kismet_loop_logs | Thanksgiving (Canada)

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Thanksgiving (Canada)

Who: Hiro, Sam, and YOU!
What: Approximated Thanksgiving!
Where: Samada digs in the Hub.
When: Forty minutes after this yes it’s backdated as all hell
Warnings: None!

Arranging everything had been a matter of making do, and it showed in most everything---the plates, the glasses, the chairs around the table (with two exceptions)---being mismatched, but Sam felt the arrangements were a solid ‘satisfactory’. One side of the sink was piled high with everything she and Hiro had dirtied in making the dinner, but the kitchenette’s counters had been cleared for the food; the table was ready, with the coffee table and couch for any overflow; and everybody who had expressed interest in coming over had directions to the door, though they’d probably catch The Trews halfway down the hall. The apartment itself? Not satisfactory, but more than. She hadn’t done much to the main space after moving in, having liked what she found from the first; the floor, walls, and ceiling were covered with what looked like sheet copper. With darkly-varnished branches latticed across the walls (nails on a few supporting botanical prints, as well as one fancily-framed contract) and a couple rag rugs, the orange wasn’t overwhelming. The tin foil turkeys Hiro had constructed were... conspicuous, but not entirely unwelcome.

Food? Check.
Seating and settings? Check.
Place presentable? Check.

They were as ready as they were going to get, if they were going to get guests.

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Anyone that knew Spine? Would be not at all surprised that he was right on time, knocking on the door he'd been directed to. Not that the music was any hint where he was going, not in the least. When Sam opened up? Well there he'd be with a sheepish sort of smile, and...

Well that was a pitcher of some sort, the top covered in foil.

"Hope I'm at the right place."

Already smiling as she answered the door, Sam beamed when she saw The Spine---and laughed a little at seeing the pitcher in his hands. It figured; she'd told others to bring empty tupperware if they were to bring anything, but hadn't said boo about bringing anything to him, since her mind had been on offloading edibles and she'd assumed he wasn't going to eat anything. Maybe that assumption was wrong, maybe it wasn't, but either way it was nice gesture for their first face-to-face.

"You bet, and the first one for it. C'mon in." The adept stepped back to let The Spine in, indicating the shoe mat with one hand. "I don't mean to be rude, but you kitted out for organic food? Asking so I know what I can offer."

The titanium bot's smile widened at that, letting himself in and pausing only to toe off his shoes once inside. No need to track nonsense into her apartment after all.

"Just water for me. A little tea or club soda if I'm feeling adventurous." Offering the pitcher, which if Sam took it was indeed warm to the touch. "Wasn't sure what you had, so I brought a side."

"Thank you, and thank you." Prompted by the use of the shoe mat, the first thanks was as sincere as the second, which came as Sam accepted the pitcher. With an effort, she kept herself from peeling the foil from it immediately; playing host to a 'proper' dinner party for the first time, she meant to mind her manners. "You didn't have to, but yeah; thanks. Can I grab you something once I've got whatever this is down...?"

She started into the kitchenette, finding a clear patch of counter easily enough (on account of ~~Blenderbot and Micromech~~ Bert and Ernie both being 'at large' in the apartment) and casting a glance back over her shoulder.

"No club soda, but water and tea, we got."

"Just some water'd be fine, thanks." Loosening his tie some, and setting his hat aside, what with it being rude to wear hats in the house and all. Manners.

Following her into the apartment proper so he wasn't hovering in the doorway. "Want any help?"

"Comin' up." With one sideways step, the cupboard with the glasses was within reach; a few moment more, and Sam had a full tumbler to offer over. "I think we're good, except for the fact that my turkey is going to be more or less mangled because this'll be the first time I've carved the bird. If you've got some experience and inclination you'd be welcome to give it a go, but you're under no obligation---and anyway, the people coming to have turkey probably know to expect chunks of meat. For expectations, though... I don't know what to expect, so I have got to see what you brought... now that it's not rude to."

"I can handle bird-carvin' no problem." He'd done it before, under... well less pleasant circumstances, but it was easy enough to remember how to do. Accepting the glass with a murmured thanks, taking a moment to take a drink because while he'd filled up before heading out, the trip had left his boiler a bit lower.

"Thank god---and thank you. I almost feel bad. First you bring---" Mac & cheese? "Mac & cheese when you really didn't have to bring anything, and then you get roped into a carving crash course."

Having uncovered the pitcher as she spoke, Sam gave its contents a second glance, not letting her eyes linger too long. She didn't know what she'd expected to find, but ~~it wasn't mac & cheese~~ she supposed she shouldn't've been surprised... even if no-one could've called that culinary curveball.

"You live close, you booked it over, or both, for this to still be so warm. I'm impressed. Count yourself in for every to-do---and know that that's on account of your gameness, not just your gruyere. Or whatever cheese you went with."

Lea knocks a little awkwardly on the door with a hand that's holding a reusable cloth grocery bag. Inside it is a box-shaped object, though little else can be determined about it at the moment. His other hand is busy holding Jendayi's.

