[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!

Comments

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Maybe. [She nods. He's probably right, her last encounter is still pretty fresh but... Lois isn't even a ghost, really, she has no right to be haunting Ali, and something felt off about the whole thing, that one moment somehow managing to reverse realities, to make Lois so sharp and intensely tangible and the rest of Ali's life--the mansion, the band, the X-men, even Julian--seem like some hazy dream, a strange and sleepy hallucination to forget in the morning. Even standing in the kitchen, talking to her best friend, she can't entirely shake that feeling.

She thinks about telling him this, about asking him if it was the same with his brother. She sucks mashed potatoes off her fork instead, knowing better than to pick at old wounds with salt on her fingers.]

You're...yeah. I shouldn't think about it so much, huh?

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He swallows the lump of pie, still looking at her quite intently with a sidelong gaze. He knows this is troubling her, of course it is. And he can't help but feel it nag at him too, all the more intensified in her presence. He burps a little, throws an arm around her shoulders to squeeze her under his arm for a light, one-armed hug.]

Not so much that it drives you crazy, sweetheart.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[She closes her eyes, slumping against him a little during the hug. She lets her head rest on his chest for just a moment. It's nice, comforting, the reassuring but faint bass of his heartbeat.] Too late... [She pulls away and grabs a cookie, takes a bite that sends crumbs scattering down the front of her shirt.] I still don't get the big deal, aside from the food, I don't see much to be friggin' thankful for.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

You got me. [Julian says this with a flashing, cocky grin, a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.] What else would you need, gorgeous?

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali flashes her own cheeky grin, it's trademarked, FYI.] A car would be nice. Or a new guitar. you know, if you're asking...

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

That was your plan, wasn't it? Have a rich friend to buy you a fucking car for Christmas. [He reaches for her beer, taking a swig.]

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Absolutely not. [She shakes her head, letting her fingers linger at his wrist before slipping down his hand to take the bottle back from him. She can only hold her stoic expression for so long, though, a smile cracking around the lip of the bottle as she lifts it for a sip.] I want a sexy guitar for Christmas, and you can just let me borrow your car. You know, whichever one you're not using.