Who: Anyone who wants Thanksgiving. When: October 14th. Where: Merchant dome. What: BYOS (Bring your own starter) Thanksgiving log. Warnings: None. Will edit if needed. Notes: Entirely a free for all for those who want to log stuff out!
Last year's Thanksgiving had been absolutely delicious. In fact, such a festival was where she had tasted the most brilliant non-alcoholic drink in the world: pumpkin spice lattes. She knew how it was pronounced now, instead of late it was lat-tay and was eager to get her hands on everything that even remotely tasted like it.
Which included finding some pumpkin spiced whiskey that Michael had told her about last year.
Today, with far fewer people, it's still a good celebration. Those that were left behind, those that are real, are eager to let their hair down and enjoy having their ability to breath back. They've been drinking and laughing, and Sansa is no different. She's dragged Theon, as always, but there are moments where she's left him and his gloomy self for a bit.
Later on in the evening, the latte has been replaced with a pumpkin ale.
Alex, for the most part, hadn't been around for the last Thanksgiving. He's actually lost track of how long he's even been in the place. A part of him is still tired from heading down to a place he didn't want to think about.
It was nice, to have this. A type of celebration to keep the hopes up for the people. So, when he sees Sansa he can't help but smile a bit. If not for Michael, he probably would've never met her. His heart ached for the alien that wasn't among them, but he'd survived worse.
"Alex!" Sansa greets him warmly with a smile. "Good to see you! I am, did you have this sort of festival back home? Or is it just a Canadian celebration?" She has to ask. There was still so much to learn about other countries in the world most of these people seemed to share.
Canada, she'd heard, was a magical place. And Michael had told her about New Mexico, though that just had her wondering about Old Mexico and what had happened to it.
That warm smile has Alex smiling a bit. It was something that he could get used to. There was an excitement to her voice that reminded him of a few people back home. Something that made his heart ache but he could look past that.
"We do, actually. Except that it's celebrated in a completely different month," he tells her. "The Canadian celebration and the American celebration are two separate days."
Michael once said she reminded him of Isabelle. Your miles may vary.
"Really! But your countries are right next to each other." There were stranger things she'd heard about America and Canada. "One of these days, I think I'm going to see if I can put together a proper Northern celebration. Perhaps for your Chriss-Mist."
"Our countries are beside one another, yes, but there are so many different things when it comes to them," he tells her. They were two different countries. Which means that their laws and everything was so different. Not that he thought about it too much. New Mexico was his home. Well, it had been until he'd ended up in Sphere.
He can't help but smile," Christmas? I think I'd like to see whatever celebration you put together, Sansa."
If he could help her make sense of the American holidays, then he would try as much as he could to help her. He considered her a good friend and could easily do that for her. Anything she needed, he'd try to provide for her.
"Sounds good. If you need help with anything, Sansa, don't hesitate to let me know."
Jon has no idea what this feast is for, but after the recent events in the domes, he doesn't much care. He's just glad to be able to celebrate anything again. Although what he's really glad about is the fact that he's fully and unconditionally welcome to attend this feast, unlike so many of the ones at Winterfell over the years.
He doesn't have anything from the year before to compare it to, so he's just enjoying it as it is. Including the new kinds of food and drink. He, too, has located some of the pumpkin ale, even if he's not yet sure what to make of it. One thing is certain. Pumpkin seems to be an important part of the theme.
"I can honestly say I've never had ale quite like this before."
when they returned home, Sansa would invite him to every feast he could ever imagine. And when he came to visit Winterfell, there would be feasts as well.
"But you like it?" She asks, taking a sip of her own brown bottle. She raises it to him in a small salute. She'd been thankful he'd traveled with her to speak with the Sphere, and for the usage of his trousers.
"I do. It's just different." Like so many other things in this place, although he's used to that concept by now and has come to look forward to finding all the things that would never be found in Westeros. It's almost enough to make him want to travel when he gets home, to see somewhere other than the place of his birth. Almost.
