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this is my war cry >> thanksgiving dinner
« on: November 27, 2019, 04:26:40 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion

Eighteen hours of preparing, cooking, working his ass off to prepare a surprise thanksgiving dinner for the group that was all the family he had left. Mike frowned slightly as he brought a large plate with a roasted turkey, the last of three turkeys he'd cooked.

The combination of open fire pits which were used to roast the meats, a wood stove used to cook the broth and make the gravy, and earthen cooking pits to make the bread, Michael had cooked a spectacular meal (though not by himself, he'd enlisted a few of the grunts and worms in his endeavor).

All the meat was caught, or hunted down by Michael, there was a large wild boar that had been roasted, the three afore mentioned turkeys, rabbits in a rabbit stew, and fish he'd caught and salted in June were now smoked and added to the table. This combined with potatoes, sweet potatoes, Brussel sprouts, cabbage, cornbread, and ale made up the feast.

Hopefully there'd be a good turnout. He'd left word with the majority of the group that there was to be a Thanksgiving feast, pushed together all the tables, put benches and chairs them, even decorated the table (somewhat). He supposed Cat would be unpleasantly surprised to find this meal here, but whatever. His entire life was not based around making the boss happy... though most of it was now set on keeping them safe and alive.

Mike adjusted his bandana, and rolled his shoulders back, leaning his body against one of the walls, there seemed to be nothing else to do now, the food was still warm (well most of it, and oh shit, he slipped out of the casino to return as soon as he'd grabbed something, til then there was just food on the tables calling for people to come and eat.

//tldr;; mike made a thanksgiving feast, set it up and then left the casino because he forgot something.
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Re: this is my war cry >> thanksgiving dinner
« Reply #1 on: November 27, 2019, 06:28:38 PM »
Cat was well aware that there was to be a Thanksgiving feast, because Molly could scarcely shut up about it. Despite her own reservations about Mike, she'd been eager to jump in with the preparation, doing whatever she could to help. This was the first Thanksgiving the entire family had together in almost two decades, and not only that, the family had grown. There was no way in hell that Molly wasn't going to cook.

So now the Darrows (and Gav and Louie) were heading into the casino. It was an impressive spread, far more so than Cat had expected. Molly had told them it was good, but they hadn't expected this much food. Alright, alright, they were good with this. Wait a second. Something was missing. "Where the fug did Mike go?" They asked, frowning, but not waiting to take a seat at the table. They'd barely had a bite to eat that day to save room, and they were famished.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 11/27/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Alias is Catalyst
⇥ Will accept Cat or Catalyst from anyone, Scott only from family
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-two ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 11/12/39 ⇥ Made their return to public life in the Badlands
⇥ 11/07/39 ⇥ Took a break to recover from their illness
⇥ 11/02/39 ⇥ Came down with a cold

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken by Gavril Lupei
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————

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Re: this is my war cry >> thanksgiving dinner
« Reply #2 on: November 27, 2019, 09:29:35 PM »
iiniwa wasn't exactly a fan of thanksgiving as a holiday, but he was very much a fan of the food. mostly the cranberry jelly stuff and the desserts. however, this didn't seem like you're traditional feast. at least he liked fish, right? iiniwa looked around and whistled softly. "no clue. don't really care, he can take care of himself." he said, moving to swipe a bit of corn bread to munch on. "think he made it all himself?"

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Re: this is my war cry >> thanksgiving dinner
« Reply #3 on: November 30, 2019, 12:46:15 AM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: alcohol, death, profanity, heavy violence, religion

It didn’t take Mike too long to return with a slightly browned apple pie. The pumpkin had not fared so well. Being now in a smoking, burned mess. But the apple pie was fragrant, and delicious looking and while not a lot (the other pies not being in the casino yet), it looked delightful.

Mike slipped the pie onto the edge of the table and looked from afar to Iiniwa. He supposed be should say something. And that was exactly what he did. "It’s this time of year that ya most appreciate family. And you all are the only family I’ve got. So thanks... and help yerself."

