Hand Turkeys and Black Friday
Nov. 21st, 2019 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coldsongThe Nexus is peaceful today. Autumn has been busy, her handwork on display on the trees everywhere, foliage in vibrant, fiery colors, and tumbling down here and there in graceful miniature ballets. There is a cool breeze, gentle but with a nip that warns of icy weather to come, and as it circles around the Nexus it scoops up the leaves in whirls and eddies, sending them skittering in twos and fours and half-dozens to collect at visitors' feet.
In a few corners where small piles have collected, something beneath the dry leaves rustles. Even when the wind is still, the gentle shuffling continues. Is that an animal, or...?
Wait. No, if the casual wanderer looks more closely, it appears to be small papers, each shaped like the handprint of a child, decorated with wide-spaced eyes, wings scrawled with marker, stickers decorating each finger to look like a tail, and yellow triangles stuck on the 'thumb' to make a beak.
Yes. They're hand turkeys. Flat, confused, tiny hand turkeys being blown amongst the leaves. Their wings are mere lines, their legs are pipe cleaners, and they are utterly unable to do more than flop about under their own power, but every now and again one protests in a quiet but distinct OBBLEobbleobbleobble!
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Given that not all Nexus residents are even human, let alone American, it's never a given Thanksgiving should be celebrated on a particular Thursday in November there. Nor is it a given that the day after should be a day of wild commerce and potential brawls over bargains. Still, there are enough humans from enough worlds that celebrate these weird annual rituals that some of the stores are prepared to accommodate them.
Fortunately for all concerned, the anti-violence field prevents anyone from getting hurt in the name of Doorbuster deals.
Loki is not all that interested in sales for sales' sake, but the children need clothes for Yule, and there are a few gifts he may as well buy, and so he finds himself out in the mid-morning, after the worst traffic has calmed. Dressed in a black peacoat and a long green-and-gold scarf, he peers in windows on either side of the plaza as he meanders with a cup of coffee in his gloved hands. He'll be looking for shops with fewer patrons for browsing, but ultimately he's planning to end up at a certain tailor's establishment.
((Semi-open Nexus post! Anyone is welcome to stumble across a hand turkey for the lolz. Loki will be trying to collect them, but not all that hard. Hand turkeys will be unable to do any harm to anyone beyond a minor papercut, and they cannot walk, although they may be able to hitch and drag themselves a little bit on pipecleaner legs.
The very lucky may also find a snake or two made of dry pasta strung on yarn and decorated with markers and glitter. The kids have been busy.
Tags will be slow. Please only tag in with one character unless we've talked something over where plots are concerned, so I don't get too far behind.))
In a few corners where small piles have collected, something beneath the dry leaves rustles. Even when the wind is still, the gentle shuffling continues. Is that an animal, or...?
Wait. No, if the casual wanderer looks more closely, it appears to be small papers, each shaped like the handprint of a child, decorated with wide-spaced eyes, wings scrawled with marker, stickers decorating each finger to look like a tail, and yellow triangles stuck on the 'thumb' to make a beak.
Yes. They're hand turkeys. Flat, confused, tiny hand turkeys being blown amongst the leaves. Their wings are mere lines, their legs are pipe cleaners, and they are utterly unable to do more than flop about under their own power, but every now and again one protests in a quiet but distinct OBBLEobbleobbleobble!
----
Given that not all Nexus residents are even human, let alone American, it's never a given Thanksgiving should be celebrated on a particular Thursday in November there. Nor is it a given that the day after should be a day of wild commerce and potential brawls over bargains. Still, there are enough humans from enough worlds that celebrate these weird annual rituals that some of the stores are prepared to accommodate them.
Fortunately for all concerned, the anti-violence field prevents anyone from getting hurt in the name of Doorbuster deals.
Loki is not all that interested in sales for sales' sake, but the children need clothes for Yule, and there are a few gifts he may as well buy, and so he finds himself out in the mid-morning, after the worst traffic has calmed. Dressed in a black peacoat and a long green-and-gold scarf, he peers in windows on either side of the plaza as he meanders with a cup of coffee in his gloved hands. He'll be looking for shops with fewer patrons for browsing, but ultimately he's planning to end up at a certain tailor's establishment.
((Semi-open Nexus post! Anyone is welcome to stumble across a hand turkey for the lolz. Loki will be trying to collect them, but not all that hard. Hand turkeys will be unable to do any harm to anyone beyond a minor papercut, and they cannot walk, although they may be able to hitch and drag themselves a little bit on pipecleaner legs.
The very lucky may also find a snake or two made of dry pasta strung on yarn and decorated with markers and glitter. The kids have been busy.
Tags will be slow. Please only tag in with one character unless we've talked something over where plots are concerned, so I don't get too far behind.))