capeandcowllogs | TURKEY DAY AT THE PIE HOLE II

WHO: Ned and Digby and you and you and you and all your closest friends
WHERE: The Pie Hole pie restaurant and bakeshop
WHEN: Thanksgiving Day, November 22 8am - November 23 1am (he'lll stick around for any stragglers tho)
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any...
SUMMARY: Ned invites the whole City to the Pie Hole. He and Zatanna are cooking and baking everything (there are meat and meatless options), but feel free to bring a favorite from home!
FORMAT: quick/spam; make your own threads for your own people or table. on open threads estimate the time of arrival.
NO ONE IS EVER LATE!!!!!

[From the outside, the Pie Hole hasn't changed much, though the window is draped in elaborate snowflake-shaped lights, but inside is a whole other story. Zatanna has made quite a spectacle of the place, a huge banquet hall filled with long and short tables for enjoying your meal with any number of friends. And the decorations are outrageous. Ned's Christmas decorations, which were already over-the-top have all been magically enhanced and Thanksgivingsized like little crystalline pumpkin baubles and overspilling cornucopia on each buffet table, lined up in front of the kitchen. Ned is firmly putting his foot down this year: no one is to enter his kitchen but Zee or himself.

He'll be serving regular pie menu as well as breakfast (frittatas) until twelve noon at which point there will be an hour or two for people to arrive and mingle. The food will be out by 1:30-2 pm and dessert to be served at 3 pm. Ned just wants everyone to have a great day so come in and make yourself at home!! There are a few kegs as well if you all didn't listen and byob...]

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[April is there at the bright and early hour of 1pm, claiming her spot at at seat closest to the dessert like area of the table. There are a few odd raccoons running around under and around the table, fetching her food and drink for her so she can dedicate her time to folding the napkins into zombie turkey shape, a red sharpie adding the extra effects, for everyone.]

[If Zatanna wasn't set to be at the opposite end of the table, she would vocalize her envy of April's choice in seating. It's a magnificent choice, really.

She just barely misses a raccoon on the way out of the kitchen and she double-takes, looking behind her then forward, then back before shaking her head and shuffling to the table, where she leaves some delicious-looking paella.]

...did you bring raccoons with you? Digby's a good dog, but you might want to keep an eye on them.

No. They must be someone else's.

[Seriously, Zee. Who else brings raccoons? At the mention of the doggie, though, April is peering around, half folded napkin still in hand.]

What's a Digby.

Probably. I hear they're the new chihuahua in terms of popularity. [Bleach-blonde, orange leathery-skinned middle aged women carrying them around in handbags. Just you wait.]

Digby's a dog. Golden Retriever, I believe.

[Stealing their stuff and bringing it back to April. Now there's a dream.]

Oh, let me see it before Mitch drives it crazy with his jerk face.

Ned doesn't usually let him out of the kitchen and Digby seems fine with that. He came here with Ned, actually. I haven't really heard of the Porter bringing dogs, but I guess he's a special case.

Maybe the dog's actually the person. And Ned's just his body puppet so we won't look too close.

You know, I... I don't think I'd care, either way. I like them both enough...

[He's quite horrified by the rodents running around his dining hall :( What do.] Are these your... friends?

[Stronger men than he have tried to shoo them. Let it begin.]

Yeah. I'm kinda their queen. Just give them watch pitchers or something and they'll be less pointless.

Digby might chase them... [He muses aloud, wondering how many health code violations this was breaking. What could he even do.]

[So many. So very, very many. But it's the same ones April breaks at City hall every day.]

Nah. They like dogs. It's the people that annoy me they get hissy with.

I'm not so worried about them liking him as-- [Oh god here comes Digby, what does he do what does he do]

[Don't worry, April has this covered. She flashes a grin of glee that no human could ever elicit from her, and goes down to her knees to greet the puppy. It only takes a moment for a raccoon to come join her in the petting.]

Hello. Oh my god, you're so cute I want to lick you.

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[ Max notices the first raccoon pretty quickly, dismisses it as one of those oh it followed me from the office things, and then sighs when she sees the second one. ]

You brought the raccoons?

They're family, too. You don't get to pick on the holidays, Max. God.

I'm about 99 percent sure the health code says something about raccoons in restaurants.

And I'm about 100 percent sure my fist has something to say to health code inspectors. Stop working and eat.

Okay, fine, it's Thanksgiving and we are all very, very thankful for furry invaders at the table so long as they don't take our food.

I'm officially clocked out, promise.

If you really wanted it, you'd be able to stop them.

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(Larsa is playing with one of the raccoons, feeding it scraps from his plate and letting it sit in his lap while he eats. Completely unorthodox, but for some odd reason, it's absolutely endearing to him.)

Don't spoil them.

[She gives the raccoon a heavy mock glare, tempered somewhat by a tiny smirk.]

Or you're gonna have to feed them everyday.

Is that not what we do already?

(he lets it wrap its tiny arms around his neck as it eats a roll.)

Not catered. If they turn down left over Burger King, I'm sending them to you.

I still do not understand why they would call themselves lords over meat.