It wasn’t a long speech. But one needn’t be made. Mike shrugged his shoulders and slipped in to a spot at the table. Hopefully the food has turned out alright.

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Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's the leader of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.

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Re: this is my war cry >> thanksgiving dinner
« Reply #4 on: November 30, 2019, 07:47:21 PM »
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Salem was entirely aware of Mike's actions. He kept tabs on a fair number of Worms, and when a significant portion of them suddenly became cooks under Mike's guidance? Well, he took note. But hey, Mike could do whatever the fuck he wanted; if throwing a giant feast for everybody was going to put a smile on that gruff, stubborn man's face then they ought to throw a giant feast.

Salem walked in after Mike, taking note of the pie as he took a seat. It looked like an amalgamation of a traditional thanksgiving feast, with the addition of some delicious apocalypse cuisine of course. It'd been a while since he celebrated; hell, he'd been a child last time. It brought up fond memories of barely repressed frustration with distant relatives, and long plane rides across the country to visit people he mostly forgot the existence of when it wasn't a holiday.

"That's a sweet sentiment, you've got me feeling all mushy and warm." Salem chuckled, half serious though he tried to keep a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He had a persona to uphold after all. "I must say, out of all the bandits, murderers, highwaymen, thieves and general lowlife that I could've ended up with, I couldn't imagine a lovelier set of people to scum it with and I'm thankful for that." It was traditional to say what you were thankful for, and though he wasn't a stickler for traditions he did want to make everybody feel uncomfortable and compelled to chime in with a bullshit thing they were thankful for.
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Re: this is my war cry >> thanksgiving dinner
« Reply #5 on: December 04, 2019, 07:55:36 PM »
"I helped with some of it." Molly said to Iiniwa, gesturing to a couple dishes on the table. "For the most part it was Mike." She might not like the man much these days, but at least she could admit that.

Mike returned, giving a brief little speech ending with a signal to eat. Not that Cat was specifically waiting for that, but they ended up liking that part better than anything else that Mike said. Not that it was a bad speech or anything, they were just hungry. "Hear hear." They said, dishing up their plate.

With the first few bites in their belly and Salem now also making borderline sentimental remarks, they figured they might as well too. "This time last year I was losing my faith in humanity." That was an overdramatic reaction, and they'd already lost most of it by then anyway. "Now I guess it's been mildly restored." Only mildly. That was the best you were going to get out of them.

And then Austin was raising his drink. "To family. This is the first Thanksgiving I've had with them in... far too long. I'm grateful for that, for all of you, for -"

"Okay, Dad." Cat said, cutting him off. The mushy shit was getting a little too much for them. Austin frowned, but lowered his drink. Molly shot them an irritated glare, but said nothing.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 11/29/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Alias is Catalyst
⇥ Will accept Cat or Catalyst from anyone, Scott only from family
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-two ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 11/27/39 ⇥ Celebrated their twenty-second birthday
⇥ 11/12/39 ⇥ Made their return to public life in the Badlands
⇥ 11/07/39 ⇥ Took a break to recover from their illness
⇥ 11/02/39 ⇥ Came down with a cold

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken by Gavril Lupei
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————

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Re: this is my war cry >> thanksgiving dinner
« Reply #6 on: December 09, 2019, 12:13:07 AM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion

Mike offered a nod Salem’s direction, deftly carving a slice of turkey and depositing it onto a plate in a single deft motion. He was t much for conversing past need. And bed said all he needed to say. Though that wouldn’t stop him from at least politely acknowledging the statements made by Salem, Auston, and even Cat has something sentimental to say.

The man did not offer a hear hear! Or anything of that sort though, only nodded and stuck a piece of roasted turkey in his mouth. It wasn’t the greatest bird he’d ever tasted. But it was pretty decent, especially since he hadn’t cooked a thanksgiving dinner in over 16 years. Will had been three their last...

He didn’t finish the thought. He couldn’t. He looked down at his plate and swallowed the food forcefully.
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Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's the leader of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.