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paradisalost2011-11-24 10:19 am
http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/) wrote in paradisalost2011-11-24 10:19 am
...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.
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.
no subject
"I've been here over three years now."
no subject
"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?"
no subject
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."