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 Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:33 pm
"If Rep's here then it's gotta be either Jordan or Harrison - they're his boyfriends an' he dun go anywhere wit'out 'em." Ofelia was looking at the cans and got out a sheet of parchment paper. She sprinkled a little bit of each on and dabbed the half-eaten potato in, to test. Sure enough one was waaaay spicier than the other but none the less it was awesome. "Gimmie a sec an' Ah'mma go check ta see who else is out there."
The teen left him to peel, Wash said he could handle it so she was counting on him, and she moved to the door and opened it. There were lots of faces she'd seen, and when she laid her eyes on Sasha and Candace she waved to both of the ladies before ducking back inside. "Looks like Sasha is here, an' Candace too."
That was all she had to say before she went back to the sink, rinsed her hands, and got back to peeling.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:34 pm
Jerry sagged a bit as Wash ignored him as though he wasn't even there.
He bit his lip, gathered the napkins up, and excused himself from the kitchen area to set up a chair by one of the already standing tables. He sighed, hunkering down to set to work. Judging by how many chairs were waiting to be opened, they were expecting a good amount of people.
That would be a lot of turkeys.
As he started to fold, he spotted a figure ghosting in with a sour expression.... Sasha.
His stomach clenched and he suddenly became engrossed in napkin turkey production.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:37 pm
"Was that what they were? I always wondered what the hell we were capturing reindeer for. Not exactly Halloween. I mean, even if we got some magic Christmas ones, we already got portals. Well. Not ones we can use now-"
Harrison grinned, shoving her playfully.
"There you go. Administration ******** with us again."
He locked the legs, then stood the table up.
"Twenty, okay. ...And what, you mean now?" he asked Rep "...This is all off-duty. It's Thanksgiving."
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:38 pm
Melvin smiled, all too pleased to have another worker. Don't worry, Sasha. You had options. "Well, we have chairs that need to be set up once Red and Harrison set up the tables, we have people in the kitchens if you want to chop or stir something. I already sent Wash to Ofelia. We also have Jerry working on napkin turkeys, but if you can think of other decorations to make everyone feel more festive then go ahead. I have other people scattered about, and once that's set up, setting the table with plates, bowls, silverware, and glasses." There was plenty to do. Melvin would probably jump in on something or just move about every project to give little bits of assistance here and there, but his primary goal was to keep everything on time and working till they could all just sit down, drink, and eat.
That would be the reward. A shared sense of accomplishment.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:42 pm
Sasha was moving towards the kitchens the instant that Melvin mentioned Wash was in there with Ofie. "I'll be in the kitchen." Once inside the room with Ofie and Wash, Sasha leaned against the nearest wall and groaned. Loudly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:48 pm
Rep looked on as Candace got her germs all over Harrison and whatever interest he'd had in the question vanished completely. "Oh."
His grasp of what Thanksgiving even was was tenuous at best, but he was done asking questions.
Crossing his arms a little more firmly, he noted Sasha had arrived as well, but before he could so much as catch her eye and draw some battle lines for the night, she was gone again.
He found himself eyeing the door, feeling trapped out of nowhere.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:50 pm
"Sommin' wrong Sasha?" Ofelia, the ever observant, asked from where she was standing with Wash. They were almost done with a single bag of potatoes, enough to maybe get started on the mashing, and the teen glanced over her shoulder. "That's a mighty big sigh ya got there."
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:55 pm
Wash looked up from their little peeling station. "Well, hello to you too, ma'am." And while Ofie wasn't looking - tiny smarmy pleased grin. He wondered if she knew how to cook - domestics were something they'd never discussed. They'd always been...busy. "I don't supposed you'd like to," he dropped his voice a little, " get ya hands dirty?" He gestured to the pile of innocent vegetables. "Unless our head chef here 'as got a plan for ya, o'course." He will help u get reel dirty Sasha.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:04 pm
Sasha's lips twitched slightly when Wash used the term ma'am - oh, he was horrible. Get her hands dirty? She choked back a laugh. "What do you need, Ofie? And.. it's nothing. Just a few people out there I'd rather not have to deal with in this type of situation." Sasha moved forward a bit, just enough to brush the backs of her fingers against Wash's shoulder. A sort of intimate hello, you that was unspoken, yet obvious.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:10 pm
Ofelia was either totally oblvious to the interactions between Wash and Sasha or she was too focused on the task at hand - which was cooking and getting enough food out for everyone. "Sorry ta hear yer seein' people ya dun like out there, but at least yer welcome in here wit' us? If yer painin' fer sommin' ta do ya can start boilin' some water? We gotta get these potatoes soft if we wanna mash 'em."
