(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

[musicdied]

Yelena blinks once in surprise, not having expected to gain a potential dinner companion out of a momentary bit of helpfulness. But that's the point of all of this, isn't it? To build ties with their fellow otherworlders, beyond the easy groupings of roommate and department and shared world.

"Over there," she says, tipping her head in the direction of one of the perimeter tables, her spot saved by a yellow-and-back checkered coat. "There's room, if you'd like to join me."

It's one of the benefits of not trying to grab one of the seats closest to the food: far less competition.

[henchgal]

"That'd be nice." Meredith smiles, following over to the indicated table. "I don't see my roommates here yet. Tim was still sleeping in by the time I left our apartment."

[musicdied]

Normally, that wouldn't be remarkable - people keep all kinds of strange sleep schedules. Given the events of the previous month, it makes Yelena's skin prickle with unease.

"Does he work late hours?" she wonders, tone mild and conversational, if pitched a little louder than her usual speaking voice to be heard over the buzz of chatter as they make their way between the tables.

[henchgal]

"No, he just doesn't keep a sane sleep schedule. I mean, none of us do in our room, not really. Tim's a teenager, so if you give him a day off, of course he's going to use it to sleep in."

She shrugs. Normal never was a thing, even before the last month, with B1. Malcolm has night terrors, Tim's a paranoid mess, Meredith has chronic pain keeping her up.