((Wee! NPC event, just drop in if your char was there (or somewhere else, I'm easy) and enjoying the whole Thanksgiving Day thing. With lasagna because lasagna, man. Forgive the lack of images and such, I'm stretched extremely thin this time around. Or feel free to add any cool images in. Post in any time. :3))
"I can't believe how generous people have been!" The imp cheerfully told the large shuffling box train behind her. The sound of dozens of little feet, trudging through the snow, almost drowning out her words.
"Nova was absolutely certain that the right outfit choice would help and I guess he was right. I wasn't sure that the sword and flames would scream charity, but after he explained that we were collecting for veterans." Paused to look down at the nearest box. "Fine! After he explained what a veteran was too." Rolled dark eyes at the box, as it inexplicably looked smug. Which was a feat, for something that only sported hinges and a lock.
"He helped make my costume and said I needed a sword because it represented the wars the veterans survived and I had to have flames. For like. Drama."
She made a snorting sound. Darn know it all luggage. Decided to ignore it and continued walking. Waiting till she heard the boxes following, to speak again.
"What I don't understand is, how simply lazy everybody seems to be. I know it's for charity, but you'd think it would be better, if they picked what they didn't want anymore. But nooooo!" Waved the sword in the air. The flames in her wake making it flash and gleam, with reflected fire light.
Huffed a breath out. The sword coming to rest over her shoulder. "They just take one look at me and tell me to take what I want. They don't even wait to see what I'm going to say or care what charity it is for. They just seem to be in a rush to leave .."
"Ah ha! That must be the hotel I'm meant to drop off all these donations. Come on Trunkie train." It didn't take all that long to unload the very generous offerings delivered by the walking trunks. The veterans had lived long enough, to not find anything all that strange anymore. Even Fae.
"Oh I think I can fit in a little more charity work yet." As she was offered something to eat by one of the helpers. "But maybe just the one cake "
So with the chocolate fairy cake in the one hand and the incredibly sharp looking sword in the other. Fae made her way back out into the town. Charity was fun.
Alura entered the Crystal Cafeteria at around a quarter to noon, with two of her lads behind her carrying boxes of donations: clean and warm clothes, enough to make complete winter outfits for a half-dozen folk. She carried a shopping bag laden with canned meats and vegetables. Once they had dropped off the donations, she gestured for her companions to mingle. More than a few of her girls and boys were already present, on their own or with friends. Or clients. With the Touch closed for the holiday, they had to drum up business somewhow, though why it was a holiday, she wasn't sure. She supposed it made those with feel good to be charitable to those without. Her lord had instructed her to attend, and so she was there. To all outward appearances, she even seemed to be enjoying herself, and indeed she was, in a way; at the very least, the whole affair afforded some amusement.
Besides, the food was good.
The Twilight Zone marathon was a new experience. She knew of television, of course--most of the 'comfort rooms' at the Touch had a TV--but that series intrigued her. The episode with the masks that changed their wearers' faces was perhaps her favorite. She would have to remember that little trick for another time.
Through it all, she smiled and played the part of the light-hearted courtesan. It was an easy role to fill, for now.
