[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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[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.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh... [She grins as she pokes him playfully in the chest with one flour covered finger.] And how are your cooking skills again, sugah?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[How dare she ruin his shirt! Julian lifts a hand to brush the white powder off of himself, his grin sly.] I can make cereal, sweetheart. But I'm not the woman in this relationship.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue pauses for a moment with a mock thoughtful look on her face.] What was that bit you just said about being dangerous again?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian boldly reaches over her to steal a marshmallow from an open bag. Marshmallows that are for the sweet potatoes, of course. He's still smiling.] Beats me. [He rests a hand over his stomach, speaking quite sexily past the marshmallow.] How about you get me a beer and make me a sandwich?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Julian. [She gives him one of those looks that are normally reserved for studying sessions. As in the look that says 'I know you're not stupid so please stop acting like it.' Cuteness is only going to take him so far. And speaking all sexy like around a marshmallow just really... isn't possible.] You do know that I know at least half a dozen ways to kill you, right?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He swallows the marshmallow, so he can go back to doing possible sexy things. Plus, he is looking quite unintimidated and bemused by that familiar look of hers. It's so cute when she gets all impatient and can't take a joke.] Damn sweetheart, you're so sexy when you threaten me.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Look she has important things to do, okay? Like baking this pie. Pies are important and do not wait for jokes. Just ask the giant Brit giving orders over there. She rolls her eyes with smile as she turns back to her work.] Anyone ever tell you that you're a strange person, sugah?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Jono and his orders can go suffocate himself in the mashed potatoes, for all Julian cares. (Although the pie is important; she should definitely keep making the pie.) S'why he leans over towards her, pulls his sleeve down enough to playfully and affectionately nudge her chin.] You tell me every day, sugar. But I think it might be your way of saying you like me.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Yup. That's exactly what it is. [It's a struggle to keep a straight face as she replies.] How'd you figure it out?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

You're kind of obvious about how you feel about me, beautiful.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. And how would that be exactly?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian's leaning over towards her, elbow propped on the counter now. His grin is wide, suggestive, self-assured, etc. What all Julian Keller's grins are made of.]

It's no secret you adore me.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

'Adore' might be a strong word... [There's going to be no feeding of Julian Keller's ego today. Nope. None at all. She's going to stand firm on that. And mix up these ingredients.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[And Julian's going to stick a finger in the mixture to stick in his mouth and taste it. It's never a day to feed Julian Keller's ego with Rogue. But he knows. Oh, he knows.] Well that's awkward, beautiful, because I adore you.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Smacking him with a bare hand isn't an option so she settles to using the spoon to smack the guilty hand. Oh and there may be a teeny bit of blushing going around.] Isn't there some silly game on that you're supposed to be watching, sugah?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Owie. :( Julian pulls his hand away, but too late. He winces, but his smile flashing into a pleased grin at her blush. He swings around again to slide an arm around her waist, ducking his head to hover his lips over her shoulder.] I have no clue what you're talking about. I'm exactly where I wanna be.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She can't help but smile at that and to pause in her work for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his arms around her. Her eyes close for a moment as she murmurs a reply.] They might end up putting you to work if you keep distracting me like this.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[His lips find her shoulder, and he kisses it above her shirt, squeezing her back against him with a audible, content sigh. His voice is soft, muffled before he pulls back to finish his response near her ear.] I'll just say you were distracting me, sweetheart. It's not a lie...

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Distracting you from what? Football and beer? [She grins as she opens her eyes again, adding and mixing ingredients again.] I'm sure they'll take that charge very seriously.