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- caitlyn kiramman; strength,
- castiel; the hanged man,
- cirilla of cintra; the devil,
- elidibus; the high priestess,
- elrond; temperance,
- hilda goneril; the lovers,
- jayce talis; the magician,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- jo harvelle; strength,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- sam wilson; justice,
- steve rogers; the hierophant,
- tony stark; the magician,
- wanda maximoff; the hanged man
[ OPEN ] turkey-time and all that follows.
What: it's the time of year and with all these new faces as well as with everything going on, sam thinks it's time for another all summoned not!thanksgiving
Where: sam's horizon
When: end of November/beginning of December
Warnings: will update as necessary.
THE SETUP
As per Sam's invitation, come dinner time, his horizon is going to be full fall aesthetic. The trees will have changed, there will be a slight chill in the air (no matter how it's usually hotter than this in Louisiana in November), and everything will be decorated in prime Fall Decorations - so many pumpkins, so many candles, so much Hallmark Card Thanksgiving, minus any weird pilgrim/puritan bs. Inside the house will be a kind of organized chaos - tables and ingredients and food everywhere. Because while Sam could magic the whole meal together, he's much more about putting in the work, so this not!thanksgiving is old school. If you show up early, you will be assigned a job, and Sam can tell if you cheat and just Horizon something together.
Outside in the front lawn area is a large, long dining room table. Come dinner, it will be a picture-perfect image of a Thanksgiving Meal. Everything you could want and then more will be set out, and there will be a setting for everyone, no matter how many people show up. There's no seating arrangement, so find a place and take a seat, chat it up with whoever is to your right, left, or sitting across from you. The only magic that Sam is going to allow at this point is the fact that the table will always be the perfect size - whether that is smaller or larger. There is plenty of booze, plenty of food, and more than enough desserts, and Sam is really just looking for a casual, nice time of it.
Afterwards, there will be plenty of opportunities for more people to help - just imagine the dishes, y'all. But even then Sam will be playing host, making sure everyone has what they need, even if what they need is an Adirondack chair by a fire pit and a blanket to pass the hell out. Either way, his entire Horizon is open, save for the one room upstairs that is always locked. OOC INFO
- this is a totally open post! I've got a TL below for various scenarios you can find Sam, but otherwise have fun, meet some people, put up a TL of your own!
- Sam's only Rule is there will be no fighting. You want to duke it out? Take it somewhere else. There will not be warnings or second chances. Don't be an ass. This is his home, respect it, or he'll have your ass thrown out. He's not afraid of squaring up, but you will not be invited back if you chaos too many issues. :)
- this is open to any and all Summoned, no matter loyalties or factions. Sam is going to be going overboard to be welcoming, especially to new faces. Even if your character didn't see the big invitation, feel free to have them invited by word of mouth.
- any questions? message me at disarmingly
sam!
After
After a moment it's decided it might be rude to point out that the man can simply decide to stop eating. After all it seems one of the highlights of this particular festivity. ]
Do you believe this is not real?
[ A slice of apple pie with a crumble topping rests on a plate in the former Ascian's hands. It has been half finished in the fifteen minutes that it's been in his possession. Perhaps he's savoring it. Elidibus decides his question may need further elaboration. ]
While we might lack our corporeal forms while visiting Horizon, that does not suggest we or it are any less real. One may even support the existence of the other.
[ He takes a small bite of the pie while waiting politely for Sam to respond. ]
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Mid-Afternoon, as discussed
He is stepping into this situation with slightly more trepidation though because Jesper knows that Sam is perceptive and it hasn't really been a secret that he's been different lately. On edge. Jesper leaves early and comes back late, always with his trinkets to sell, but he seems tired for someone who usually radiates high energy. He hasn't been himself, not even with the newbies coming in, whereas he used to be one of the welcoming committee.
Maybe he's hoping to dodge the questions or maybe he's coming here to face the music, so to speak. In a way that won't make him fidget and that he can escape if need be. Jesper does bring a giant plate full of vanilla waffles as promised, he can keep it mentally refilling as they go too, with all kinds of sauces that he loves from home.
It's almost automatic now for him to not even need direction, putting out plates and glasses. ]
Is there nothing your world won't celebrate with gigantic feasts?
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and wanda!
wanda makes her way through the threshold of sam's house, through the familiar doorways and corridors, envisioning what the place looked like when she was here last. it's still cozy, if warmer than the outside, though there is a distinct feeling of shame that she's not quite able to rid herself of. which is why when she steps into the kitchen, wanda's got her hands poised in front of herself, holding onto them like a child walking in to the headteacher's office.]
Hey.
[sam wouldn't have been behind the number of people who had asked her about whether she was going to stay for dinner. would he?
she glances over at the counter, and sounds a little hopeful as she asks:]
—that's a recipe book, right?
