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Post by Pebble on Nov 23, 2016 19:36:17 GMT
Now, Alula was one to surprise her father and her uncle. Despite being sleep deprived because of the wonderful musicals of Lucifer, she was still up to the task. She knew what Thanksgiving was. And she wanted a part of it.
So, Sam and Dean had gone out to do something (Alula didn't bother ask) and, their shared child would get to work. She managed to get Fawn to help, despite her being a depressed bug, as well as Pebble, Benedict, and Kishan, who was turned into a normal dog for this occasion. His pelt was soft and black and she loved it. However, back on task. Currently, there was a small turkey cooking in the oven, which had twenty minutes left. On the counter was a blueberry pie, created by Pebble, and a chocolate one. Wonderful. Somehow, Kishan had managed to snag the mixing bowl that was for the pie and was licking it clean. Not that Alula minded, they were finished with it anyway. Pebble was currently watching the turkey before looking at Fawn, who managed to get some peas finished. Alula was sliding around, trying to get the beans and corn finished. How were they managing this?
Oh hey, gravy was finished. Pebble took that off of the stove. Turkey! "Fawn! Get the turkey please!" She called to the blonde, who hurriedly rushed over and took the turkey out, setting it on the table in the main area. At this point, they were setting things up. Okay... mashed potatoes, gravy, BEANS, peas, pies, everything was finished! Summoning a large dog bowl, for great danes man, Pebble added ProPlan dog food to it, for Kishan. Fat off of the turkey also went into it as well as some milk. To top it off? Gravy was poured over the top! She set his bowl two feet away from the table and told him to wait.
Okay, everything was finished and Pebble found herself smoothing her hair and straightening her glowstick necklace. Yes. Everything was set. Just in time too! The bunker door clicked and, more than likely, Sam and Dean were walking in. Happy rushed Thanksgiving.
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Post by Sylphie on Nov 25, 2016 1:46:05 GMT
The smell of food was absolutely amazing. The youn half archangel made here way out of her room and into the kitchen, wings fluttering in excitement. This was that American holiday where they killed and ate turkeys! Sure, she was sad about the death off turkeys, but the meat was so good! The brown haored girl scurried off to the table and happily sat down. This was going to be a wonderful feast!
Trumks had been in his room, doing image training, only to have the smell of food bombard him when he finished. The male frowned softly and tidied himself up, image training did often leave physical manifestations like blodied noses and mouths, before exiting his room. The aroma was stronger in the halls and he followed it to the kitchen, seeing Alula, Pebble, and Fawn all preparing a meal. Was this an american holiday? The male didn't know as this world was fundamentaly different than his.
"Pebble-San, what is all this? Is this a sort of holiday feast? If so, I would have offered my help to you." The polite man said softly as he approached the half archangel.
Gavin and Ryan had been chilling outside the bunker for the day, having driven off early in the morning to do a rmnant of one of the crews thanksgiving traditions, IE, get in as much trouble as possible before dying. Sure, it wasn't the best way to spend Thanksgiving, but it was something the whole crew did together, as a family. So of course Gav and Ryan would do it. It was the only way to honor the crew they loved so much. It turned out that the two where arriving the same time as Sam and Dean.
"Woah, what is that smell, did someone make turkey?" Gavin asked as he lazily walked in, clothes completely covered in blood.
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Post by Timur on Dec 1, 2016 5:51:17 GMT
Benedict hadn't been able to do much, but he had helped. He had gotten things for people when they needed them. Someone needed a mixing spoon? Someone needed a pinch of salt? Someone needed to take up the storing for a moment? It was simple tasks, things that Benny was able to do. So he was proud of the work, knowing he had helped out. The male stood by Alula happily, his smile growing wider as the others came and had positive reactions. Score!
Sam and Dean would be close behind Ryan and Gavin, pulling in the driveway as the two walked in. So the two got out of the car and walked in, and the first thing they noticed was the amazing smell. Sam and Dean didn't really celebrate thanksgiving much, but this was definitely a pleasant surprise. Sam would raise an eyebrow at Dean and he would shrug, and the two would walk down the stairs to see the occupants of the bunker gathered around the table where some scrumptious looking food was at. "Looks delicious, when do we get to eat it?" Dean asked, licking his lips a bit. The man was guided by his stomach half the time, anyone who knew him even the slightest would know that. Sam however would walk over to Fawn with a warm smile on his face and reaching to take her hands in his when he got there. "Who made all this?" Sam asked, knowing that she probably helped in the creation of the thanksgiving feast.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 1, 2016 12:27:04 GMT
Alula nodded at Gavin with a smile. "Yup! We did!" She told him before Sam and Dean walked in. Her father's first question was of course when were they gonna eat. "Later. Not now." She told him, crossing her arms at the other. She gave him a look that said it, a look she had probably inherented from her mother. Probably.
Fawn would grin at Sam like the Cheshire cat. "I helped but, I'm giving the credit to your neice." She told him.
//lol I can't work
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