(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]

“Well, don’t leave the door unlocked; we have keys,” Malcolm points out. He wouldn’t want Tim to get stolen or something. “You’re sure you don’t want a doughnut first? Meredith brought them.”

[ployboy]

Tim doesn't quip about Malcolm having his hands full, especially with how messy their third roommate is working up to being. He doesn't point out he's already helped himself to a couple, always with a fiendish sweet tooth.

His eyes flick over to a security camera in the cafeteria, one of many throughout all of ADI.

If there's a... problem, he figures, he can find his way back to lend a hand. Tim, all in all,

feels like an idiot. Standing there.

It's time to go.

"It's fine. I'll leave the lights on for you guys, then."

And that's... that. God, he's sorry. He tries for a smile, flat and dry as hell but at least it allows him a tiny, odd fraction of that satisfaction of before when he says, "Have fun."

Cw: mild self harm

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nods and watches him go. It doesn’t occur to him that Tim might ever look at the security feed and, once he’s gone, Malcolm closes his eyes and tilts his head back against the wall behind him. Then lifts it and lets it fall back a little harder. Then once more, a little harder. He takes a breath. Holds it a moment. Lets it out slowly.

Then he opens his eyes, scanning the room until he spots Meredith again. He keeps an eye out until Winter scoops her up. Then he escapes into the cool air of the evening.