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mid-afternoon
That might be a red flag by itself, but it morphs into a full-on klaxon alarm when combined with the furrow in his brow and the slight erratic pattern to his stride as he makes his way up to the house. He stops here and there as his eyes scan the faces of the handful of people currently helping move furniture and festive pumpkins to the house and porch – some familiar, some not, and none belonging to the specific person he's looking for.
Sam emerges from the house with a box in tow and Tony swallows. He jogs over. As he nears, Sam might notice the obvious differences between this Tony and the one in the waking world – no scars, no bad eye, a little more blond, and a little more salt than pepper in his beard.
But that doesn't seem too important compared the words that next come out of his mouth. ]
Hey. [ He takes one more visual sweep of the yard, motions. ] You seen Peter around?
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yes..... tony..... on time.......
MID-AFTERNOON
She's spoken to Sam ahead of time, of course, and knew the deal for today. Still, she shows up far earlier than the planned dinner itself, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and an oversized sweater, and bearing a large foil-covered casserole dish. Spotting him setting up a long table on the front yard, she heads in his direction with a crooked smile on her lips, calling out to him teasingly in greeting. ]
Are you sure you're going to have enough chairs for everyone? You did invite everybody, after all.
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mid-afternoon
There's a polite tap of knuckles at the door to Sam's dreamscape house. Rinwell missed the initial broadcast, her connection to the magical fabric of the world still stunted by the after effects of the summoning pool's magic. But given who she lives with again, it doesn't take long for word to be passed along.
It may not look anything like the homes styled on Dahna, but like Sam, it is warm and open, a reflection of its owner. There's a chirp at her shoulder, a soft rush of downy feathers against her jaw, before Rinwell gives Hootle a smile and adjusts the large container of icecream in her arms. ]
Hello? [sure, the door's open, but that doesn't mean she'll go in uninvited.] Anyone here?
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ᴍɪᴅᴅᴀʏ
It's hard, late fall, and it's South. All warmth, and a riot of color, with that curl of chill at the edge snap of the air; nothing like the Midwest would have been by this time. But it's also not her domain and there's no telling whether it's set to mimic the natural season or a specific memory of one fall. In the end, that probably doesn't even matter.
Jo heads for the house,
"Hello, hello. Anyone home?"
"I've got a delivery for one, Sam Wilson."
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probably like the latest after
The emptiness of the place she was trapped. The droning of the blob, the way it shook the earth when it got loud. The clouds that hung static in the sky, the endless abyss in the gaps of the ground. The colors and deafening noise that got stuck in her head when she barely brushed her fingers against the blob's tendril.
Overwhelming fear, terror that she would be trapped alone forever. Her continued awareness that something very different is going on with her than with the others. What that could mean.
After the party she threw, she's been attached at the hip to either Geralt or Nadine, practically 24/7. When she can't be with one or the other, she stays in the real world, in well-populated places. Her visits to the Horizon have become a tortured thing, shorter and less frequent. But for Sam, she shows up. Plasters on a smile so sincere that it's almost harder to believe it's a mask. Runs the bar, albeit with a more sedate selection of drinks than normal. When Geralt arrives, she sticks close to him, and when he leaves, his wolf stays with her.
Now, she sits in a chair in front of the fire with a mug of hot rum punch, the wolf at her feet. She's stolen a blanket from inside to wrap up in -- the inside blankets are fluffier than the outside blankets. More cozy. Most people have left, but if Julie leaves, it means she has to make sure she won't be alone out there first. It's safer to wait a bit. ]
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steve rogers | open to all
dinner
afterward
preparation; mid-afternoon
That didn't mean she couldn't help in other ways though. Hilda may have been lazy but if someone she knew needed help setting up for an event, she'd be there. Better to break some imaginary plates than bake some awful imaginary buns, right?
After being greeted by a hulking blonde man who reminds her vaguely of Raphael, she had immediately been recruited to help set up decorations outside. The box given to her is absurdly large and her brows are knitted as she tries to figure out the best way to get it outside. She could drag it but she doesn't want to jostle whatever is inside which left carrying it. Could she carry it herself? Yes, absolutely. Does she want to? Not really.
Everyone else around her seems busy with something else, and she doesn't want to bother Sam of all people. And that's when her gaze settles on the man from before. Maybe he had Raphael's temperament along with the muscles to match. She waltzes up to him with a cheery wave and a dainty clearing of her throat. ]
What is Sam putting in these boxes? They're so heavy!
this is so late i'm so sorry
omg don't apologize!
i swear i'm not usually this much of a disaster, blame the holidays
shhh it's okay!! don't you worry about it
<3
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afterward
[ There's fond amusement in Natasha's tone as she saunters over to where he sits beside the firepit. Holding out one of the two beer bottles she'd brought down with her, she lets him take it before she settles in comfortably next to him, stretching her legs out as she relaxes into the large adirondak. ]
It's a holiday. Sort of. Aren't you supposed to be relaxing? You did know how to do that once upon a time.
