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It was only a few days until Thanksgiving, and Super Sailor Scylla was going down her mental list, relaxing on the roof of one of the local stores. In the windows, Christmas decorations were already out, the lights twinkling innocently. In the parking lot, a fifteen-foot tall Pilgrim and his twelve-foot tall wife, surrounded by turkeys as tall as Scylla herself was and little garden statues. 'On Sale!' the signs proclaimed. On Sale, bah. Who wanted a Pilgrim taller than their house? And he had a terrible hat to boot.

It had been a whole year since Jada had last needed to think of her 'grateful list' and she wasn't much looking forward to it. She never did, since not much had ever changed for her. She was grateful for cars, and jewelry, and her fabulous house. But this year so much in life had changed. What was she grateful for?

1. She was alive.
2. All of her family was alive, even if the unit itself was fractured and broken.
3. Most of her friends were alive.
4. She had the power to keep them that way.
5. She was rich.
6. She was gorgeous.
7. She had a fabulous sense of style.
8. She was eighteen. (See number 5.)
9. She was grateful for the people she had met. Virgo, Alexandros, Castor, Laocoon and Audrey. She was grateful for Fallon, and was grateful for the support of her friends.

It took no effort to push herself to her feet from where she'd been crouched, watching the Pilgrim's hand waving in slow motion in the breeze. Left and right he tottered, swaying as though he were almost living. It was eerie, with the way he faced, as though his black Pilgrim eyes watched her, judging her. "And what do you know anyway?" she asked him. "All you need to do is stand there and look festive."

Judgmental to aggressive in five seconds flat. The taller balloon bowed over, smashing into a girl she may or may not have seen before, and the wife came smacking into the building, crushing Scylla herself ignominiously under its airy weight. "Oof!" was all Sailor Scylla could say as the air was punched out of her lungs. "Too... many Marshmallows, lady." The beady eye didn't flinch, just pulled back and dropped back down on her again. Apparently youma didn't much care if Senshi insulted their weight.

Scylla managed to roll across the roof and scramble over the ledge. She hit the ground hard, almost landing on a startled civilian who was pushing her cart out of the store. The cart hit her in the side, and the woman screamed.

The civilian who had gotten hit by the man-balloon was gone. Sailor Europa was there now, dancing around the enemy. The two Pilgrims were eying them. As... were the turkeys. "I think they've changed the menu on their Thanksgiving feast." Scylla called out, to alert her fellow senshi to her presence. Really, the trouble that Europa brought with her. "Cornbread stuffing for two Senshi turkeys?"

The civilian was still screaming.

A turkey charged.

"That was my car, you vandal!" the civilian's screams turned to high pitched shrieks behind Scylla. "Someone call the POLICE!!!!"

Ugh. "Shut UP, lady!" Scylla took a lawn ornament to the leg, falling to the ground with a huff. There was a weight on her back, driving her forward into the ground; the shrieks turned silent, and Jada turned to see the turkey with something glowing in its beak, hobbling away across the parking lot. While the woman was now silent (and not complaining about her car) this wasn't the way she wanted anyone to shut up. Her curse was loud, and she started off like a sprinter after the hobbling plastic lawn ornament.

Why was it whenever she was with Europa... know what? Never mind. Maybe it was the sick sense of humor of some Higher Power.

She tackled the plastic ornament, landing on it and hearing something in the plastic shell crack. "I'll be taking that," she told the ornament, and felt plastic claws dig into her midsection. Luckily the wings were built in to the item, or she may have been buffeted by them. Hard plastic nails tore at her midsection, and when she finally pulled the starseed from its beak, she was assaulted by a plastic maw as well.

Her heel went through its forehead, and the demonic light in beady plastic eyes dimmed.

Behind her, Europa was still facing the Jolly Giant Pilgrim (and wife) along with the majority of a platoon of five-foot turkeys, which were making their way towards the sliding doors of the store, opening for a small squad of youma as they neared the entrance, stomping over the unconscious body of the woman whose starseed was clenched tightly in Scylla's gloved fist.

