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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.]
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Pretty much.