TURKEY DAY AT THE PIE HOLE II

[onetouch]

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...]

Comments

DELICIOUS THREAD NECROMANCY AND REFERRING TO OLDER THREADS

[waiting]

Oh yeah? [ He turns his head to look at Mitch at that, smirking. ] What happened to not acting like a politician who thinks he's better than everyone else?

YEAAAAAHHH

[viced]

Hey, dickhead, it's not that I think I'm better than anyone! I just don't have time to go to every fucking event. I'd rather be doing my job than be visible not doing my job.

[waiting]

I know you don't think you're better than anyone. [ He snorts. ] What part of acting like didn't you get?

Anyway, maybe you should just throw your own party, one of these days. [ The smirk broadens, like he knows exactly how fucking unlikely that is ever going to happen, and he ducks his head to smother an actual laugh with a mouthful of turkey.

Despite the evident amusement, something about him remains distracted and distant, not quite tuned into the conversation. ]

[viced]

[ He noted it, the seeming distance, but he doesn't comment on it. It's an odd thing, the divide, but it's one of Mitchell's own making, and he knows it. It's not something he's used to, but it is a necessity. If Bradbury is so far in the past, maybe it's best to keep the distance. That was the entire point of it all. ]

Shit, that sounds like a fucking terrible idea.

[waiting]

Because your idea of food is a cup of coffee, or because you'll actually have to let people into Gracie Mansion voluntarily?

[ The banter was on autopilot, almost careless. though perhaps he was flagging a bit, running out of inane things to say. Though that, in itself, was funny to think about. Maybe it was just the energy to keep it up for this long that was starting to run out, making the quips come a little flatter, smile a little more faded. ]

[viced]

[ Mitch could hardly notice it, being the sort that didn't pick up on every cue if he wasn't looking for it, or maybe it was the willful ignorance of playing pretend.

He would continue to play it off, because it was simpler and easier to make it so. ]

Hey, it's a historical fucking site, I'm not going to just let anybody traipse around in it.