[ She'd insisted on it, in fact. Hypocritical as that might be. ]
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( dinner )
Is it that obvious?
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so sorry for my slowness i am the worst
no worries <33
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after!
trying to get away from a rather ongoing conversation about ... something she isn't too familiar with (it's getting pretty heated), wanda spots steve in the corner of her eye just heading outside. is he leaving? —she slinks away from the conversation without much of a word and follows after the man, stepping out and onto the porch, just in time to see him walking down the trail toward the docks, hands in his pockets, looking like he fits right in this postcard picture of golden americana nostalgia.]
Steve.
[—she calls out, following after him, her feet a little rushed as she blazes towards him, pulling at her sleeves down to her wrists to guard herself from the autumnal chill.]
Are you leaving?
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we could wrap here! :>
afterward
Hey.
[She joins Steve by the fire, dressed for the occasion in a brown turtleneck sweater and jeans. A far cry from her usual bustled skirts and waistcoats. These get togethers always feel both comforting and a little odd at the same time. It's just strange, to bounce between two worlds like this. The 'normal' of before and the reality of now.]
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castiel | open to all
( eating )
but he hadn't realized his slowness had been noticed. ]
Yes, though you're welcome to a few.
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eating
She nods in agreement, several times as she shoves nearly a whole muffin into her mouth, humming slightly muffled by the food.
Pausing mid-chew when he seems to be eyeing her bounty. Now, she's torn between the natural inclination to share and the fact that she is, in fact, going to be finishing all of this. Why else would she have picked it up? Wasting food is really the rudest thing you can do. ]
Ymff.
[ She could have stopped and swallowed before speaking but why do that. ]
Dmm nuu nnh suf?
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drinking.
Alcohol in the Horizon can be as strong as one wishes to imagine it. Perhaps one can even imagine oneself drunk outright, though that probably ruins the fun. Whatever the case, Castiel assures her it's very difficult for his kind to become truly inebriated in the first place, so instead of pointing this out to him, she just amuses herself with watching the process.
It's a worthwhile venture. He's funny. Probably doesn't mean to be, but he is all the same.
They're in line for food now, and she has no clue what most of what he's saying even means or why he's talking about cardiac arrest, but the corn she will take. Directly with her fingers. ]
Yes, please.
I don't know what half this stuff is.
What's that red jelly-looking thing?
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matt murdock — ota.
02 WILDCARD
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wanda smiles despite herself, arms crossed, but it's not long before he gets strong armed into helping put things in place. once that is done, and once people start trickling in, wanda thinks she wants to take this opportunity to spend some time with matt before it gets too busy.]
You've never been to Sam's before, right?
[she takes his hand in hers—tugs at him.]
Let me show you around.
[not that...he..can see...but...]
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He watches them over the course of set up and it's nice to see her apparently happy with someone, but of course there's an instinct at the same time to feel very protective. Jesper approaches Matt before the dinner starts since he's by himself and drinking a beer, bringing his own.)
So you and Wanda?
(Jesper has a distinct voice and he lives in the inn so he assumes Matt will probably know who is talking to him, and yeah it might be a bit blunt to jump right to that, but he and Wanda have gone through a lot together. And she's gone through so much on her own.)
How long's that been going on?
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To anyone else, her pose is deceptively casual but Wanda's words had intrigued her and that curiosity was enough to have her hanging back. Not out of hesitation, but he might become aware of an intense sort of scrutiny focused directly on him.
To be fair, Wanda had challenged her to sneak up on him, but there'd been something in the way she'd phrased it that had Natasha eyeing him thoughtfully instead. That being said, she does wonder if he'd even notice. And if he does, how long it will take him. Her own senses tend to warn her of such things fairly quickly, but those had been honed with good reason. ]
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wanda · open to all
B. IN-BETWEEN
C. AFTERWARD
B. IN-BETWEEN
[ Natasha smiles as she glances up and finds Wanda there. She's been here for a while now, having shown up early to help prepare as well, so this isn't the first time she's seen Wanda but they'd all been preoccupied with getting the meal together. Now, though, it's just waiting for the dinner to start so it gave her a few moments to seek the other woman out.
Crossing over to her, she casts her a crooked grin as she gives her arm a squeeze. ] I figured if I staked out the quiet corners I'd catch you in one of them sooner or later. Unless you'd already escaped, and then I was avoiding Sam because he definitely would have sent me after you.
[ But all teasing aside... she searches Wanda's face, her own expression warm. ] How's today been? You look like you've been having fun.
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Preparation
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okay late tag/let's wrap here on FEELSville
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In-Between - With Caitlyn
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Prep
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