FOUR. [RL with secrets family, post-virus]

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[This is the collective commentspam post for their Thanksgiving day, I'll start some setting threads and you guys can tag in or add your own. :>

This is set in Elektra's huge ass mansion.]

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ARRIVALS

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Re: ARRIVALS

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[Bruce hadn't been to a Thanksgiving dinner since he'd been with Betty five years ago. She liked to make him be social and enjoy things, which was a big reason he'd fallen in love with her. Seeing the same tendency in Elektra now wasn't helping the moving on process, but he put that aside and ducked into the house.

He was dressed as presentable as was possible for someone that was near perpetually indigent, with slacks and a button down open over a T-shirt. Backpack still on, as he could never quite bring himself to leave it somewhere even when worldhopping, he looked a little scruffy. That probably wouldn't surprise anyone here.]

Hello?

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[Elektra on the other hand had dressed up in a red dress with silver jewelry to match that necklace she never seemed to take off. The house was even emptier than usual after Elektra sent away the staff to enjoy the holiday leaving only her bodyguards milling about. Thankfully he didn't land anywhere near them.]

Bruce?

[Her heels clicked against the floor as made her way over to the source of that voice. She offered a small smile once she found him.]

Was the backpack necessary?

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[He smiled back sheepishly.] Probably not, I just can't bring myself to leave it anywhere. Habit.

[He shrugs it off and holds it in one hand.] Happy Thanksgiving.

KITCHEN / COOKING

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Re: KITCHEN / COOKING

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[Bruce is... being domestic and cooking. He's probably one of three people in existence that can put together a last minute Thanksgiving and not look stressed by it at all.

You should come nag him and steal food. All of you.]

[namedfortragedy]

[Elektra is hovering and sampling your food. Why? She's completely impressed by this and it's painfully obvious that the virus had gotten one thing right; Bruce missed his true calling of being a domestic partner.]

You know if it weren't for the fact we met each other over a possessed website and might be from two entirely different universes I'd hire you to be my personal cook.

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I'm not that good, [he says modestly. It's not put upon - he isn't anything that incredible and he knows it. He just has the right kind of personality to follow recipes well and remember trends.] And you wouldn't want to pay my insurance bills anyway.

[Bruce doesn't pause in his careful measuring and mixing as they talk, glancing regularly at the recipe and working with a deliberateness that is really more suited to toxic chemicals.]

DINNER

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AFTER DINNER

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Dexter doesn't manage to pry himself away from Deborah until a bit later in the evening, but he hasn't forgotten. How could he forget?

He arrives as everyone's dispersed to gather dessert, his favorite. His favorite time to eat cold turkey, that is. He had worn one of his nicer shirts, a soft pastel pattern with those mother-of-pearl buttons, and he was feeling pretty good about himself.

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[Like any good hostess Elektra was ready to greet him even if she didn't know the exact time he would be showing up. She was in red dress with matching heels and silver jewelry to match the necklace around her neck.]

Happy Thanksgiving. You made it in time for dessert.

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Ah - [you startled him a bit but have a smile anyway] Happy Thanksgiving to you too. It was difficult to manage, but I got away...

[heaps cold turkey and gravy and stufffinnngg and potatoes and cranberry sauce - which is supposed to be cold - and finds a roll]

I feel like this holiday is much more satisfying when you don't actually have to cook. [wound up in the kitchen with Deb all morning pretending to help her but mostly keeping the building from burning down~]

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