And Let Us Gather 'Round [ Video + Action ]

[universal_charm]

Who: Kirk and The Fine People of the Fleet
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit, Specifically at the Melting Pot - Note: After the Broadcast
When: After they start heading away from the system

Video
<sub>[ Kirk appears on the screen, and probably like many people he looks tired and a bit beaten up. Scratches not yet healed on his face, one even covered with a bandage on his cheek, that sort of drawn look around his eyes after all the sleepless nights and the battles and general horridness. A little to pale, perhaps.

Even so, he gives as warm a smile as he can as he begins to speak. ]</sub>

For those of you who might not know, I come from a world called Earth - or at least, one of the versions represented here. On my world, in the country I hail from, we celebrate something known as Thanksgiving roughly around this time of year if I've done my calculations correct. Some people call it Friendsgiving, but it's all the same really.

Essentially, it's a time to a give thanks for the good things in your life, your friends, and your family. In the spirit of that, I've arranged for a gathering at the Melting Pot - a thank you to Jarvis for that. Everyone who wishes to come is welcome.

I just thought we all could use a day, a place, to be together and to just enjoy each other. So I hope to see you there.

Action: The Melting Pot
<sub>[ The restaurant is set up to allow as much mingling as possible when people arrive - places to sit, of course, but there's gentle music playing for those who might want to dance and just to give some atmosphere (but not loud enough to stop conversation at all). Food and drink is laid out - things to nibble on rather than the usual feasts associated with a Thanksgiving. Not particularly ideal, but it's what could be managed. Unless, of course, anyone decided to bring something else to add to the spread.

Not a fancy party, to be sure, but it's warm and inviting, which is what Kirk had hoped for. A place for them all to come together and enjoy each other and just be glad they were all there and if not quite completely whole, then, well, able to be there. ]

[ooc: Open mingle! Feel free to create your own starters and do as you like - tis a warm Friendsgiving party for the Fleet! ]</sub>

Comments

Lumière | OTA

[servantnotserving]

[The past few months have not been the greatest. There has been far too much destruction and death in Lumière's opinion- and with that came misery and upset for the Fleet at large. Lumière had felt pretty helpless during it all, he's not exactly in the right form to be of much help when disaster strikes, he'd just get underfoot.

But raising spirits, this he can do. This is something he's good at. While Cogsworth may handle this with military precision, Lumière prefers to flit from person to person, hopping along tables to check up on everyone, trying to keep the mood positive, because by god they all needed it. Telling stories or (probably lewd) jokes, juggling the candles that make up his hands, perhaps even singing a song or two, he does his utmost to cheer everyone up. ]

Now this is a way to unwind, no?

[That was probably directed at you. He'd rather there be more music, maybe something more lavish and loud, but this is Kirk's attempts, and he's not going to railroad over it...too much/. ]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix agrees with this unspoken sentiment but it's something. He seems in good enough cheer by the time Lumiere finds him, though. No real need for cheering up here, except for the occasional longing but fleeting sidelong glance at the dance floor.

He flashes a smile at Lumiere, though]

It certainly rates among my favorites, though where I couldn't tell you.

[servantnotserving]

[Felix, if he had feet he would absolutely sweep you off yours and right onto that dance floor right now. Alas, he does not. That is the real tragedy here. ]

Well, I know there are definitely better ways. But, unfortunately, this is a public place and Jarvis probably frowns upon that kind of thing here. Something about health codes?

[THEY SOUND FAKE. ]

You look like you would prefer to be dancing, mon ami.

[lord_wizard]

I can imagine it would upset the kitchen staff.

[That's more likely, really.]

Is it that obvious?

[servantnotserving]

That technically includes me, but I suppose it would upset the rest of them.

[Tragic, Speak of tragedies. ]

Ah, then you should find someone to whisk you across the dance floor. Had I legs, I'd offer myself, but unfortunately...

[unbridles]

[John, here, is slightly bandaged, but he's not about to let that stop him from having a good time. He never has before, after all. Granted, he's been wounded in the same shoulder he has been shot in twice before, but small details. He gives Lumiere a cheery grin.]

Hell yeah, man! We need it.

[servantnotserving]

[John, honey, you need to get shot at way less than you're getting shot currently, okay. This is not a healthy number of times to be shot at. Even more so getting injured in the same place you keep getting shot at. ]

I think so! We all need some time to relax after this, hopefully we'll have some breathing space before Atroma throws their next trick at us.

[The smile is still there, but there's real concern seeping into his tone. ]

How are you? Alive, obviously, but how were you through all of that?

[unbridles]

[Technically, he's been shot at a lot more than that, but we're not keeping count here.]

