apocalypsehowcomm | (log) It's Thanksgiving Time!

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!)

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"Yeah. I made those." She smiles. "It gave me an excuse to buy a kitchen torch and harmlessly set fire to things." The thing in question being the marshmallow meringue frosting.

Andrew is tall and she does appreciate his help into getting all of the bags into the dumpster. When they are done, she reaches into her pocket for a tiny bottle of peppermint scented hand-sanitizer. It's not a substitute for a thorough hand washing but it'll do in the meantime. "Gross." When she's done she offers the bottle to him.

"I think I lost them during the dreamscape, what little I was holding onto I mean. I don't dare try to gain them again." Not with some weird stalker lurking about. Also, she doesn't want to hunt a victim but she does want her powers back. It's a conundrum.

"Not without a victim, right?" It is such an unfair trade off.

"It's good to have an outlet for your creativity. And fire." There's a quick, small smile there, fleeting but sincere. He's not a man to express himself openly, but every so often, there's a flash of it.

Jaeger accepts the squirt of hand sanitizer graciously, rubbing it over his hands thoroughly because yes, ick.

He gives a quiet sigh and nod at her observation. "I don't expect I have a lot of power left, either. Aside from one misstep because of the carnival." He pauses, then shakes his head. "And the times that I've used my abilities here, they've been unreliable. Probably for the better, but...it's difficult. I've spent a long time relying on my magic to survive."

And now, he has to survive without his powers.

"If it comes to a life or death situation, then I'll do what I have to, but I'm hoping to avoid that."

(log) It's Thanksgiving Time!

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