[OPEN THREAD!] HAPPY THANKSGIVING GUYS!

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Characters: EVERYONE!
Setting: All over the mansion!
Content: It's Thanksgiving for all you American folks, so let's celebrate and be thankful!
Status: It's the US OPEN! WHOOO!


It's thanksgiving weekend. Anyone who hasn't gone home to their family is milling about. The faculty has sprung for an enormous bird and all the fixings, with some student volunteers to help out with preparations. Dinner is around 6ish, possibly later.

Post here with any and all Thanksgiving related activities you desire. Tell people who you're thankful for, gorge yourself of foodstuffs, get excessive with your shopping, do the hokey pokey with a native american headdress. Just have fun! Logan, like me, is probably somewhere grousing about how Thanksgiving was back in October, but (like me) he's not going to complain about a turkey dinner do-over!

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[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[The kitchen already has plenty of help, so Josh is sitting in front of the fireplace with a bunch of the smaller kids, helping them trace their hands onto construction paper to make construction-paper-turkeys.]

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[Laura is sitting on couch nearby, watching Josh help the smaller kids. Her hands are stuffed in her leather jacket's pockets, and there is a small smile on her face. She is not good with people, but if Laura is good with anyone, it is with kids. Maybe because there's a part of her that wants to know what it would have been like to be one. She certainly wouldn't be opposed to making construction-paper turkeys. It looks amusing.

One of the children dumps his Crayola pack, and a few crayons roll over to Laura's feet. She leans down wordlessly to pick them up, looking at them with interest before holding them out to the boy. Then her eyes lift and find Josh's.]

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

[Josh waves to his friend, and then turns his attention back to the kid he was helping.]

You've already made three. Why don't you make one for Laura, over there?

[The kid gets a determined look on his face and sets to work.]

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[Silently, Laura lifts her hand to wave back, a small smile on her face as she overhears Josh's suggestion. That was kind. Nice. She looks down to the boy's drawing as he traces his hand out on a piece of brown paper, feeling relatively content, only looking up again when the kid Josh ordered runs over to her, shoves the drawing at her, all adolescent pigtails and missing baby teeth in her grin.

She says, "I made this for you" and runs off. It's crude, badly cut-out, but Laura can tell she put effort into each and every drawn feather. She gets up with her present, walks over to Josh.]

Thank you.

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

Oh. Uh, you're welcome. No big deal.

[Josh realizes then that it maybe might be a big deal. He's suddenly sure Laura's never had a real Thanksgiving before.]

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[Josh would be right. She's smiling a little as she turns away from Josh to sit next to him, looking out on the kids with a measure of naivete and innocence. She doesn't know why she asks what she is wondering, save that Josh is her friend, and she feels comfortable asking. They understand each other.]

What were your Thanksgivings like?

[golden-elixir.livejournal.com]

The usual. Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles... we used to always alternate whose house we had dinner at. I mean, I had a pretty normal family.

[Suddenly he's a little embarrassed.]

Not to make you feel bad, or anything, though. I mean... you and I pretty much have the same deal now, right? Here with everyone else.

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

I do not feel bad. [She says the words to assure him, although they are one of the few lies Laura tells. She understands he didn't mean to make her feel bad, and she doesn't, not because of him. She can't help but wonder what it would have been like. She doubts she'd have a big family, doubts she could grow up like other kids, like Josh; she doesn't entertain that notion. But maybe, just maybe, she could have had quiet Thanksgivings with her mother.] What happened to your family?

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[Cooking has never been a hobby of Jono's, but because of the fact that he explicitly stated he wanted this side dish prepared a certain way and that brand of pie and whatever else he demanded -- well, there he is, slaving away in the kitchen. That way, he has control of the food, knows exactly what's being done with the preparations, and is looking about as "team leader" as he ever does, barking orders left and right and checking on a multitude of pots. Due to his massive size, it's even more awkward having him thundering around the kitchen, snaking his way around all the other kids cooking up a storm right now.]

Are the edges of the cornbread crispy brown? I don't want them out of the oven until they're crispy brown!!

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue's at one of the counters, working on making an apple pie and trying not laugh at Jono and his new leadership role. There's really just something amusing about a Brit taking Thanksgiving this seriously. She can't help but giggle a fair bit anyways as she ducks under the arm pointing at the oven to grab more cinnamon.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Where's Julian? Coming in from the rec room, where he was watching the Thanksgiving Day game. Normally, Julian Keller wouldn't leave the television screen on such an important day (except for the bathroom and snacks and the the eventual Thanksgiving dinner, of course) but he has a girlfriend in the kitchen. Baking pie. (Best Warrant song ever, amiright?) And since their relationship is new and stuff, he's gotta ignore the football game for her to score extra brownie points.

He comes up from behind her after she gets the cinnamon, snaking his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. And yeah, okay, maybe he doesn't mind ignoring the game for a pretty girl. (Especially because it's on commercial break. And he can steal some food.)]

