Topic: Day of Thanks (2013)

Race Bannen

Date: 2013-11-26 14:43 EST
"What all is left?" Race asks his assistant, Marcello.

"Drive and donation areas are swept and washed. The last of the workers is outside now applying the new coat of paint. We have about two hundred tables set and covered, and yes...we actually have enough seats this year." The red skinned man replies, marking each item off his list of items. "And the...rather generous, donation from the mystery organization is all ready set aside and itemized for dispersal."

"Good..good. And he food?" he tilts his head curiously.

"We have about sixty full sized hams cooking as we speak, plus that and add a quarter in turkey ready to go. Most of it is on warmers. Plus a handful of TurDuckEn...whatever the hell that is. Twenty Pumpkin pies are on ice plus different party platters of meat, cheese, and those sweet little-"

"Gherkins" The Mogul butts in.

"Yes...gherkins. That you like. Carrots, celery, cherry tomatoes, all that bit. Then there is also Pistachio ambrosia and several large trays of both turkey and chicken stuffing." Marcello concludes.

"Sounds like a good turn out. We usually have little extra left over by the end." He concludes.

"This is true, sir. Plus your expanded influence has helped in and of itself." the assistant reasons as he lowers his clipboard.

"Just a waiting game then as our dinner guests and helpers arrive." A grin on his face, the man went to busy himself with final checks and balances.

(this is an open story thread. Anyone with a character wishing to donate or help out serving food and organizing donations may do so. But please, no violence or antagonistic behavrior.))

Rhiannon D Harker

Date: 2013-11-27 04:05 EST
An envelope addressed to Race with a note, pictures, and a set of keys were dropped off.

Race,

Enclosed are pictures of a house we wish to donate to your worthy cause. It is your choice whether to raffle or auction off the house to raise funds or to give it to a family of your choosing. Household furnishings are provided by Navarra Farms. The new owner's pantry and fridge will be stocked courtesy of Nicole's Bistro before they take up residence. Just let us know what name should be recorded on the deed.

Some employees from Nicole's Bistro and Treasures of the Sea Jewelers have offered to help serve food to your guests.

If we can be of further assistance, please contact us.

Sincerely,

Rhiannon D. Harker
Public Relations
Harker and Hall Architecture Limited

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Raye

Date: 2013-11-27 19:36 EST
There was one thing that Raye enjoyed about her work. She enjoyed being able to help others. So when Race asked for help with his event, she couldn?t say no?

Doc arrived about an hour early to setup the makeshift clinic. She requisitioned an office connected to the hall, as privacy was key to this. She had recruited one of the nurses in her department who was the mother of a couple of her students to help with intake and vaccinations.

Some of the residents of the city were unsure about going to the larger clinics. They were either poor or afraid of these bigger facilities. Doc recognized this and had sent out several of her Roda to let people known about the dinner and clinic. Word of mouth would draw in those in need. The members of the Roda would be a familiar face to many. Doc had proven herself by helping people even though she had been confined to a wheelchair.

Many of the people were working poor; barely scraping by in-between the disasters that would rock the town. Many of them would just pick up the pieces and pray to whatever deity was listening that they could make it through another day without a rampage destroying their homes. Raye and Jocelyn knew first hand what that devastation felt like when the tower came down. However, they both knew that Mr. Batten would not let them down.

Once dinner was finished, the people that remained were treated to a Capoeira demonstration lead by their Maestre, Doc. This was her life, the place she belonged. The joy and the music was infectious?

A bright spot in tough times?

Janie

Date: 2013-11-27 21:00 EST
She was happily chewing on her bottom lip, for it tasted strangely reminiscent of vanilla and clove, as she waited for the crates to be unloaded. The Scathachians had been working to grow a larger than usual crop on the grounds of the sanctuary. They had amassed enough to stock their own larder, plus under the instruction of Isuelt, donate the lot to the Thanksgiving Feast headed by the Mogul. Apples, crookneck squash, almonds, rhubarb, potatoes, turnips, yams, acorn squash, carrots, parsnips, kale and fresh herbs had been carted with care by the Scathachian Sisterhood and Janie was to be the escort.

