A "Time" to Be Thankful

[strongerthanyouknow]

Maybe it's been a few months, maybe it's been a few years. Maybe it's all just started, or maybe you've been gone a while, or maybe you've never even though of going away at all. Maybe the week was bad, or maybe the week was good. But all of that is to the side for this one day, or at least it's to the side enough to get you into the room for the day.

There's cooking to do, and more food to eat than any rowdy bunch of children could plow through in one night. It looks like someone got in the decorating mood, and someone else found music, and there's never been a lack of drinks to be found in a pinch around The Waverider. Those might even be poppers someone left on the table. And there might even be the threat of movies while you wait, or later on into the night.

Saddle up, Arrowverse. It's time for a Legends Thanksgiving.








[ This is your free for all space, Legends players. Whatever time frames you want, whatever events, whatever threads, whatever character interactions. Toss your self about. All characters from all times, all versions of all characters, play by however many people want to be here, and any sort of magic or chaos you'd like to drag in. Everything is welcome here. This is my favorite dysfunctional-functional family, and every single one of them is welcome. Anyone and everyone from the show, at any point, anywhere. Threads do not have to match or mingle. It's all whatever will make your heart the happiest on this day. Wave your hands and make it work. If you need/to throw yourself at some planning or want to request certain characters, or plot or whatnot, there's a plurk over here, as well.

Come one, come all, for a Legends Thanksgiving this fall. ]

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Sara Lance { Wall-Leaner Extraordinaire

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara's leaning against a wall, with one of those familiar crystal glasses in her hand. A favorite in a whiskey double, but she's not drinking it too fast today (and, okay, maybe she allowed Ray to put an orange peel in the glass, and it's got a ribbon around it, like most of the other glasses in here). She's just watching everyone in there, holding it not far from her chest, and maybe it all reminds her a little of home.

A little of a place more than a decade and half old,
traditions that are gone, and people who are, too.

But just as much there's this curve to her mouth, watching the chaos of the room. The rise and the fall of all the voices, as they laugh and jostle each other and argue over food, and the fight each other over the details of stories they were all here and not here for. It's not that bad as replacements cobbled from nowhere, and never expected, go.



It's really not bad at all.

[hottestrogue]

Mick's terrible at mingling and is right now digging into the food. Eventually he glances up and notices Sara. He grabs another few bites and then a beer before he heads over, clinking his bottle against her glass.

"Anything going to shit yet?"

A Hawk Comes Home

[warriorwithwings]

Kendra doesn't know how Gideon found her or issued an invitation but she'd arrived anyway with two bottles of a wine older than she is. She is sipping some of that wine from one of the crystal glasses and smiling at all the friends new and old she's getting to know. If she's being honest she'd missed the ship and the people on it more than she'd like to admit to.

Maybe that's why she came without her better half tonight...at least that is what she was telling herself.

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's impossible to resist the cheer, and really they don't have enough days around here that just this good. No alarms going off. No bells ringing. No abberations, or anachronisms, or fugitives. Just them, and the food, and the chaos of everyone somehow managing to fit into this space.

One of the times Sara manages to extricate herself from the table, meaning to head a piece of one of those pies that she'd been eying earlier, she has to stop in passing. The smile is easier right now than it usually is, and by that more real, even if people can so much ses the difference always, and Sara gives into it.

"Not too shabby when we put our mind's to it, right?"

Which Snart Are You Again

[citizen_cold]

Leo can be found in the kitchen humming along with the music and turning out treats using leftovers that shouldn't be possible for any human being. But he's good at making something out of nothing and he enjoys it to boot. Leo is more relaxed then the last time he was one the ship. Part of the reason for that is on his left hand, a simple silver band that proclaims for everyone to see without Leo having to say a word that he is very, very taken now.

He takes a sip from a bottle now and then as he works happy to enjoy his friends company.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara's in a light mood, and maybe it shows when she appears out of nowhere at Leo's arm. Back on the counter, and a hip, whens he turns toward him. A glass in hand, full of what seems to be eggnog, but the smart would not discount that it means Sara Lance doesn't have something in it. Even better though is the smile, even though there's still just that little bit of reserve in her so light, ocean eyes that never quite leaves.

Not even when the smile is quite, quite real, and she's feeling more relaxed than normal.

"So, tell me--" Is gameful, almost even errantly, mockingly, playful. Maybe she has had a few to get here. To be quite this recklessly brave without a pause before it. To even be just this close. "--do we have a speech to look forward to today all about our feelings and family and yadda, yadda, yadda?"

[bringstheheat]

Did someone say food?
Of course if there's anything going on in the kitchen Mick is there.

He never owned up to roasting the bird or making half the feast on his own, but the crew knows well enough to enjoy and not call attention to a rare scratch-cooked meal.

Sooner or later Mick will head his way.
It's like any Snart has this kind of weird gravitational pull over him.

"So, other Ray making an honest man outta you?"