"It's like a winter squash," she explains patiently. That was the closest thing she could think of, really. "They're orange and round." She points to one on the label of the bottle.
Sansa, too, loved trying all the new food this strange place brought to them. Learning about other worlds would never get tiresome.
"It is a strange place. But the pie is sweet and tastes of cinnamon and nutmegs- perhaps we can find some of the cinnamon whiskey that Michael had last year. That in particular was delicious." And would certainly warm them up later.
"Cinnamon and nutmeg? That sounds acceptable." The truth is that if Sansa says it's good, that's enough to get him to agree to try it. He's learned that he can trust her opinion on things, at least when it comes to food. "Cinnamon in whiskey too? Not only are there more types of liquor than I would have imagined, they do more with it too."
"It is absolutely delicious. Father would sometimes sprinkle cinnamon on peaches from the greenhouse and fry them, do you remember?" She smiles at remembering the delicious treat.
"You should see Robb at his tavern. They have all sorts of liquor there- some even taste of chocolate!"
"I remember." This memory of Winterfell, like most of them, is enough to bring a smile to his face too. Most of the time he spent there had been pleasant, and it's still the first place he thinks of as home.
"Next time I'm there, perhaps I'll give one of them a try."
"A chocolate martin?" A sweet drink sounds strange, but if she says it's good then he trusts her. "Cinnamon whiskey, and a chocolate martin. This place does sound strange sometimes."
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Which included finding some pumpkin spiced whiskey that Michael had told her about last year.
Today, with far fewer people, it's still a good celebration. Those that were left behind, those that are real, are eager to let their hair down and enjoy having their ability to breath back. They've been drinking and laughing, and Sansa is no different. She's dragged Theon, as always, but there are moments where she's left him and his gloomy self for a bit.
Later on in the evening, the latte has been replaced with a pumpkin ale.
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It was nice, to have this. A type of celebration to keep the hopes up for the people. So, when he sees Sansa he can't help but smile a bit. If not for Michael, he probably would've never met her. His heart ached for the alien that wasn't among them, but he'd survived worse.
"Enjoying yourself?"
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Canada, she'd heard, was a magical place. And Michael had told her about New Mexico, though that just had her wondering about Old Mexico and what had happened to it.
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"We do, actually. Except that it's celebrated in a completely different month," he tells her. "The Canadian celebration and the American celebration are two separate days."
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"Really! But your countries are right next to each other." There were stranger things she'd heard about America and Canada. "One of these days, I think I'm going to see if I can put together a proper Northern celebration. Perhaps for your Chriss-Mist."
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He can't help but smile," Christmas? I think I'd like to see whatever celebration you put together, Sansa."
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"I'll see what I can do. I'll be sure to give you an invitation personally."
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If he could help her make sense of the American holidays, then he would try as much as he could to help her. He considered her a good friend and could easily do that for her. Anything she needed, he'd try to provide for her.
"Sounds good. If you need help with anything, Sansa, don't hesitate to let me know."
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He doesn't have anything from the year before to compare it to, so he's just enjoying it as it is. Including the new kinds of food and drink. He, too, has located some of the pumpkin ale, even if he's not yet sure what to make of it. One thing is certain. Pumpkin seems to be an important part of the theme.
"I can honestly say I've never had ale quite like this before."
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"But you like it?" She asks, taking a sip of her own brown bottle. She raises it to him in a small salute. She'd been thankful he'd traveled with her to speak with the Sphere, and for the usage of his trousers.
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"What exactly is a pumpkin?"
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Sansa, too, loved trying all the new food this strange place brought to them. Learning about other worlds would never get tiresome.
"They make very good pies."
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Although now that he's tried the ale, he'll try other things too, to see if they're as good as the ale.
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"You should see Robb at his tavern. They have all sorts of liquor there- some even taste of chocolate!"
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"Next time I'm there, perhaps I'll give one of them a try."
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"You should! There's something they found- a Chocolate Martin." A chocolate martini, Sansa. "It's very sweet, you must try it."
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