Owls and Open RP: Nothing says Thanksgiving like Pharmaceutical Fruitcake

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((Backdated to Thanksgiving Day))


Geoffrey-

Happy Thanksgiving! I know fruitcake’s more Christmas-y, but it’s my friend’s special recipe. Just don’t drink or drive after you’ve eaten it, okay?

-Molly



Nny and Devi,

Hi guys! Happy Thanksgiving. I’m a shitty cook, but I made fruitcake--Nny honey, you might want to avoid this, since it’s got Vicoden and stuff in it, but Devi might enjoy it.

Love,
Molly



Arya,

Happy Thanksgiving! (It’s a fairly major holiday in the part of the world I’m from--basically you get together with your family and eat yourself sick.) Here’s some fruitcake, though don’t eat much at once and really don’t mix it with alcohol. Let me know if you want to get in some sword practice soon.

-Molly



Cyclona-

Hi! I met you at your Sorting, though I don’t know if you remember me. Anyway, happy Thanksgiving--this is some of my friend Mavis’s fruitcake, which is tasty and fun but which you shouldn’t mix with alcohol. Like, ever.

-Molly




Doctor Maturin,

Hi. I never did give you a proper thank-you for the potion you made me, so I made some Thanksgiving fruitcake. It’s my friend’s recipe, and it’s good, but you really want to avoid drinking or operating heavy machinery for four to six hours after eating it.

-Molly



Jaime,

Happy Thanksgiving! I made some fruitcake, but don’t take it eat it with alcohol, and don’t drive or anything for a while.

-Molly



Shaun,

I know you’re not American, but happy Thanksgiving anyway, and have some fruitcake. I’ve sent some to your friend, too, and I’ll tell you what I’ve told her: don’t drink, and definitely don’t drive after you’ve eaten it, okay?

-Molly



Susan,

Your buddy’s not American and you’re not even from Earth, but happy Thanksgiving--all you really need to know about the holiday is that it’s an excuse for people to eat themselves insensible. I made fruitcake, but it’s special fruitcake, so don’t drink, drive, or otherwise do anything requiring any kind of hand-eye coordination for four to six hours.

-Molly



Miss (Mrs.?) Evans,

Hi. I don’t know if you’d remember me or not--you fixed my back up after I went and fell off the roof like a complete dumbass. Anyway, it’s Thanksgiving in America, so I’m giving out fruitcake--this stuff is good, but don’t eat it with alcohol, and definitely don’t drive for a while.

-Molly



Attached to each owl is a paper cup of small, pretty fruitcake cubes done up in waxed paper. They certainly look and smell appetizing, whatever else might be said of them.

It wasn't until the owls had been sent that Molly realized she'd massively overbaked--she had enough left over to send out probably twice the parcels she had.

Damn. Well, it really would be a shame to let it go to waste. People could be weird about eating something left out for common consumption, but maybe if the person who actually made it was there, it would be a little better. Might as well try, at least.

Accordingly, she hauled all her goodies down to the Great Hall, dragooning a small herd of house elves to help her set up a little stall. Some of them got some fruitcake, too, and wound up staggering off and occasionally bouncing into the walls, giggling. Molly smiled--it was always nice to see people properly enjoying the holidays.

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[schizowarrior.livejournal.com]

...Now that was interesting. Molly had more than once completely lost the line between herself and Kendra; she hadn't ever known anyone else with that same particular problem, though.

"He made you what you are?" she asked, intrigued. "So you know how the story ends?" She eyed the ink pot, for once totally unsure what to do with it. "Um, no thank you, I'm trying to quit."

[crossed-my-mind.livejournal.com]

He glared at her like she was completely stupid. "If I knew how it ends, I wouldn't be here, would I?" he pointed out. He tucked the ink pot back where it had come from. "He wrote me to bring the book back. He wrote me this way."

[schizowarrior.livejournal.com]

...Okay, even she was getting lost trying to follow his train of thought, and that said something right there. "Well, at least he's not here," she said encouragingly, munching more fruitcake--it was starting to kick in, now, and she grinned. "You don't have a Narrator, do you? Believe me, they're annoying little bastards. Mine made me fall off the roof once."