankfully, april isn't one of the ones who cares, so he'll have an adult drink as he sneaks through the kitchen, looking curiously over all of the food and starts to snatch a few pre-dinner samplers of things. look, you can't just put awesome food in front of a growing boy who lived in a turducken deprieved maze for all his remembered life. it's cruel.

from there, thomas will find one of the couches in front of the tv with the video games. he'd played some with stiles not too long ago and he sifts through what's there, finally finding something like mariokart and popping it in, curiously watching as it loads up. with his mouth still partially occupied with turkey, he calls out to those surrounding him. ]

Hey, I think I need a second player for this...

ota;

[ifnotloyal]

[ He's only gotten back home the night before, having spent the past few weeks up north, way, way north, so excuse him if he spends most of Thanksgiving dozing off on the floor somewhere, most often in inconvenient places that require people to try and step over or around a large husky. He'll open an eye and squint at anyone who does, though, as if catching them at trying to sneak by.

But when dinner is ready, later on, then they'll see Ace with a lot more energy. It doesn't cross his mind that he's entitled to a plate of food all on his own, so he's lurking among the chairs and under the table with the rest of the menagerie that lives at House 006.

Careful, you're bound to get stared at with big, sad puppy dog eyes if you go too long without passing something down to the floor. C'mon, who doesn't want to feed Ace? Huh? Huh? ]

[waiting]

[ Bradbury, for one, is going to find it impossible to resist. He's missed Ace's company. Though he hasn't directly expressed as much in words, it's obvious in the way he's pretty consistent with affection throughout the preparations for dinner, pausing as he moves past him to scratch him behind the ears or rub his belly a bit. He's quiet, leaving the obviously exhausted dog to his rest, but he's glad to see him back, obviously.

Otherwise, for the most part he's been mindful about not bothering Ace too much, but once the turkey's stuffed and ready to roast for later, he wipes his hands off and looks for Ace, finding he's shifted around again. Crouching down in the ridiculous apron, he chuckles, ruffling his ears gently. ]

Guess that trip really did a number on you, didn't it?

Re: ota;

[aggressiveapathy]

You're not getting out of the weredog crap.

[Said as she, with a heavy sigh, just drops a bunch of food stuff on the floor. No nicely prepared plate for Ace. Technically, it wasn't treats, okay? She's consistent with her earlier threat. He needs to explain, and gets no treats until he does.]

( open )

[omajitsa]

[ Anavha hasn't been the most sociable for most of the evening. He feels a bit like an intruder in this house. But Grey brought him, and he couldn't really say no to Grey's face. The whole process was strange to him as well. Anavha wasn't used to so much noise and crowding and wildness. Dinners at home were neat and organized, dignified. And men were not permitted to speak, if any man was present aside from Anavha that is. Here everyone spoke and spoke loudly and there was no real structure it seemed.

So Anavha had stayed close to Grey, the only person he did know. He drank wine, which tasted nothing like home but was close enough that he didn't mind it.

Eventually, though, he makes his way to the room with all the games. He sits on the couch, out of the way but near enough he can watch what they're doing.

Which he still doesn't get. ] What is the point of this? [ He finally speaks up, sounding curious. ]

[waiting]

[ Not someone Bradbury knows, but he does know the look of someone who's obviously out of place when he sees them. He's recognizable as one of the people who actually lives here, at least, and he's wiping his hands off from washing the dishes when he overhears the question and turns his head. ]

What, the video games? [ He cocks his head, inquisitive, then shrugs. ] To have fun, I guess. Let you pretend to be something else for a while.