The teen was a bit curious to find out who Sasha was smashing heads with but she had a vague idea of who. The same person everyone seemed to smash heads with (except his guard dog boyfriends). That was sad, today was supposed to be a fun day, and so Ofelia would totally keep it as fun as she could. "So the two'a ya are. . . .friends?" Ofelia looked back and forth between the pair, appraising.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:21 pm
Subtle, ever tasteful, Sasha was. Mmm."Oh, mmm, yeah," he replied to Ofie, watching Sasha move around the kitchen. The potato in his hand was momentarily forgotten.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:41 pm
Thankful for something to do, something that didn't involve interacting with most of the people in the cafeteria, Sasha busied herself with filling a few pots with water before settling them on the stove. She let Wash's answer stand in regards to their relationship - but as she passed by him with the final pot full of water, Sasha gave a pointed look towards the potato in his hand. The one he wasn't peeling. "You know, you can preserve much more of the potato's flesh if you use a small knife." Let her school you, Wash. She flashed him a smile. Pots filled, Sasha turned back to Ofie. "What's next, then?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:44 pm
"No, I found real tablecloths. They're red, and I think they're from Christmas last year. If you want substitutes I can always just return them." Candace was kidding. She had looked all over for these tablecloths for Melvin, he better be happy. The tablecloths were still neatly folded on the table where Candace had left them before she'd attacked Harrison, the very man who was shoving her. She gasped and allowed herself to stumble a few steps away from him, putting a hand over her arm where his hand had pushed at her and giving a long, drawn out whine. "Why would you do that you a*****e oh my god I can't believe you did that I hate you!" She playfully punched his arm, being careful to remove one of her rings before doing so, and then grinned again. "They're so good at it. Besides, it was Christmas. Why wouldn't we want reindeer?"She turned to Rep then, noticing he'd gotten quiet. What? No insults? No smart remarks about her a**? Why was he pouting now? Jesus christ this guy needed to get over himself. "Hello, Rep~." She was being nice. It was Thanksgiving, even if they didn't celebrate in Scotland she would still honor the mood for now. She was being nice damnit. "Has no one given Rep the beautiful story of Thanksgiving and what it's all about yet?" A wave caught her eye and she looked over just in time to watch Ofelia disappear into the kitchen. Nope. Not going in there. She would stay out here where she was more useful. "Need any help with the chairs?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:45 pm
"Oh, is that so?"
He looked down at the vegetable in his hands.
"I dunno, th' peeler's a little big but it really gets in there." Wash made one long, sure stroke with it for emphasis, sending a curl of potato skin into the waste bin.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:52 pm
Ofelia was watching you, Wash and Sasha. Watching you so very hard.
There may also have been a little bit of judgement involved, but mostly with Ofelia trying to piece together that maybe this Wash was the person that Sasha had mentioned she slept with as her first time. They way they looked at one another seemed to suggest something and although Ofelia was bluntly oblivious to her own feelings she could totally see others together easily enough.
"Um...what else....well, if yer good at peelin' ya can help Wash wit' these an' Ah'll go an' get started on the turkey?" Dressing a canned turkey was like the saddest thought ever, she didn't even know where to start. Ofelia had never used turkey to begin with, she always mostly made chicken or pork or something not as big as a turkey. "Ah'm also gonna go an' let Melvin know we got stuff goin' an' ta get a better headcount. Can Ah trust ya both in here?" Ofelia raised an eyebrow and spoke in a teasing tone. "Dun wanna come back ta like...stuff everywhere."
With that she opened the kitchen door and stepped out, looking for an overly familiar blonde.
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