LATE THANKSGIVING (mingle)

[passingthrough]

Who: Anybody/everybody
Broadcast: Somewhat!
Action: Even more so! Iskaulit
When: Thursday, December 1

[Video]

[Once upon a time the intention had been to brighten things up and bring people together for Winn's sake. Okay, it was also meant to cheer her up after Vision and Sascha leaving the fleet. Thanksgiving seemed like a good idea and she missed the date, but it's not like there are any Thanksgiving police around, right? She'd just keep it a small dinner of close friends, right? Except between her and Winn their close friends are already too many friends to call it small. And then why not invite their friends' friends? At a certain point she realized they're probably only leaving out a handful of people so might as well just have fleet-wide Thanksgiving. What is her life?]

Thanksgiving. Tonight. The Iskaulit. Potluck. So, that means bring food to share. And if you don't know what Thanksgiving means it doesn't really matter. You're still invited. (OOC: Respond here for video.)

[Action/Mingle]

[Several tables have been set up with mismatched chairs and occasionally crates for sitting. The food is a mishmash too with the various dishes people brought ranging from protein gels to snacks from the space stations to actual, creative and delicious dishes. She did manage to recruit a few people in advance with cooking augments or an interest in cooking to help her out and she supplied as much food as she could given their recent stops. At least there are a few pumpkin pies?

There's not much in the way of decorations happening, but there are some more comfortable spaces set up with games like chess and cards. She couldn't dig up an American football, but she did find a ball for tossing at least. They could make something work even if they had to go across to the gym for more room.

The main point is just to be around people and have a good time. Kitty left things pretty open so people are welcome to bring or make up their own activities.]

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[passingthrough]

[Kitty is helping the cobbled-together event stay more or less in one piece, but that doesn't mean she won't stop to talk to you or have a piece of that pie. She also spends some time next to the chess board and peeks into the gym a couple of times with the hope of getting some kind of game together. She was on a baseball team in prison you know.]

[winn]

[ thanksgiving. he almost forgot about it. it's a good idea, though, with so many loved ones being taken from them and such a gloomy and creepy send off from a sucky planet - it's good to remember all the good things they still have in their lives.

winn is sporting a scruffier look, he hasn't had the heart to get a clean shave since he lost sascha, on account of an in joke. the smallest things matter so much when someone is ripped from your life.

but still, he seems in high spirits around the holiday table, he takes his turn playing chess and cards, and he can even be persuaded to try his hand at something more athletic -- if you don't mind a very easy rival, or a not so great partner. otherwise, he's happy to watch and cheer for his friends. ]

[passingthrough]

[Kitty comes up behind him and slips her arms around before kissing his neck, careful to avoid scruff.] Happy belated turkey day. Or turkey-flavored protein day. [It's good to see him smiling.]

[winn]

[ doing some more of that smiling, he leans back into her arms. ]

That's really long, I'm sticking with happy thanksgiving.

[passingthrough]

That works too. [Holding her man.] I don't remember my last Thanksgiving.

[robitussin]

Lose your last razor somehow?

[she's taking a seat near him for a moment, even if she's not certain how long she'll stay.]

[winn]

Network execs think they know best, you know how that is.

[ he shrugs and then smiles as he passes her a small roll. ]

[robitussin]

Yikes. Hopefully you can find one on the next planet.

[she takes it with a grin]

Thanks. Nice spread, huh?

[takingkarabusiness]

I hope this isn't so awesome it puts you off coming back to my Thanksgivings, Winn.

[winn]

Are you kidding? I still dream about those leftovers.

[takingkarabusiness]

Well let me know if you need my eyes for anything here.

[exothermia]

[There are many reasons for him not to respond to an invitation like this. First and foremost is the fact that he's not certain he's actually meant to have received it. He knows it was fleet-wide, but that doesn't mean Kitty wants or expects him to come. Secondly, he's not American, and has never celebrated this holiday. It factors lower in his life than even Christmas.

It's the request to 'bring food' that ultimately decides him. He'll show up, if only to drop off something. So show up he does, slipping into the room with a container under one arm. He doesn't intend to stay for long - long enough to leave the food. But he pauses to survey the tables and the dishes already arranged, faintly bemused that people still manage to put effort into things like this around here. If you catch his eye, he may linger to talk for a moment.]

[passingthrough]

[His is not a face she really expected to see and she feels conflicted when she does. Part of her seeing it as him trying and part of her saying it's too little, too late. Looks like the part that believes in second chances gets the floor.]

I didn't realize you were such a chef. [After all, he'd made her challah bread too.]

[exothermia]

[He shifts on his feet, glancing away to look at the decorations again. There's more to his presence here than simple food, but that's something for later.]

I used to cook a lot, in the other places. [It's been a long time since then, but the habit has started to stir again. He holds out the container to her.] Pumpkin bread.

[passingthrough]

You and the bread. [She really likes bread so she's not opposed.] It looks good.

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[notanoptimist]

[He's trying not to do something dumb like hide in his room while the rest of the fleet goes on about their business. McCoy's never been the most social of people -- far from it -- so it's far too easy to just disappear from social circles. But doing that means he's alone with his own thoughts and that's rarely a good idea - and he'd honestly like to get to know some of these people.

So he grabs a candy bar as his contribution and shows up. He even sets in on the table, without bothering to unwrap it. Beautiful, isn't it?

He's easy enough to goad into tossing a ball around or drag into a game of cards. Otherwise, he'll be lounging at a table, saying hello to passers-by.]

[winn]

[ he's just going to casually plop into the seat next to him. ]

Guess the fleet's more interesting than we figured. [ good natured. he doesn't actually mind that he didn't call, he was terrible at returning calls to people who welcomed him to the fleet, it must've taken him a month if not longer to get back to some, and some he never did at all. ]

[notanoptimist]

Something like that. [Actually, no. It's not. He's just that bad at communicating. Ask anyone who knows him. He pushes a plate of mostly finger foods toward Winn.] Help yourself.

[winn]

...thanks. There's normal sized food too, if you want it. [ not a lot, but it's first come first served in this thanksgiving potluck! ]

So how're you liking the fleet?

[passingthrough]

[There is a Thanksigiving-throwing mutant behind you, Bones.] Did you just bring a candy bar for the pot luck? As in one candy bar?

[notanoptimist]

[He shrugs one shoulder, completely unashamed by that.] I don't cook.

[passingthrough]

I think I'm more amused by the amount of candy bar. What's the serving size in the future?

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[takingkarabusiness]

Well, this will probably have fewer awkward silences than last Thanksgiving....

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[passingthrough]

What happened last Thanksgiving? [Don't look now but it's a wild host passing by!]

[takingkarabusiness]

Winn came over just in time to witness a fight between my sister and her mom.