Eh. [He shrugs a little.] Okay, I guess? Focusin' on keepin' as many people safe as I could, really.

[servantnotserving]

[John, no.]

Very noble of you, mon ami. I am sure they were grateful. [He points a candle at the injury though. He might be inanimate but he's still got eyes, buddy. ] I was mostly talking about that.

[humene]

[After a month and a half of orbiting the murder planet, the opportunity to unwind is welcomed. Eleanor had gotten used to seeing Lumiere in panic mode; it's a nice change to see him in such high spirits.]

Yes. You're quite a performer, you know.

[...For a candlestick.]

[servantnotserving]

[He's honestly glad to be out of panic mode, too. That really doesn't suit him at all. He's far more comfortable being the light and life of a party. Making people happy. This is much more his pace.

He laughs, giving a little bow. ]

Merci, ma cherie! I have had a lot of practise.

[humene]

I can tell.

[She chuckles. This is nice. So much nicer than the last month.]

Did you perform back home?

[servantnotserving]

[Everything is better than last month. ]

Something like that, it was part of my general duties in taking care of the guests of the castle. Making sure they were happy, and needed nothing.

[dreamvour]

Be careful you don't drop your candles.

[is her response to the question at hand. She doesn't seem at all phased by a dancing, singing candelabra, or at least, she's hiding it very well.

Either way, she's seen weirder]

[servantnotserving]

[When he is not the weirdest thing people have seen he is equally delighted and deeply concerned for the person in question. ]

Don't worry, they fit back on. [He flicks what is essentially his hand in the air, letting it do a little spin in the air before catching it in a sconce. ]

Ta daaa~

[dreamvour]

Waaah~ [it's half-deadpan, half-genuinely impressed. She even sits up to offer a polite applause] So you can't drop them?

[cajunspice]

[The Fleet was full of surprises, it had taken Remy a little to get use to the living 'inanimate' objects when he had returned to the Wonderduck, and before leaving for the Twin Roses. But really, Lumière had been an enjoyable shipmate, a bit more relaxed than their captain.]

Monsieur Lumière, [Remy offered, his own Cajun French holding a different accent to the French'man's.] Light of the party, as always, I see. [Yes, it was a bad pun, he couldn't help it.]

[servantnotserving]

[I small, insane hamster would be more relaxed that Cogsworth, but it's a nice enough thought and Lumière would take it. He doesn't even especially mind the change in accent. It's kind of nice, knowing France survives elsewhere too. They're sturdy like that. ]

But of course, mon ami! I don't think I could be happy if it was nay other way. Are you enjoying yourself?

[cajunspice]

That I be, cher, though I will take 'ny excuse to drink 'nd eat 'nd be merry 'nd all that. Shame it came after a planet full of cannibals, but really, as I said, 'ny excuse. [Before a slight raise of his glass, as if it was to a toast, before taking a drink from it.] Though a good choice not to be servin' pork or the like for this, I guess. [Yes, he's just so funny, he knows it.]

[candothat]

[Oh hey, there's a talking candelabra on Chekov's table. He wishes this was more surprising. That or that he was slightly drunker so he could be properly amused by the everydayness of such things.]

It is a way, yes.

I would like to offer you a drink. Do candles drink?

[servantnotserving]

[Wow, he wishes he could get drunk- that would make his life in general much more bearable, alas. ]

I don't, I'm afraid. Merci, for the offer, though.

[candothat]

[Gosh, how do animate candelabras even live?]

Ah, unfortunate. Je vous en prie regardless. [His Russian accent manages to be even thicker in French than in English. He tried.]

[redatheart]

It's certainly an effective antidote to the past two months.

[After the chaos of too long spent amongst enemies, and confined to seeing only his crewmates, it's a relief to see other faces. It's also nice to see that other people he's acquainted with - coworkers, for example - are safe and sound.

Sayid smiles as Lumière hops onto a table next to him.]

It's good to see you.

[They've really been only passingly friendly, to be fair. But it's still something that's true.]

[servantnotserving]

That is is, it's a well earned break for everyone.

[Luckily (or possibly unluckily) for Sayid, Lumière can make firm friendships with just about anyone in a quarter of the time it takes most people. He's personable, like that. He flashes a warm smile. ]

Likewise, mon ami. I hope you got through the planet relatively unscathed?

[redatheart]

Relatively.

[He's got a few bandages, but nothing that looks extensive or particularly serious. Sayid has absolutely had worse.]

And yourself?

[...He can't imagine that a candle would....thrive particularly well in the situation they'd found themselves on the planet. There's a tinge more concern in his voice, but only very faintly.]