I'm just here for the food

[lostsoulwizard]

John doesn't bother hiding his distaste for this whole thing. He has a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other and his feet up on one of the smaller tables. He is still getting used to this whole "family" idea and he might bristle a bit if approached. Still there was something about listening to all the voices and smelling all the holiday food that puts a slight curve to John's mouth as he sips from his glass.

Re: I'm just here for the food

[raymondofthepalms]

Ray might be a little bit too focused most of the time, a little too oblivious, he doesn't mean to be, it's just who he is. That being said, Ray is an observer and he has been watching John.

"You could just admit you like us, you know?" Ray said, from his place behind John.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara is a brat, at times. He should have well figured that out by now. But in case he needs the reminder, Sara makes her way to the table on one of her many rounds of the day. There's a plate with pie in one hand, fork held by the thumb of it, and a drink in the other, and without any pause, she still gives a kick to his feet that are up on one of her tables. What. Maybe it's ruining the blindingly tacky tablecloth that someone mistakenly threw on it, from whatever decade they thought it would look good from.

(Maybe she just likes the excuse.


At least it wasn't his cigarette.)

"You--" Her voice drawls, with absolutely nothing like an apology or even remotely like ownership for starting there. "--could pretend it's not killing you to have to be social on a normal holiday."

[hottestrogue]

Mick frowns when he sees John. What was he doing here? He still doesn't like John, but for some reason did Sara insist they needed. He sighs and picks up a fresh beer and a couple of slices of pie before he heads over and puts one down in front of John before he sits down next to him.

Mick & Sara { Send me on my way still smiling

[strongerthanyouknow]

[ Linked from here. ]

Sara leaves her boot where it has stopped, after kicking the arm. On the side of it. An inch, maybe an inch and half from the arm he has on that one. Looking none the slightest like she cares really about this whole thing she's goading him about. Especially, when she has the audacity to smile oh so prettily, like sunshine through stained glass, like butter wouldn't dare melt in her mouth, and she was the saint of knowing these things, and says, "Because it's polite?"

[bringstheheat]

Mick snorts at the very idea, a sound made far less impressive as someone deposits a paper crown on his head courtesy of one of the crackers scattered around the room.

He doesn't take it off.
"Yeah, cause we're all so big on manners here."

Post-Slabside for Ollie

[havingprecision]

It was a good idea, a raucous gathering of friends and family aboard the Waverider, far from the crises that waited for them back home.

Oliver hasn't lost the shadows from Slabside, not yet. But his beard is trimmed up and he's got a glass similar to Sara's in his hand. Here on the ship he can breathe again, stop watching every shadow and remember what it is to be human.

There's a small smile on his face, one reserved only for Sara as he joins her. "Not a bad little get together."

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara can't help the way her smile softens. There's something about Oliver that draws that out of her. That, unlike John, doesn't just drag out those hardest truths she would anything but put into words, but draws out something deeper. Something older. The word isn't exactly softer, but it's in there sometimes, too. Maybe it's just as equally more real.

"Don't let them fool you." Sara gestures with her glass, but there's something in her light, ocean eyes that absolutely admits her a liar even as she says it. "I still want to kill all of them at least twenty times a day."

Things to give thanks for one this day, the next:

That Oliver is out of prison. That Oliver is at her side.
That Oliver is recovering his own smile, again.
That she can give him this, too.

Kara Danvers { if every year, we could gather here

[iamsupergirl]

Kara Danver has a paper crown and a smile the rivals the sun. She can't help it, and can't help adoring, how much she's spent laughing. Okay, maybe Sara still unnerves her, as much as Mick Rory's calling her skirt, but she can't help that she just falls into step, rambling about the absolute perfection of Thanksgiving, of the importance of getting together, of giving thanks for all that's good in your life, with Ray, and that she's counting down the arrival of Barry and his people, too.

And, and, and the fact no one really balked, except Alex, about the fact she brought not one, not two, but three Chocolate Pecan Pies, which are just sitting there on that endless dessert table, tempting her with the promsie of the best course of this meal being the last one.

[chosenbylightning]

Barry Allen wouldn't miss this for the world. Or any world. Arriving through a breach with arms heavy with food - pies, empanadas and a big jug of egg nog. He's grinning at the sight the second he steps through, setting down his food to deliver hugs to Ray and Oliver and Nate and finally Kara.

Of course by then he's got his own paper crown on.

"I'm so glad you guys made it!"

Caitlin Snow - And this is my family

[snowandfrost]

When she saw there were way too many people in the kitchen, Caitlin volunteered to help set the table and made her way around, folding napkins, setting up glasses, plates, utensils, and taking her time to fold and set each item down neatly. In the last few years, Team Flash and Team...well, all of them had taken the place of her actual family.

