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Tweak says, "Icky Thump!!"

× the mods (immunemod) wrote in immune_ic,
@ 2011-11-24 15:57:00

Entry tags:

! group scene, # 2011 [11] november, brandon, ellie, kori, leah

OPEN THANKSGIVING THREAD
WHO: OPEN TO ALL
WHAT: Thanksgiving, 2018
WHERE: Everywhere.
WHEN: Thanksgiving, 2018! ;)
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Open to all!

HOW THIS WORKS: This post is completely open. Do you want your character to celebrate Thanksgiving; or did you maybe want them to organize a small Thanksgiving celebration at their current safehouse? Did you just want them to reminisce about Thanksgivings past with a family member or friend? That's what this post is for!

If your post is for specific characters only, mark it in the subject. For example, if Lucy and I were to post with Allie and Ollie, we would put Allie and Ollie in the subject. But if we wanted to leave it open for others? We would say Allie, Ollie and OPEN.

Go crazy! And Happy Thanksgiving, folks! ♥

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Moe and OPEN

simonecordova
2011-11-25 04:24 am UTC (link)

Even before the world went to shit Simone hated Thanksgiving. It was just a holiday that had all of the right intentions on the outside but when you broke out your magnifying glass you could see all of the cracks and imperfections. You shove all of your family together and expect them to put aside all of their differences, be thankful for each other, and share a wonderful meal. What that translated into for Moe was catty aunts and cousins, drunken uncles, and fighting. But looking back on it, she would take it all back in a second: the burnt sweet potatoes, the dry turkey, and the even the annual trip to the emergency room when the family football game gets out of hand. Anything would be better than her sitting alone in the fire house trying to pry a can of jellied cranberry open with her knife.

She can't quite manage to get it all the way open, the knife going no further than the inner lip of the can. Now she knows that it isn’t the blade, she just sharpened it after all. The only conclusion that she could come to was that she was completely useless and it’s was her that was the problem. From the small incision that she was able to make, the contents of the can started to leak all over her hands. It was sticky and gross and made her fingers fuse together as she gripped the handle of her knife. She doesn't even like cranberry that much. It’s was always her brother’s favorite, but it was the only thing that she could find that irrevocably reminded her of Thanksgiving with her family. The knife began to sink father into the aluminum and joy flooded over Moe, a feeling of accomplishment that instantly lifted her spirits. She could almost taste it now, almost had it, just one more push and-

“Son of a bitch!” the tip of the knife slid into the open palm of her hand. It only slid in about an inch or two, but the puncture was long and it hurt. It really hurt. Blood began to pool in her hand, the dark red liquid from the can staining her skin along with the blood. Hastily, she wrapped her hand with the cleanest cloth that she could find and tied the knot tight. Stupid can. Stupid knife! Throwing the can across the room it hit that will with a loud bang. Moe's hand started to throb, she was going to need a stitch or two.

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Ellie, Open

stampitout
2011-11-25 05:16 am UTC (link)

Ellie didn't care about Thanksgiving.

Her family had never thought much of the holiday, except when father was feeling particularly American.

Often Mr and Mrs Stamp hadn't even come home in November, for what little time Eloise had out of school; she'd spent all of that time running wild instead, though of course when the time came she always wandered back into the lab, predictable and quiet.

Truthfully, she didn't understand what there was to be especially thankful for on any given day. Most of her life Eloise had managed to be grateful for the things that were decent -- even the things that weren't. It wasn't her place to pick and choose, though sometimes a girl couldn't help it.

This Thanksgiving she sat at a table by herself, staring out of a high window. Everything looked ruined, destroyed -- dead. No better or worse. She lit a cigarette and put her headphones in.

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O'Brien, Laney (if she wants to bring by the antibiotics!)

detectiveobrien
2011-11-25 09:43 am UTC (link)

Oddly enough, holidays were kind of a big deal for O'Brien. If only because they were big for the entire O'Brien family. Or had been. Though Brannon and his siblings had been raised in both Missouri and New Jersey, once they were out of the house and on their own, it didn't take Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien long to move back to Kansas City. That left the O'Brien siblings with the task of traveling back and forth between wherever they lived on their own, to Kansas City, Missouri.

That was where he would have been, right now, had it not been for the outbreak. With his family. Eating mashed potatoes, among other delicious things.

Sure, he was the bachelor uncle that often had to sleep on the couch, but he actually kind of missed that. He missed his family-- and to be honest, didn't really know where all of them were, or if they were even still alive. By the time he'd made it back to Kansas City to find them, they were obviously gone. Cleared out, like everyone else in the world, it seemed.

Being dead sounded a lot better than being alive, these days, but he would be honest. He was grateful that he had stumbled into the library and survived all that had happened to him. He had met some very nice and generous people. He didn't have anyone left, that he was aware of, really-- so the congenial people that he had run into this past week, yeah, he was thankful for them.

He was still thankful for his gun too.

But he still wished that he had some mashed potatoes. Alas.

O'Brien was no longer in Quarantine, but he decided, now that he was safely back to the Library, that he would go back to the infirmary. At least he had a more comfortable place to sleep, there.

Looking past the origami swan, made out of a useless $20 dollar bill he'd found, in his hands, O'Brien focused on the woman who had been crying all evening. Something about her kid. Fortunately, she had finally fallen asleep. He was glad for it. Some other guy was coughing up what sounded like a lung, several beds over and O'Brien mad a bit of a face. Not appetizing at all.

Suddenly he was no longer in the mood for some delicious home cooked mashed potatoes.

Moving, O'Brien reached for the Pringles can to drop the newest origami swan into it. Putting the lid back on, he set it back over withe his things, slid further down into the bed, turning onto his side to lay his head against the pillow.

This wasn't the worst Thanksgiving ever, but he wished that it was better. Pulling his blanket up over his shoulders, he closed his eyes to eventually-- and hopefully drift off to sleep.

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Bennett & Lucretia

bwgrantham
2011-11-26 07:27 am UTC (link)

No, Bennett wasn't American, and Thanksgiving wasn't that big of a deal to him... but he'd been in America long enough to be used to it and used to the idea. And it was a holiday that brought family and loved ones together, was it not?

And the one person he had left, in the whole wide world, was Lucretia. She meant just about everything to him-- but she knew that.

It wasn't much, but he'd traded a few books, and managed to get his hands on canned green beans and a can of cranberries. Once he'd spotted his partner, Bennett made his way over behind her, reaching around to set the two cans down in front of her. "I realize you're not American," he began teasingly, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head before continuing around to join her, sitting down. "But I'll be damned if I let you spend a holiday-- any holiday, American, British, whatever, alone."

So he'd managed to get them a nice little dinner of green beans and cranberries apparently. Hey. It was all he could find; these days, you couldn't exactly be picky.

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Re: Bennett & Lucretia

inquinate
2011-11-27 01:24 am UTC (link)

It wasn't that big of a deal to Lucretia either. Well she'd gotten sort of used to it, and even had a Thanksgiving or two at her own house during her years in America. But she liked Thanksgiving enough. Even if there were no presents. And holidays were kind of important now that there weren't that many people.

He was the only person that she had as well. And he meant everything to her in the same way.

Though she was looking forward to their time on the roof, she was surprised when he came over with greenbeans and cranberries. She gazed up at him, an grinned slightly. "I thought we were going to the roof. Not alone. Well you know. Maybe. Look at that. Cranberries. I don't think I remember what they taste like." Or greenbeans for that matter.

"Going to join me?"