abraxaslogs | [ OPEN ] turkey-time and all that follows.

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

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[ She might have picked up on that moment... had his following statement not caught her so off-guard.

Of course she's heard about this by now. What had happened to the original Summoned, all called to Thorne. Had even spoken to Geralt about it. She just hadn't realized Sam had been one of them.

Her gaze jolts to his face as she still and studies him intently. ]

...You were among the first ones summoned?

[ it's been so long that it almost doesn't feel real. those first few months in the castle, the way none of them had any idea what they'd been getting into. for sam, he realizes he's going on...what, two years now? (what has he even done in that time?)

he feels her eyes on him when he answers, can tell there's a kind of still focus in her question, but sam just keeps working. keeps his hands moving. he glances back to her if only so she can see his eyes, just for a brief moment, before he nods. ]

First group, yeah, by Ambrose himself.

Well, shit.

[ She cocks her head to the side, studying him, even as her mind readjusts what she knows and slots him firmly at the start of it. She may have a lot of question to pick his brain about later. But she pushes them aside for now. This isn't the time or place for those conversations, no matter how much she might want to poke and prod at some of the giant holes in her knowledge of what's going on here.

So instead, she lets her lips quirk into a teasing smirk as she keeps the topic as light as she can. ]

Probably a good thing, I doubt Thorne was at all prepared to handle you. Especially since you tend to blow up buildings before you topple them.

[ he can't help but snort at her reaction - because yeah, alright, well, shit kind of covers it. and once again he's reminded of how good it is that she's here - that she gets it, yeah, but also that she can remind him of things he may have lost track off. how wild all this is, how much of what is so normal now for sam really, probably, shouldn't be.

god, he missed her. god, he needs to stop thinking about that every time they talk. ]

Hell, I don't know. They treated half of us like guests of honor over there, and when I tell you I miss those baths.... [ and then he's turning to her, one brow up, pointing with whatever utensil he has in his hands. ] And if any building needed to be blown up, I'd pick that castle. But hey, you're there, so maybe there's still a chance. I was not game of Thrones enough for that place.

The baths are pretty nice, even if always having to share them isn't ideal. Although if I have to share, at least I've been blessed with real nice eye candy.

[ Her lips twitch at the retort, fingertips tapping softly atop the counter. She grins at him, having missed this banter just as much. It had been a long five years without their friends, but the absence of Sam and Wanda were the ones she'd felt the most.

It wasn't something she was going to take for granted. ]

And please. Just because I'm fashionably late doesn't mean I need to make that kind of entrance. Let me build the anticipation a little.

If anyone was going to convince that whole castle to let you have private bath hours, it would be you. Obviously you're just not trying.

[ because the banter is easier, he thinks, than dwelling on what the reality is for them outside of this place. it's nicer to remember, seamless to fall back into. she's had five years without it and he's coming up on three and he knows, he knows that's not necessarily a healthy mindset to have, but.

well - it's thanksgiving. sue him for wanting to spend it with family and to leave it at that.

her comment has him snorting, just as he finishes whatever it is he'd been keeping busy with. he picks up the casserole, or maybe it's just a side, and turns back to face her. ]

You take any more time and something insane is going to go down, trust me. They don't play around over there.

[ If his coping methods aren't great, hers aren't much better. And holiday or not, she's not likely to take anyone or anything for granted here. She's grateful for the chance at all, even if it has been provided by morally dubious mages.

But she hops down off the counter then, grinning when he scoffs at her comments, more than happy to keep up the comfortable, playful banter between them. Sliding over to him, she drapes herself over one of his shoulders instead. Totally helping here, yup. ]

Oh, I'm not playing around, either. It's been a while since I had to infiltrate a monarchy. Should be fun. [ She has a really weird definition of fun. ] What can I help with? Because as delightful as watching you play Gordon Ramsey is, you might as well put me to work.

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