(log) It's Thanksgiving Time!

[forethinking]

Who: Ren and You
When: Thanksgiving Day
Where: ADI's cafeteria
Summary: A little thanksgiving party for everyone.
Warnings: Alcohol, but other than that, none!



(It's finally the day! Ren's spent the day in the canteen, from the early hours of the morning with the help of Kate, until just close enough to the arranged time.

Several tables in the cafeteria are taken by the food, but there's still plenty of room to sit and spend time with your fellow ADI employees. After the previous month everyone has had, it feels much needed. Available is the following menu:

Deep-fried Turkey + Stuffing;
Ranch-Seasoned Roast Turkey + Stuffing;
Mashed Potatoes + Gravy;
Green Bean Casserole;
Cranberry Sauce;
Pasta alla Norma;
Sicilian Rice Balls;
S'mores Cupcakes
Pumpkin Pie;
Apple Pie;
Sweet Baked Potato;
Pecan Pie;
Roasted Vegetables;
Stuffed Mushrooms;
Squash Soup;
Garlicky Green Beans with Crispy Onions;
A selection of alcohol;

Ren's tried his best to recreate what the Internet and other folks have told him, and without him tasting the original flavors, some of the dishes might have an unexpected twist of spice. Kate has also helped with putting things together, and at the previously arranged time, Ren opens the doors with a smile from ear-to-ear.

Once everyone's settled, he'll ask for a moment to, gasp, speak:)

I'd like to thank everyone for coming today. I know it's been tough, but I'm still thankful we can spend good moments like these together. I hope you enjoy the food.

(And just like so, he'll bow, and hand plates to those ready to eat. Time to dig in!)

Comments

[abrightboy]

"I have a younger sister. She's a reporter. We've always been close... since my father's arrest. Sort of looked after each other, I guess. My mother hasn't coped well. We weren't close for a long time. But in the last year or so... we've gotten close for the first time in my life. Before the night I turned him in, I was always closer to my dad. And after that night... I had a hard time knowing who to trust. Gil was the only person I was really able to trust for a long time." He shrugs a shoulder. "I moved away for ten years after I finished school, but I still went home for the big holidays if I wasn't on an urgent case."

[cacophonish]

It's weird, thinking about a massive mindfuck like that. Monstrous, but... mundane. No magic involved. No demons or entities. Just an evil fucking man called dad.

"Gil's a good guy." He offers a wry smile. "I like him a lot more than your dad."

Okay, no, it's too soon to make any jokes where Martin Whitly's concerned. Jeff grimaces for a moment and just shoves a forkful of food in his mouth to shut himself up before he says anything dumb.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles down at the pavement.

“Me too,” he admits easily. “He’s done a lot for me. He saved me.”