[kinesia]

[ Grey doesn't know everyone here, but unlike Anavha, he doesn't mind crowds. He feels strangely at home in them, even when they're full of strangers, so as far as he's concerned, the more people who are around, the better. He does stay close to Anavha's side, though, knowing of his friend's wariness. He doesn't drink anything with any hint of alcohol in it, and instead has a glass of clean water in his hand. He sits next to Anavha, leaning slightly against him, and at the question of the games he shakes his head. He's never seen them before either. Reaching over, he lifts up one of the games with a soldier on the front. Based on the gun, he turns his arm to show Anavha the word 'Kill', and then raises his eyebrows. A killing game? Maybe it's supposed to teach them. In fairness, some of them could use it. ]

open

[waiting]

[ Who's in charge of the food? This guy. Bradbury has made promises to both feed his household and its assorted guests and show up at other parties too, and thanks to April giving him the heads up -- a rare moment of generosity -- he isn't too frazzled about accommodating the influx of guests. He's still surprised by the turnout, though. Did they know that many people between all of them? He'd honestly had no idea.

The Halloween decor is a lost cause, but in the spirit of the season, he's wearing a camel-brown sweater with fuschia reindeer patterned on, and an apron with a slightly lopsided turkey. Prior to eating, he can be found in the kitchen, nursing bandaged fingers from ill-advised encounters with kitchen appliances.

During the dinner proper, he's rarely actually sitting down, mostly making sure food makes its way from the kitchen to the dinner table without incident and carving up the turkey. He's also keeping a sharp eye on the alcohol supply. Any minors (and more clearly inebriated adults) trying to sneak a drink are likely to find themselves with a heavy hand clapped firmly on their shoulder and steered back to the living room.

He disappears halfway through the night, but before the last guests leave, he can be found standing on the porch still bundled up from coming home from Mary and John's Thanksgiving, idly puffing on a cigarette and staring pensively out at the empty street. ]

[viced]

Honestly, he shouldn't even be here. If it were any other year, it would be different. He'd be busy with parades and all the little details that went along with the Thanksgiving holiday. Normally, they could convince him to stay for a bit, Bradbury or April guilting him into stopping by and spending some time with actual human beings, instead of paperwork and machines.

He didn't get this excuse this time. Hell, he couldn't even say he had work, could he? So he'd done the right thing and showed up and had even brought a decent bottle of wine and he'd made a show of playing along, avoiding being a nuisance to Ace, and say hi like he was supposed to. He'd already been out there, smoking, when Bradbury came out to get a shot of nicotine himself.

"Chaotic in there, isn't it?" smalltalk was never his forté.

[kinesia]

[ The smell of the food draws Grey in. He's really never imagined anything like this before. He didn't know what a cooking turkey could smell like, but it's so good that it makes his mouth water, and he can't help following it to see who's cooking. In the kitchen, he finds Bradbury working, and he wanders over like he's lost.

He can see the bird roasting in the oven, but he can't put a name to it. It makes him hungry, though. He's wearing a short-sleeved shirt that's open down the front, revealing words tattooed all over his arms and chest. He finds the word 'What' on his left upper arm and points it out to Bradbury, before nodding at the oven. What smells so good? And can he have some? ]

ota.

[anthropophagite]

[ this is honestly... really bad. Kaneki already had to endure the Thanks Giving ceremony with a blind date and now he gets home and Thanks-Giving/Halloween is happening in their apartment as well. With food that Kaneki can't touch, with drinks Kaneki can't have.

So he spends the whole dinner avoiding food and avoiding drinking, sneaking around in hopes not to be noticed by anyone. At least he is helping a bit while being a wallflower, by grabbing the dirty dishes and glasses and placing them over the kitchen sink to wash them tomorrow.

Yes, Kaneki is cleaning up a bit while everyone is partying FORGIVE HIM OK ]

[katastrophe]

[ Nishi is wasted. He didn't mean to drink as much as he did, he just didn't want the disgusting taste of alcohol to get the better of him! He feels awful now, and as soon as Kaneki passes him he grabs him by the shirt, feeling a lot like liquid.

Every time he shuts his eyes it feels like the world is spinning, and he's trying pretty hard not to blink so much. ]

Tell me...