She looked around and smiled softly, knowing she'd prefer the converted Lounge at STAR Labs than her mother's home where ten words may be spoken between the two women the entire night. At least here, it was warm and full of laughter.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Blue jeans and off days aren't a big normal thing around the Waverider, but who was Sara to turn down such a nice invite, in an unexpected lull between missions. She comes in all swagger and the curve of a showy smile, as she looked around, "Did I hear someone called for a party?"

Barry Allen - An Earth-2 Thanksgiving

[commanderspecs]

Barry was his own whirlwind around the kitchen as he checked on the food and prepared for the feast that lay ahead of them all. Red apron on, brows furrowed in concentration as he hops from one station to another: turkey, stuffing, yams, potatoes. Luckily enough, he had prepped the pies the day before so that he could just pop it in the oven while dinner was happening.

Wooden spoon in hand, he peeked at the turkey through his oven door again before looking up at the wall clock.

Everyone should start arriving soon.

[al_sahm_al_akhdar]

He hasn't had a feast like this in years. A real Thanksgiving feast, headed up by his Barry and his friends from across worlds.

Even as Oliver Queen he was useless in the kitchen. So he sets the table as directed and sharpens the carving knives. Simple duties.

Oh Look Who Showed Up-Clark Kent

[super_cuz]

Clark felt a little out of place on the ship, but Kara had begged him to come and meet her friends and when your family asks for something you don't really say no. Besides Lois would kill him if he didn't bring back interesting information about a time ship and meta humans.

So here he was one of his mom's pumpkin pies in hand as he looked around and took in all the noise and fun.

Re: Oh Look Who Showed Up-Clark Kent

[iamsupergirl]

This is -- SO -- perfect.

Kara might never -- EVER -- stop smiling.

One Thanksgiving with her family, and their extended family of friends. Another here, and that she got to bring Alex and Jonn and even Clark agreed to come along, if Lois couldn't make it. "Oh. My. God."

There is a Kara Danvers at your elbow seconds later. Maybe a little faster than was humanly possible. Her eyes are bright and wise silver dollars as she manages to close her mouth, then open it, already reaching out a hand to help. "Are these Aunt Martha's pies? Tell me they are. The house must have smelled amazing."

Nora Allen - You thought Henry did the cooking?

[haveagoodheart]

It was supposed to be just the three of them: Nora, Henry, and Barry for Thanksgiving.

But as she set the timer for the turkey, she heard the doorbell ring. Confused, the redhead pulled off her mittens and made her way over to the front door. Barry had been playing at the Wests' and Henry had work until six.

Already, the house began to fill up with the smells of what was shaping up to be a lovely thanksgiving dinner for the small family and, while she did make enough to last them the week, she wondered if they would have any surprise guests.

When she pulled open the door, she was certainly surprised by who was standing there.

[chosenbylightning]

Gideon had requested Barry stand in one certain spot on the Waverider before triggering a doorway used by the Time Bureau.

Tears blur his vision as it activates and he's staring into his childhood.

Oh Gideon.

"Mom?"

A Thankgiving Suprise-Detective Lance

[detectivelance]

Quentin was never going to get used to this whole mulitverse, time travel, meta human life he seemed to be living now. But he wasn't about to give up a family holiday just because he was weirded out by dopplegangers and superpowers.

So here he was bottle of wine in hand feeling the warmth of the ship and the people inside it.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Just wait until someone spilled the beans that angels and demons and magic was real, and getting toward normal, now, too.

"Dad!" It's not quite a yell, but it's loud enough to call attention to just what corner of the room Sara happened to be in at that point, when Sara is pushing out a small knit group of people working on something or other, and heading toward him in fast, direct steps. "I'm glad you made it."

Even if he looks a little out of place, a little uncertain about the whole room, Sara doesn't even try to deny. Something in her eases that never does. Makes it easier to smile, to breathe, to push up on her toes and give him a hug, with the kind of no thought to it that no one gets out of even considering touching Sara around her.

What is this-Rip Hunter

[youbroketime]

Rip stood inside the doorway to the main cabin of the Waverider and just stared. He'd read his history, done the missions, made his choices and now he was seeing history for himself. And not the League at it's full strength...but the League as a family.

He glanced around then up at the roof of the ship "Alright," he told Gideon softly, "maybe I needed to see this after all."

Family is Family Right-Harry Wells

[dr_wells]

Harry walked onto the ship slightly nervous. He hadn't been back to Earth 1 since he'd fled last year and he was still embarrassed by his actions at STAR LABS. His memory was getting better thanks to Jesse and her team and she'd encouraged him to go and have fun when Gideon's invitation had arrived.

He came holding a cake and he looked for a place to set it down then he goes looking for his drink.

Oh look a hacktivist

[nutallergy]

Felicity was trying to blend into the woodwork to be honest. She was super happy that her quasi-family, oh who was she kidding, these people were her family, she was happy that they were all getting together, but her emotions were all over the place.

She tried every breathing technique she could think of, but she probably still looked like she needed to relax. She had brought ice cream, well creams, because she just couldn't decide.

She was busying herself by arranging the containers and bowls.