This pleased the beach bunny just fine. Seeing Race was always a treat. In fact, it had been a year since they'd actually met. She'd been helping with the festivities last year and had been impressed by the event. The sun-bleached blonde was wrapped up nearly beyond recognition, well to her. She was rocking back on the balls and heels of her feet, which were sporting boots. The rest of her body was nearly mummified in a soft cotton sweater and trousers that to her seemed nearly claustrophobic. Still, she oversaw the delivery and waltzed into the kitchens just behind the men who were whispering back and forth about her. With a twinkle in her eye and a spark in her step, she grinned. She loved being the center of attention. "I'm glad you blokes like to the look o'the offerin's. Grew 'em special...just for you, loves." Her legs breezed by them as the three of them stutter-stepped to a stop and looked over her shoulder, those oceanic blue eyes heavily fringed by lashes. "Mmmm...I know what I'm thankful for..." She wantonly let that hang in the air a moment as she looked each of the young men up and down before she slowly licked her lips and pushed through the large swinging doors out of the kitchen.

As she left the crates of produce and the kitchen staff in her wake, she could have sworn she heard a pot drop. Janie couldn't help but secure a satisfied and smug little smile on her lips as she looked around the place which was getting ready to receive Rhydinian citizens. It looked like Race and his staff had outdone themselves, yet again.

Ebon Ilnaren

Date: 2013-11-28 15:58 EST
The staff and fosterlings of Stardreamer Manor had arrived early to help as they could--the adults and older children assisting in the kitchens or with the donations, the younger children running to and fro delivering messages and instructions. Those who were too young to help were kept occupied under the watchful eye of Doran Ilnaren.

Ebon made his way through the hustle and bustle until he found Race. "Looks like there will be plenty for the dinner itself. I've got some carts full of longer-lasting food--grain, smoked and cured meats, home-canned fruit--all packaged for distribution to families that need it."

"From your place?" asked the Mogul.

"Indirectly," Ebon replied with a smile. "They come from farmholds and villages in the area, places grateful for aid in the past from me and mine, most recently in Hannibal's wake. They supplied the grain and meats... the fruit comes from Gory's orchards, though my kids all did the canning. So it was a true team effort." He clapped a hand on Race's shoulder. "Now then, where can I help?"

Race Bannen

Date: 2013-11-28 17:45 EST
Expelling a line of breath, he watches the Mission come to life. The donated home from Harker and Hall came as the biggest surprise of the day. Even now he was formulating the words in the thank you letter. Shifting from foot to food, he watches Janie move about the room instructing the workers...and torturing them at the same time.

"Really appreciate the gifts, Ebon." he replies to his friend with a welcoming smile and offers a squeeze to the man's shoulder.

"I should check the clinic line..thing's around the corner!" he exclaimed. Race expected a good turnout for the free vaccinations and exams, but it looked like more than the poor showed up.

Excusing himself from talking with Ebon, he heads to check in Raye's progress. Janie gets a playful pinch when he walks behind her, just breezing by like a ghostly wind.

Raye

Date: 2013-11-28 21:43 EST
With all the Outbreaks and disasters of late, people were flocking to any lifeline they could grasp. It was all Raye and Jocelyn could do to keep up. The hypo-injectors made the process that much quicker, but it was still involved.

She was keeping busy and all. Still, the Doctor had the clinic very organized and kept the line moving.

Janie

Date: 2013-11-29 15:31 EST
Always one for a good pinch, she shivered jokingly with a 'wooo' for Race as he passed by with a freebie. Her blonde head took a decided lean to the side as she watched him pass by. A long look as it turned out, coupled with a saucy grin on her lips. "Nice...." With a lick of her lips and a waggle of her eyebrows, she drew a breath and straightened up to spin around and see where she was needed.

"G'day, Mr. Ilnaren," a wave to Ebon and she noted that the one Isuelt called 'Doc' was over on the side doing something that had folks lined up in eagerness. The beach bunny decided to aid some of the staff with setting food out and greeting folks as they came looking for a spot to settle. She wrinkled her tanned nose a bit at the kids, murmuring something about 'ankle biters,' though it was extremely short-lived as the surfer found herself sitting amid a small horde of children no more than ten minutes later, spinning fairy tales from her homeland.