She hadn't wanted to use her attack for fear that the heaving of the sidewalk and flying cement would damage the body of the civilian lying there. More people were screaming inside, and the store manager was waving his arm around, a cordless phone up to his ear.

Heels crunched in the plastic shards of the turkeys as she knelt next to the unconscious woman. Her face was paling and her skin was going cold. What had she learned about Starseeds? Could she just... Her hands lowered the star seed to the woman's chest, pushing the soft glow back toward where she imagined it belonged. The glow dimmed and faded away, and the woman took a breath. The balloons made a moaning noise behind her, and she turned to face them, scowling her blackest scowl. The other turkeys might be gone, under the cloud of darkness that seemed to be obscuring the area behind her. Nice.

A turkey seemed to be moving in the wind, the plastic shell inching toward the sliding doors, and to be sure it was harmless Scylla drove her heel into it viciously. It cracked, finally falling in half.

"Vandalism... Assault!" she heard through the opening and closing of the door.

"PoPo is on their way." she called, and hopped back up towards the roof of the building. The foot soldiers were down, but the balloons were still glaring with their beady eyes. As if infuriated at the loss of their Fowl companions, one of the balloons toppled over into a really nice looking truck, denting the roof. Scylla waited patiently, wanting to make sure Europa was out of range of her attack before she let out their helium. Another car bit the dust as the Pilgrims wife toppled over as well.

The civilians were staying inside; the woman had apparently been pulled in with them, if the absence of her body among the plastic turkey shells was any indication.

The darkness faded and Europa came out of it, moving to where Scylla stood. The two senshi in one target area made the ballons stand straight and tall, pulled up to their full height as though it made them more intimidating- which, truth be told, it did. "Well," Scylla said, giving Europa a wry smile, "Why change a good thing?" How was she going to take care of the balloons, not what she didn't have to worry about the plastic foot soldiers? "I'm going to pop them."

The balloons swung down towards them, and Jada spoke the word that made her power fling itself out of her like something physical. "Scylla's Hunger!"

The same familiar arms that were from her previous attack thrust through the cement, eight of them, wrapping around the balloons, catching them before they could hit the senshi on the roof. A car parked near where the balloons were took a chunk of cement through the windshield. The arms were the same 'disgusting' tentacles as before with one distinct difference. The suckers seemed to have mouths, teeth that sank into the balloons and made loud popping noises as they tore through the heavy plastic. Squeezing the Pilgrims and tugging them down towards the cement, holding them there.

Scylla's face held a sort of cold satisfaction as the balloons stopped waving, finally, deflated. It was a look that didn't belong on her face, perhaps. Maybe it did. (She would say she never felt satisfied over choking out a balloon.)

Europa's voice startled Scylla's attention away from the balloons. "Huh?" How very articulate, Chamberlyn. "Oh!" the police were stepping from their vehicles, staring at the destruction around. "Right." She moved away from the edge of the building, checking the sky for police helicopters. Nothing yet.

"There are a lot of grocery stores in town." she commented. "I'm sure we haven't decimated at least one of them. And yes, happy Thanksgiving."

Any plans? What a question. Szelem was going to be in Italy, Zora to New York to visit Lucas and Michael. Kayley was in Switzerland, where the Thanksgiving Holiday was not celebrated. "Nothing in particular." she said finally. "No one to really share it with." Her plans had consisted of a frozen pizza, since the hired help would have the day off.

Someone from her team? Scylla blinked for a moment, then gave a wry smile. "Maybe." she said finally. "Take care. Don't go shopping anywhere that has more Pilgrims out front."

She moved over to the edge of the building with Europa, dropping off the edge. Her muscles were sore, but a hot soak would fix her problems this time. "See you later." she told Europa, and moved off in the other direction, sliding into the treeline to make her way home.