One family holiday down, one to go.

Good thing I have work and homework.

Fernando had been really, really glad that he'd convinced his family to come to Arches for Thanksgiving. Still, he didn't think he was going to look at a turkey the same way again.

He was camped out at the cafe again during a break in classes. His glasses were shoved onto his forehead and he was scowling at his computer screen.

"Well that just doesn't make sense."

I have failed at coming up with an idea for you all for the holidays, so I'm reverting to an old favorite: If you would like a piece of holiday art, rep here and tell me what! I'm up for banners, icons, manips, practically anything! It could even not be game related if you prefer (gasp!).

I'm cross-posting this all over the place, so please be kind and only request once.

PS: If you're curious, examples can be found at http://stargazing.fandomnet.com/artind.html

[X-posted]

( Private )

prolix
\proh-LIKS\
adjective

1 : unduly prolonged or drawn out : too long
2 : marked by or using an excess of words

There's no way to talk about "prolix" without being redundant, verbose, and wordy. That's because the word is a synonym of all of those terms. Of those words, "prolix" is the one most likely to suggest unreasonable and tedious dwelling on details. It derives from prolixus, a Latin term meaning "extended" or "copious." Prolixus originated from a combination of the prefix pro- (which means "forward") and the past participle of liquēre, a verb meaning "to be fluid." True to that history, something that is prolix flows on and on.

I do believe I have a tendency to resemble this remark. Although I hope that my attention to details is neither unreasonable nor tedious.

Turns out my cousin is one smart dude. Of course, I already knew that.

Is it wrong to think it would have been fun to pit the rabid turkeys against the rabid shoppers on Black Friday?

In honor of me being officially back to work and all that, I'm having a free day. That's right! This Sunday, come play at Freak Nation for free!

( Tony )

ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

( James )

( Shep )

One more semester and then I have to. Um. Figure out what to do with the rest of my life. Besides babysit Certain People. Geez.

Cameron was just a little bit late, throwing Tommy a sheepish smile as he joined him at the table. "One of the kids was having a rough day, got kinda tied up. Sorry."

I broke two fingers.

Ask me how -- and about the other guy.

Current Mood: aggravated

Most days I have a sort of not-quite-acceptance about things that allows me to be functional in the present and not pissed off at the past or terrified of the future. Most days.

Then there are days like today when I end up with a kidney infection that doens't hurt (because I can't feel it) but does make me close to incontinent and miserable, and a visit with a doctor who insists on shoving the risks of pressure sores and loss of bone density down my throat.

Then I'm not functional because I'm pissed off at everything and terrified that I'm going to live long enough to *have* a future.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my weekly whine.

I am coming out publically on Janurary 1st. I have no idea how the news will be taken, but I'm finding that I no longer much care. Hiding it, or attempting to, is an exercise in both the ridiculous and the futile.

Hello. My name's Jack.

I'd like to say that the introduction isn't necessary, but given how out of touch with everyone I've been -- Well, let's just say, I think a re-introduction's the least of what I owe folks.

What's been happening and what have I missed? In people's lives, not the city.

( Note left for Gordon on the bedstand the morning after Thanksgiving )

I had a look at the youth crime statistics for this year yesterday. Depressing reading.

( Mara )

( Nick )

Despite the rabid poultry I really enjoyed this Thanksgiving.

Going back to work seems so anti climatic.

( Jo )

Don't want to go back to work.

Yep. Gonna have to tack on twenty extra swimming laps for all the food I've consumed.

Plus side? Thanksgiving leftovers from three Thanksgivings! Scoooooooooooore.

Thus starts the suicide season. There will be plenty of self inflicted deaths to keep me busy enough right up to the New Year.

( Private )

Now, who wants Christmas cookies?

That ... was the most hilarious holiday dinner ever.

Plus leftovers.

I'm so glad my camera has video on it. This is so going on YouTube.

Soooooooooo, who killed enough attack turkeys to have leftovers until March?

Ohyeah. Turkey samiches are delicious.

And now, the holiday season has begun.

Along with a lot of work for me.

Hm. Day off.

Going for coffee.

Fuck me.

( Private )

Andre, ironically, did not go to either of the Thanksgivings to which he was invited. Because he had no idea what to do with two invitations and, unable to make a choice, went and volunteered at a soup kitchen instead.

People wanting to see him freaked him out. Being invited out of obligation freaked him out more.

The sink in Malorie's kitchen was filled with soap and water. Sam tested the water, made sure that it wasn't too hot, before he snapped on the yellow rubber gloves with a pensive look on his face. Well, this was certainly one way to make sure he stayed in one place.

Yes, he was thinking of killing a large number of turkeys, yes considering everything that happened it made sense that the people he loved wanted him to be safe.

On the other hand, he really wanted to kill some turkeys.

He sighed, and started to scrub his first place. "At least when I'm done with this, maybe I can actually have some pie."

( Cassidy, Kay, Alex, Dahlia )

The last couple of years Sophus had spent his Thanksgiving at the soup kitchen. This year wasn't going to be any different - apart from his stopping by Cassidy's office on the way to drop off food. He knew her - chances were she'd be there.

In keeping with today's plot.

Shoot the attacking turkeys!

Hey.

Forget what you see in the media.

Not exactly dead. I think.

...I'm getting those turkeys. Just as soon as my family releases me.

You got another one.

Look out for angry turkeys.

Love you.

Sam sighed as he sat on the examination table, grumbling softly as he answered another text that he wasn't dead, and yes, the turkeys killed him - Hah Hah Hah. He just wanted his clothes and he wanted to get out of here and kill some turkeys ...

Or at leas stab one viciously at the dinner table. His mother made it very clear that he was staying right where he was and he wasn't doing anything but BE with everyone he loved today.

Yeah, there was something he wanted to avoid. Or not. So complex, what went through his mind as he fell. He frowned at his phone, not really seeing it, lost in his own thoughts.

A short, dark haired doctor walked out of the operating room, pulling down his surgical mask. His scrubs were splattered with blood, and his blue eyes were grim as he faced the Tyler family, and Malorie. He exhaled softly, looking around with regret. "I'm sorry ... there was just way too much internal damage. We lost him - "

There was a shriek of something near terror, and he turned towards the noise, blinking as the two doors leading from the operating theatre banged open, and E. Sam Tyler stood there, with a sheet wrapped around his middle and a furious expression on his face.


E. Sam stood there, staring at his family, whole and untouched, and growled, "Where. Is. My. BLOODY. gun? There are THIRTY TURKEYS out there about to be arrested for ATTEMPTED MURDER and PISSING ME OFF!"

There was a moment of silence.

He stared at them, then waved his hands, "What?!"

Dr. Baker slumped to a wall, just staring. Tobey jumped into his father's arms and his mother followed, half sobbing and half hitting him on the arm.

"...all right, now everyone's just bloody mad." He sighed and hugged Tobey. "What else would I expect on a Seven?"

Wow, you know the news just said you were killed by a turkey. You'd better correct that right away because I could die of laughter and that would suck.

"...These attacking turkeys have already claimed the lives several people, including the life of Detective Samuel Tyler, of Tampa's 3rd District. According to eye-witnesses, Detective Tyler and a patrolman who cannot be reached for comment at this time, were investigating reports of an animal attack at Smythe and Weston, a local Tampa law firm. They were overwhelmed, and Detective Tyler was carried off by the horde, to be shoved through a window, where he fell six stories to his death..."

Sam's in the hospital, and it's serious. Can I drop Aimee with you for the night?

( To the Tylers )

( Malorie )