paradisalost | ...it's Thanksgiving

Who:Fred, Harmony and anyone else that decides to come by.
What: Thanksgiving in the Tower
When:All Day Thanksgiving
Where:The Tower
Rating:PG 13

((OOC : This log is open to anyone and everyone that wants to stop by. I will be setting up some initial section, but feel free to add any others as needed. There's lots of places in the tower for people to break away))

Sometime just after two in the morning, a thought pulled Fred into wakefulness. It was Thanksgiving. Somehow in all the activity that came after the expedition, she'd almost let it slip away from her again.

It wasn't like they hadn't tried before, on more than one occasion. They would go out to the store, buy there ingredients and debate over just what they were getting themselves into. But somehow whenever it game down to the actual cooking of things, and getting themselves into the hotel's industrial kitchen? Something always happened. A demon attack or -- it might've been a run of the mill rogue vampire. And Wolfram & Hart?

Was Wolfram & Hart. They'd worked.

For days now she hadn't been able to shake the images of those bodies, clustered together in the auditorium. The natural comparisons to themselves. But suddenly in that moment? She didn't want anything of it.

Had't she said on more than one occasion that nothing was inevitable? Well there inability to have Thanksgiving was going to be made evitable. It just was.

Decision made, Fred scrabled from her bed and went to recruit some help.

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As expected from what he'd gathered, the environment was... Warm. Not anything like the holidays were treated at home. But Christmas and New Years were different subjects entirely. He glanced around the room, unsure as to who the person who he'd talked to over the journal was. When he was approached, however, he figured he now knew who it was. He looked at the extended hand a moment, not sure what to do with it until he realized that he might be expected to do the same. A handshake? Not something they did all that often in Japan. He met her extended hand with his own. "... Yeah. Are you Fred, then?"

Fred caught his hesitation, but didn't let it phase her. Instead she let her own hand guide is as they managed things well enough. Her smile settled fully into place. She was glad he'd let himself come. She remembered fill well how unsettling the castle could be initially. How much it still was.

"I guess I made it obvious, didn't I?"

JJ returned his hand to his side after the handshake, automatically settling to a pocket. Did people here really smile so much? Maybe it was the holiday, but it was something he'd noticed within the first few days. A vast contrast from the constant grim expressions of his time. "A little. I assumed, since you're the one I spoke to in the Journal." Or was it wrote to? Though the conversation could have just as easily been picked up.

Fred nodded, expecting that particular answer. She stepped slightly to one side, allowing him better access to the tower lobby.

"I hope this doesn't come off as too forward, but it looks like you're still in that settling in phase."

JJ walked further inside with ease, giving another casual glance about in affirmation. His serious expression remained, his frown not quite as firm as it had been before. He was a bit surprised that she was more observant than some of the residents he'd met before. Either that or he was making it all too obvious. "Not at all. I've only been here about two days."

"That's...new. If it is any consolation, just the fact that you're managing this well is great." Fred still remembered her first few weeks all too well.

"I've been here over three years now."

"Comparably." He responded in a blasé manner. It wouldn't matter either way, would it? If he was or wasn't managing well, he'd still be here. It was just a matter of getting back at this point.

"Three years is a long time." He mused. Hopefully he wouldn't get stuck here that long. JJ had goals, after all, and he didn't need to lose his track here. Even if he was going to forget his experiences here when he got back, he wasn't sure about Paradisa's effects on the body. If he was left weak when he returned, what would he do then? "So I'm guessing you'd consider yourself relatively established here?"

"Established?"

For a moment Fred considered the word. Yes, she had her friends here. Her second family, in a way. And yes she had things to do and important ones that mattered. But she also knew from experience just how quickly all that could change.

"I guess I just consider myself here. Up until the point that I'm not."

...it's Thanksgiving

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