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entrancelogs2016-11-30 11:51 pm
failedparenting) wrote in entrancelogs2016-11-30 11:51 pm
[OPEN] You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Who: Jo Harvelle, Ray Palmer, John Winchester, and YOU!
Where: The Bar!
When: Backdated to Thanksgiving
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's a Thanksgiving party! And everyone is invited!
The Story:
[This was supposed to be a family thing, okay? Just family.
John normally scoffs at the idea of family get-togethers, or apple pie, picket fence traditions, but he realizes that now, for the first time, he’s got almost his entire family for a Thanksgiving. And add in Jo with her husband, it’s practically a respectable crowd for a holiday. Mary loves the idea, but when he tells Jo about it, of course she’s got to insist on more people. They’re family too, she insists, hers and Simon’s just like she’s family to him. He’s not so crazy about it. But he sure as hell likes Michonne and Simon, so he finally relents. They’ll have to do it in the bar for the space, but it fits, for them. Feels almost like a hunter party, and he knows that Ellen would’ve approved.
Plans are made, food is cooked, and just when John thinks they might pull this off without some kinda bizarre event going down, Jo makes one herself- why not just have a party for everyone?
He’s really not crazy about that one. She insists, says another guy wants to make his own feast but there was an “incident”, and….yeah. Jo. Fine, fine. Just stop needling. So that’s how they’ve gotten here, a guy with a dislike of family holidays on principal, a bartender who loves too many people, and a superhero who can’t cook sweet potatoes hosting a dinner together.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, try not to die.]
Where: The Bar!
When: Backdated to Thanksgiving
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's a Thanksgiving party! And everyone is invited!
The Story:
[This was supposed to be a family thing, okay? Just family.
John normally scoffs at the idea of family get-togethers, or apple pie, picket fence traditions, but he realizes that now, for the first time, he’s got almost his entire family for a Thanksgiving. And add in Jo with her husband, it’s practically a respectable crowd for a holiday. Mary loves the idea, but when he tells Jo about it, of course she’s got to insist on more people. They’re family too, she insists, hers and Simon’s just like she’s family to him. He’s not so crazy about it. But he sure as hell likes Michonne and Simon, so he finally relents. They’ll have to do it in the bar for the space, but it fits, for them. Feels almost like a hunter party, and he knows that Ellen would’ve approved.
Plans are made, food is cooked, and just when John thinks they might pull this off without some kinda bizarre event going down, Jo makes one herself- why not just have a party for everyone?
He’s really not crazy about that one. She insists, says another guy wants to make his own feast but there was an “incident”, and….yeah. Jo. Fine, fine. Just stop needling. So that’s how they’ve gotten here, a guy with a dislike of family holidays on principal, a bartender who loves too many people, and a superhero who can’t cook sweet potatoes hosting a dinner together.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, try not to die.]
PARTY PREP
ray palmer | OTA
this is probably the third dish he's nearly ruined in some capacity because he's not paying attention at all while he tries to Make Friends and Influence People.
oh god someone distract him from trying to cut the turkey... ]
Re: ray palmer | OTA
Yeah, that's John.
Before ray can get to it, John sliiiides in with carving knife and fork in hand. There's two whole turkeys to cut yp, but like hell he's gonna let anyone else tough them. John eyes Ray as he walks over, still u n s u r e about Jo's whole "party" idea. He doesn't even know this guy.
Well. He'll take this turkey from his cold, dead hands]
Hey man, I got this. Don't worry about it.
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[ aww wow this guy is really nice how cool of him to take over the carving! ray smiles and nods toward those others, not quite getting the hint that he should probably buzz off maybe. ]
They smell great. What's your secret?
[ also would you like to be best friends? ray makes a mean friendship bracelet! :D ]
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Need a hand? Seeing as the marshmallow avalanche probably took a hell of a lot out of you and all.
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The more the merrier! [ he lowers his voice conspiratorially, as if it's not very obvious: ] I have to confess, I'm don't use cook meals. I'll take all the help I can get!
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[She grins. At least he's honest about it.]