He looks a little nervous; after all, he hasn't been to someone else's house for dinner since he was a kid. But he's at least gotten himself and Jendayi into some freshly clean, if not super fancy clothes for the occasion. It occurs to him that he should see if he can locate a nice dress or something in Jendayi's size, but it's a little late for that now. Hopefully what they've got on is acceptable.

What they've got on is perfectly acceptable; their hosts aren't the sort to stand on formality, as evidenced by Sam answering the door with flour or something still streaking her t-shirt sleeve and shoulder.

"Hey guys! I hope you came hungry. C'mon and join us." She jerked her head towards the apartment's interior as she stepped away from the door to allow their entry. "We need all the help we can get. Hoping to break this bird down before everyone ollies out, which reminds me---either of you do the wishbone thing?"

Jendayi smiled shyly up at Sam. She’d not talked with Sam too much, but what interactions they’ve had have been friendly. Give her a moment to work up the courage to move away from Lea and she’ll release his hand to give Sam a hug.

“Hello.”

Lea grins and enters along with Jendayi. "Hi, Sam," he says. "Didn't bring any extra food, but I did bring a game to play afterwards, assuming we're not all too stuffed to move." He holds up the bag, indicating the box within.

"Aw," Pleased, Sam extracted herself from the hug after a moment, but only in order to crouch and return it a bit better. "Nice to see you, too."

She released Jendayi and straightened, both hands rising, palm out, in a sort of silent 'stop there.' "Lea, if you'd brought extra food, I'd thank you politely and honestly appreciate it, but still swear some on the inside because we're trying to pare down what we've got to put away. Whatever you like, you let me know, you'll take at least half of it home---and awesome! Can I ask what game, or would you rather make it an after-supper surprise?"

Lea took the game out of the bag. In big letters on the box it said 'Pictionary'. "Found it in the warehouse last time I went to get groceries," he said. "I skimmed the instructions and we should all be able to play."

Jendayi had no idea what the game was, but was looking forward to trying it, and the food, and...and meeting other people. She was nervous, to be honest. She’d never been around so many people before. She was a healthy mix of nervous and excited.

She easily released Sam, shifting back to Lea’s side and putting an arm around him, her hand closing on the back on his coat.

The game went over well---that much was clear from Sam's face even before her exclamation of "Oh, awesome!" was out. "That's a good one. With some luck we'll have everyone into it enough to be yelling guesses given two, three turns. Here, if you want I can set it out of the way for now and grab you guys something to drink. Would you like something? Water, tea, juice? Got milk, too."

Devi had promised to come with her appetite but she came with a box of sweet bread as well, smirking at the music that greeted her in the hall. How this party would manage to include the big guys was yet to be seen but she was excited to find out.

Adjusting her jacket, Devi went to go rap on the door and paused, mulling the brief moment of hesitation over before knocking anyway.

When the door was answered, she smiled crookedly and held up her box. "I come bearing breaded goods."

Sam had the door half-opened when she saw the box, as her "Oh, hello--oh," evidenced. Swallowing a small laugh, she shook her head and stepped back out of the doorway. "Thank you! You didn't have to, but thank you. And know that I'll get you back for this by sneaking an extra portion of something---maybe the mac and cheese---into your take-away. Cause I'm not letting you leave empty-handed, though maybe I'm getting ahead of myself in saying so. C'mon and join us. Anything to drink for you? Water, tea, orange juice?"

Grinning, Devi stepped in to the apartment with a brief glance around, landing an amused green gaze back to Sam.

"I was taught to never show up empty handed and I've got no objections to not going away empty handed. Tea will be fine, thank you. Nice little place you got here."

"Thanks. Most of the credit goes to whoever was here before we were, but I think Hiro and I have done well in making it more ours." The best they'd brought into the apartment was and would always be up for argument, but Sam was partial to their pet appliances (free on the floor to clear counter space, the blender scuttled about on six spidery legs while the microwave moved on treads) as well as the contract framed and up over the couch. "Got two options; green tea or chai."

The appliances were eyed warily and while Devi set the sweetbreads down, she didn't look terribly keen on getting overly close. That was going to take some getting used to.

"Green's fine. And he's the guy that's forty years ahead of me right? Twenty ahead of you?" Look, people from her coast were rare. "And naw, you guys seem to have done fine. It's got personality and that's always important in living spaces."

Though she busied herself in getting the kettle on and a cup ready as soon as she had Devi's answer, Sam noticed the look the little robots got. "Bert and Ernie. Bert's got the legs. Hiro made them what they are today---and yeah, that's him. From the future of an alternate Earth, though it's not the future the future; no flying cars. There's a pretty good consensus that that's the qualifier, yeah?" Sam grinned.

"Thank you."

“Man, the Jetsons still haven’t come around? The human race needs to get on their tech. Us 90’s kids have expectations, goddamnit.” The appliances were eyes again with the additions of the names. “Glad to see the Muppets are still surviving though. The only other kind of moving appliance I’ve seen like that are Skutters. Now they have personality.”

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Thanksgiving (Canada)

[arrivals]

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Lea and Jendayi

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Omg I'm terribly late /gets all White Rabbit

it's ok!

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