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And Let Us Gather 'Round [ Video + Action ]

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
_{[ 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. ]}

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
_{[ 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! ]}

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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]

[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~

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

[He will absolutely take the applause, giving a little bow. ]

No, I can't. I imagine it's part of the magic of the curse. Probably a good thing, I would not want to lose my hands completely.

That would be unfortunate. [she says in agreement. She leans forward on the table a bit, resting her chin on her hands as she regards him curiously] You're under a curse?

[He gives a nod. ]

Oui, mademoiselle. One that was put on the prince I serve, his staff? Well, we just got caught in the crossfire, so to speak. I'm normally a very handsome man.

Heeh . . . [it's a thoughtful, considering hum, her head tilting a bit as she studies him] I've never heard of a curse effecting so many people like that. That's odd.

It was a very specific one. It seems we are an anomaly, from what I understand from other worlds. Still, we are working on a cure, and that's what really matters.

There are curses that can effect other people the longer they exist, but those sort of curses are built to act that way. I can't access my sources to check, though. [and that's . . . hm. That's concerning, but a worry for later on] Are you close to finding a cure?

You know much about them? [He sounds a touch hopeful- he's always prepared to have backups, should Khagdar's spell fail, or the mage be sent home before his work is complete. ]

Oui, I have a friend here, working on one. He is doing very well! And if not, we hope that back home we will manage it. Though time is running out, there.

A little bit. I don't encounter them often. [mostly because she isn't capable of magic, and that's usually required to break them]

It's a timed curse too? That's interesting. —no offense. How much more time do you have? Do you know?

It is. We have been this way for ten years. The cursed becomes irreversible on our Prince's twenty first birthday. Which it was the night before, back home- when I was brought here. We have...quite literally, hours.

[He's trying to stay cheery and upbeat about it, but that's to try and mask the panic that it might NOT be broken. He might be ceaselessly optimistic, but he's not a fool. He's aware everything is against them. ]

Ah. [a considering noise, her head tilting the opposite way] That's plenty of time.

[Baku what are you on about] I hope you're able to reverse it. Ten years is a long time to be a table decoration.

Errr, we hope anyway. The Master need to fall in love, and have that love returned. It was been...tricky. But we are hopeful, yet. He has a young lady in his life, after all.

[Belle has put up with a LOT of shit, quite frankly. ]

It has not been an ideal way to live, non.

It's a love curse? [she's usually flat in her delivery of most things, but there's some distaste in her tone as her face scrunches up to match. She bites her tongue on an insult, but she certainly wants to explain GROSS in response]

I hope it ends soon for you. If I can think of anything to help, I'll let you know.

It is, the Master....he was not at his best when it was placed on him. The Enchantress, I suppose she wanted him to prove he could love another.

[He's not THRILLED with it- what with the whole being turned into furniture thing. He still manages to smile about it. Kind of. ]

Merci becoup, both the well wishes and offer of help are very much appreciated, mademoiselle.

What a gross curse. [there it is, her maturity peeking through] At least he has improved?

[she tilts her head] You're welcome. But I'm not a mademoiselle. Not really.

That is one word for it. [Bless, he chuckles. ] He has! He's learned a lot. All it took was a woman who wouldn't allow him to be...well, unpleasant.

No? You seem a little young to be married.

I hear women are like that. Something about a woman's touch? [she says, as if she isn't in the body of a young woman herself]

I'm not married, no. I'm just not as young as I appear.

Something he has been desperately lacking in his life.

[Aside from Mrs. Potts, and she decidedly can't help him with what he needed there.]

Oh! Would that be why you have an understanding of curses, or just luck in biology. From what I have come to understand here, it's best not to presume.

I'm glad he's no longer lacking it.

[she gives a nod] I know about curses because of my job, but basic knowledge of them sort of comes with not being human.

As am I, I promise.

[OH, well. ]

I see! Forgive me for expecting otherwise. You never can tell here.

[she shakes her head]

It's fine, you're not supposed to be able to tell. I don't mind being mistaken for human.

It is not the worst thing to be mistaken for, I certainly miss it.

There aren't too many things you can be mistaken for, at least? I can only think of a couple off the top of my head.

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