You should've seen him the first Thanksgiving after he got his mouth back. He nearly bulldozed the whole table.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She turns her head just enough to grin at him before turning back to her work.] Did he leave any for the rest of y'all? [It's harder to reach out and grab necessary ingredients with his arms around her but she does it anyways because she appreciates that he actually bothered to leave the football game for a few minutes even if it was during commercials and with the side bonus of snacks.]

Oh and careful, [She lifts up her bare hands so he can see.] Baking in gloves doesn't work too well.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He smirks as that, looking impressed as he pulls his arms back, fingers and palms splaying over her mid drift instead, to give her more wiggle room.] You can cook and you're dangerous. Be still my heart.

And he never leaves any.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Don't get too excited, sugah. [Her tone is dryly amused as she continues about her work.] The cooking's got a very limited repertoire.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Damn... [He ducks his head, nuzzles into the hair behind her ear before he spins to lean against the counter to better see her face.] Guess we're gonna have to break up. That's a deal-breaker.

[justphases.livejournal.com]

[Kitty's trying desperately not to let her giggles join Rogue's at Jono's enthusiasm, but is very much unsuccessful. She's never had cooking skills, but has decided to do her part by peeling a pile of potatoes over the garbage can, and the skins are piling up. As for what's next, there's dicing to be done and a saucepan waiting on the stove - mashed potatoes are on the menu!]

/this tag is late :P

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[It's halftime, so Julian's moseyed on into the kitchen again. Rogue is off... somewhere. Maybe she's done with the pie and is now showering and getting ready for dinner. Julian's finishing off his beer as Kitty's halfway through the peeled potatoes. It's a big mess, potato skins everywhere.]

Is this for the mashed potatoes or are you just making a mess, litter box?

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[John's never been in love with any holiday really. Mostly because his family life sucked before he ran away from it and then, well. Then he had nobody to celebrate the holidays with until he came to Xavier's. And by that time he'd grown a little bitter about it. Plus a little known fact about John? He might have been born in America, but he spent most of his childhood in Australia. Thanksgiving isn't celebrated in Australia.

So John is settled on a couch in the rec room, playing with his Zippo and staring into space. He's not over by the bunch of rowdy fucktard boys crowded around the TV to watch football, because John couldn't care less about sports. Or the people watching them, for that matter. Mostly he's just waiting for the pie.]

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[It's pretty late, dinner wrapped, and Ali's just getting in from work. She's a little tipsy and totally wiped from having to roller skate her ass back to the mansion, but there is an enormous plate of food left for her, and one of equal size stocked with desserts. There's a note from Jono stuck to it:



She's smiling, dancing a little bit in the dim light, cracking a beer as she jams one plate into the microwave, digging into some pie prematurely, washing it down with a swig of beer. Maybe if this is what the holidays are about, she doesn't hate them quite as much as she's told everyone.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian's walking into the kitchen, all sleepy-eyed and already in his pajamas. He's decided a nice big piece of pie will help him sleep. And also because Rogue really did make some good fucking pie. His eyebrows raises as he pads in and there's Ali, dancing like the dork she is in fact of the microwave. He walks over to the fridge and opens it, giving her a look as he fishes for the hidden box.]

Happy Thanksgiving.

OH EM GEE DEXTERRRRRRR

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Ditto. [Ali grabs a fork, one for Julian as well, sliding it over to him and starts to dig in.] How was it?

[Ali pauses, her mouth full of food. She slaps her palms together over it, closing her eyes and tilting her head up whispering softly:] Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub! [She starts shoveling food into her face at rates that could put even Jono to shame.] Make and cash off the game?

OMG RIGHT???????

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[At this point, Julian's used to Ali's odd, but admittedly cute behavior when it comes to prayer before food. And her garbage disposal-like hunger. He himself shovel about half the pie into his mouth.] Lost it. Whatever. How was work?

AUGH MICHAEL C HALL! JOHNNY LEE MILLER!

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Weird. [She's talking between bites and swigs of beer.] Show was fine, the band was pretty good. Thought I saw my sister, but I must've been imagining it or something. Totally thought this kid who was packing up the amps was Lois. Freaked me right out for a little bit.

THEY WERE BOTH LIKE... EMMY WORTHY

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian stops mid-chew at the mention of Lois before continuing as if nothing gave him pause. It's not Lois exactly, just the reminder of seeing ghosts.] Yeah it, uh. [He swallows.] Happens.

UNNF DEXTER.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

I know. I saw her everywhere when I was in the hospital, even after they took me off the pain killers. [She stops, sparing a glance for him, an understanding half-smile, then returns to her hoovering session, continuing:] This was different. Vivid, you know? Like I was back in California with her--didn't even phase me to see her until I realized it was someone else. [She's about to elaborate, but waves her hand instead, laughing a little at herself.] I must be totally losing it.