Not to worry. Lots of this stuff is easier than it looks-- hardest part about Thanksgiving is getting everything made so it's ready to eat and still hot around the same time. Mashed potatoes, though? Come on, just about anyone can do that.
wow bravo for putting up with whatever grammar salad i wrote up there <333
[ said not-at-all awkwardly and fully confident that he definitely knows how to mash things. ray reaches over to grab a spoon which is not the egg beater and give this his best shot which amounts to a mixture of stabbing motions and swirling. ]
Yeah, this is pretty easy actually!
I feel like it speaks volumes about us that I literally did not even notice...
[Sort of. A spoon really isn't the ideal tool for the job, but he's trying. Bless him.]
Might want to use something bigger, though? Beater, or a stand mixer, or if you wanna really get a good satisfying smash in, there are a couple of manual tools you can use, too.
omg are we an old married couple?? you make eyes at me and i fetch you a beer ;)
Oh. I guess I should've thought of that...
[ he'll just grab himself a beater real quick nbd. ray laughs and shrugs. ]
This is the second time you've rescued me today, Jo. Are you a professional knight in shining armor, or something?
That feels about right. <3
More like a knight in denim and flannel?
[She grins again; it's hard not to be in good spirits around Ray, to be honest. His cheer is definitely catching.]
I'm in the professional rescue business back home. Guess I just can't leave work behind, even in the kitchen.
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Are you a superhero? A vigilante? Wait, do you call yourself knights?
[ oh shit that's too much milk time to "casually" add more potatoes... ]
Do you have a hero name? Cause I know a guy who's great at coming up with nicknames.
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[But she laughs, because the steady stream of guesses is nothing if not entertaining.]
The community I'm a part of back home? We call ourselves hunters. No capes, no codenames. Mostly unsung heroes. Gotta operate under the radar.
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[ that sounds really hardcore. and super cool. man. "legends" just seems like a garbage name, now.
jo now has ray's full attention, but he hasn't turned off the beater. ]
So what do you hunt?
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Monsters. Ghosts, demons, whatever other kind of creepy-crawlies show up that the police aren't prepared to take care of. There's tons of us. Family business, you could say.
[A big, drunken extended family. Everyone has their reasons for getting into it. Jo thinks hers are better than most.]
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Seriously? That sounds kind of crazy. [ no, not the entire idea of jo's job, but: ] You have to have a cool code name with a calling like that. Like ... Huntress!
[ ...er hang on. ]
No, that's terrible. Ohh-- what do you hunt with? Or like, do you have a signature move?
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A signature move? What am I, a superhero?
[Maybe to some people, but considering where Ray comes from, she doesn't feel like hunters quite measure up-- it's not the same.]
Most of us call each other by name. Some might earn colorful nicknames over the years, but I was always just Jo. The "what" changes depending on what you're hunting, but let's just say my knife collection isn't for show, and neither is the shotgun I keep in the bar.
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[ ray smiles, less wattage and more warmth. in a world of flashes and hawkpeople, there are still hoods and canaries. ray thinks jo (plus knives) would give a lot of them a run for their money. he stops mixing, and taps the beater against the side of the bowl before looking up at her. ]
Knife collection? Sounds like an assassin's arsenal to me.
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That's what I always thought about my dad, when I was a kid. He was a hunter, and I thought he was a superhero, going out there and doing what he did, saving people. S'why I wanted to grow up to be just like him.
[Really, that never changed.]
Most of the collection is sentimental, but you never know what you're going to need with the supernatural. Some creatures hate silver, others hate iron-- plus I'm small and fast. If I'm in close quarters, I have a better chance with a knife than just throwing a punch if I'm outclassed in size.
[Which she often is.]
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Sounds like you really know your strengths. I'm actually almost the exact opposite, big and bulky and slow.
[ he grins, and holds out the bowl of probably lumpy mostly-mashed potatoes toward jo. victory! ]
I think this is the last of the food-- where should I put these?
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[Her first exposure to Ray might have been when Snart had been warning people not to sit on him.
She props a hand against her hip, examining his handiwork. Actually, not bad.]
Just take 'em on out, Simon should have tables lined up against the wall by now for all the food. Thanks for the help, by the way. Really appreciate it-- glad we could join forces for this thing.
wrap??
[ ray pauses before heading out, because that sounds a little too flippant for him. he smiles and nods. ]
Really, Jo. You guys have a great family, here.