[ OPEN ] turkey-time and all that follows.

[falcony]

Who: open to all. (see note(s) below!)
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

Comments

castiel | open to all

[unwings]

drinking;

[ the angel life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, one of the major downsides being, joy that is eating human food goes completely without the ability to taste for him. When Cas takes a bite of a PB&J sandwich, a decadent cheesecake, or a savory steak, all he tastes is molecules - every minute detail, but not the sum of its parts. It’s disgusting.

Determined to enjoy this bacon-wrapped concept Sam and Dean are so thrilled for, Cas is on a mission to dull his senses. Another downside of angel life is a stupidly high alcohol tolerance, and it usually takes the entire liquor store to get him well and truly wasted. Booze in the Horizon gets a little more inventive, and after a few bottles of the hard stuff, Cas is pretty well trashed.

When it’s time to load up plates, Cas is disheveled and wobbly as he joins the queue, eyes half-lidded, balance on the shifty side, but nonetheless, he slides into line. ]

Pardon me, citizen. [ This may be someone he knows, or a stranger, either way, you’re ‘citizen’ now. ] Though this holiday is an offense to historical accuracy, and a leading cause of year-end heart failure, it is my sworn duty to experience it in full human authenticity.

[ ‘sworn duty’ is perhaps a little dramatic, more like Sam wanted him to know what good food tastes like, and he decided that he should. Cas picks up some metal tongs, angling them at his partner in line before clicking them twice, raptly, expression stony and unmoving. ]

Sans cardiac arrest. I’m not sure that’s physiologically possible. [ His tongs pluck up a side dish, offering, ] Corn?

eating;

[ once everyone’s gathered at the table, and sam gives his toast, cas takes to a mountain of bacon-wrapped everything piled on his plate like he’s having a religious experience. A nibble at first, to taste, and his eyes go wide, and for the next ten or so minutes, castiel is dedicated, body and soul, to enjoying this food.

Eventually, still completely hammered, he comes up for air, and with a gravitas to his gravelly voice, makes a proclamation as if imparting god’s word to the people. ]

The jalapeño popper may be man’s most inspired creation.

[ with his plate polished off, he looks to his neighbor’s. ]

Are you going to finish that?

wild card;

[ hit me with a prompt! cas will be wobbling around the house and out onto the docks (hopefully not falling into the lake, but who knows). feel free to hit me up at wuzzafuzzle if you want to plot! ]

( eating )

[politicians]

[ elrond has kept away from the meats, sticking to the vegetarian options. he's been eating slowly as the food is new and unusual to him and he had never seen such combinations before.

but he hadn't realized his slowness had been noticed. ]

Yes, though you're welcome to a few.

[unwings]

[ it is not Castiel’s finest moment, for sure, but thankfully Elrond rolls with it. His eyes light with the invitation and Cas wastes no time gently plucking a couple things he hadn’t yet tried from Elrond’s plate. ]


Your generosity is much appreciated. [ taking a bite from one of the morsels, the angel takes a moment to savor the taste, before returning to reality. Chew, swallow, and the conversation carries on. ]

How are you liking the eating day delicacies?

[politicians]

[ elrond hums. ]

I am enjoying it. It is an . . . experience, certainly. I've never had food quite like this before.

[unwings]

Oh? [ Cas pauses the inhalation of all things edible near his plate, intrigued. ]

What's the food like in your world?

[politicians]

[ elrond hums softly, a musical sound. ]

Fruits, vegetables. Fine wines and breads. We rarely eat meats and some of the preparations for this meal escape me.

eating

[aquaveiled]

[ For better, or for worse, Himeka has imbibed a bit herself. But moreso, what he offers isn't so much a proclamation but the unabashed truth. Pepper is delicious--deep friend and battered pepper? Wonderful! Imaginative, innovative, never been done before. Remarkable creations that should be heralded and thoroughly enjoyed.

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?

[unwings]

[ it's a wonder cas actually understands this person, but like speaks to like and the horizon has that special hint of magic that transcends a face full of delicious food. her commitment to scarfing the whole plate down is impressive, and cas sees in her a kindred spirit. bless you, food loving stranger. ]

Only so much as you're willing to part with.

[ he holds his hands up, pacifying, and castiel's shoulders give a short jerk, a drunken hiccup stifled before he goes on. ]

I wouldn't rob someone of the complete Thanksgiving experience.

drinking.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri has been indulging in the liquor herself, though not to the extent that Castiel has been -- visibly, steadily and persistently polishing off bottle after bottle of booze. She's fascinated. Yes, after some time, when finding him still at it, Ciri did join him largely to watch and drink alongside him, perhaps making various conversation of the smalltalk variety or some casual dunking on Dean.

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?

[unwings]

[ if last year is anything to go by, ciri’s an excellent companion for inebriated activities, and Cas is glad to be tagging along with her at this eating festival. Experiencing the newness and strange traditions alongside someone equally lost has been a fun adventure, and beyond that, he’s just pleased to spend some quality time with a friend he’s missed for long than he knows.

Frowning at the red jelly substance, Cas spoons a helping of it onto his plate. In glamorous and well mannered fashion, the angel sticks a finger into the goo to taste test. ]

It’s some kind of… cranberry flavored gelatin.

[ the plate is held out to her ]

Want to try?