((I like the idea of everyone being at the same table. 
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Hallucinogen appeared out of nowhere in another chair, causing the random family to jump, and they jumped again when Schizophrenias appeared in the chair beside him.
"Uh. . ." Hallucinogen said, looking around nervously. "I'm, uh. . . thankful for. . ."
"Yeah, yeah, you're thankful for your little pink robot girlfriend, we KNOW already!" Schizo said dismissively. "Bah. What a stupid holiday. And you're way too predictable, Hal-chan."
"Hmmph," Hal grumbled, crossing his arms. "Like you aren't."
"Well, it's not like I'm going to say something soppy like you," Schizo said, leering at the green smokey illusionist. "Although, uh, she IS cute."
After the uncomfortable silence that followed in which Hal glared pointedly at his other self, Schizo cleared his throat.
"Ahem. I'm just thankful that it will all be over soon."
". . . Oh God," Hal groaned, facepalming. "Nobody listen!"
"You see, every day more people die, crime rates increase, tension between countries worsens, and gas prices rise," Schizo said sagely. "It's all getting worse and worse. Nothing will ever get better. The human race is doomed to wipe itself off the face of the Earth. And THAT is what I am thankful for, because for the first time. . . they will FINALLY have done something right!"
". . . Dangit, I TOLD you not to listen," Hal muttered at the random family mother, who was whimpering slightly.
A masked man and a cowboy walked in, "Bravo for Nilism." The cowboy yelled a bit unessacaryly at Schizo. "Get a load of the darkness on this guy Ziu, he's almost as bad as you without the whole self loathing bit."
The masked man revealed as Ziu turned and looked at the cowboy, "Knock it off Hermod. I think we're at the wrong house."
"I'm sure the others will find us." He said as he took a seat, "I'm thankful for so very many things. That my war buddies from the Rikti war are still alive and have rebuilt their lives. That my comdey career hasn't gotten any worse, though better would be nice. That I reached security level fifty... lots of things, you got anything to add little Z?"
Ziu sat down and scured a turkey leg with a spine. "Uh, sure. I'm thankful that Crey keeps making mistakes."
Fallon entered the room, the young inept witch walked over to the table and took her place across from Hermod so she culd glare at him. "I'm thankful for cold iron. Anyone seen Scaku?" She asked.
"Nope, sorry Fal." Hermod said.
"Don't call me that." She hissed.
"Right-o."
Robert Gross and Alex aka Tomboy walked in. "Alright, grub!" Alex said as she took a seat.
"You could atleast say what your thankfully for first." Rob said as he sat next to his roommate. "I'm thankful for Positron coming to give a seminar at the school."
"You and your obession with Positron." Alex said shaking her head, "Alright, I'm thankful that my gender can be easily kept a secret and I can be treated how I want."
"It makes it easier being as flat as you are." Rob mumbled like someone who had put up with the same joke being told over and over again. Rob suddenly found his face in the mashed patatos. Alex slowly lowered herself off the chair she was using for leverage to kick him in the back of the head with.
Boffin walked in with a bowl of something that smelled suspiciously spicy. "I'm thankful for Grants for SCIENTIFIC Research."
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At the Haven in an uncharted pocket dimension a gentleman and his villianly assocates sat down to eat. Author spoke up first, "I'm thankful for predictable polticitans and loyal asscocates like Dr. Phillis." He said as he sat down.
Honey Trap spoke up next, "I'm thankful for being with you sir." She said smiling at Author.
Cross the Werewolf spoke up next, "I'm thankful for wolfs bane and the mistaken belief that it affects me."
Alexandrite stood up, "Uh, I'm thankful that Author saved me from a life as a mindless drone..." The green skinned woman said turning red literaly and sitting down.
A being of pure existance appeared, "I'm thankful for the human concept of enlightenment." It did so much say as willed into existance.
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Somewhere in the Midwest Proto Matter watched a monitor waking Midas Phillis his arch rival and the object of both of their "affections" Cyba. "I'm thankful for Midas being such a fool as to miss some of my monitoring software! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The mad man said as his army of robots lined up being him.
As one the robots said, "We are thankful for our group mind which is thankful for it's ram upgrade."
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A young boy knocked out a secuirty gaurd with a quarterstaff as he put his hand on the alram system turning it off. "I'm thankful for all the businesses in the States effectively shutting down on thanksgiving." Lock said.
His sister appeared beinghim and used her mutant power to open the door. Key smiled and simply said, "Ditto."
A pack of Tro'Boyz, led by Snikker and Prikker, slammed open the door to the family's dining room.
"Tankful fur SOOPRDYN! Pass da burdee."
"Hoowah!"
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Back on Peregine island, the group thanksgiving was underway, and Curtis was praying.
"Oh Lawd, please 'elp us in th' days ter come, wedder we's killin' people or bustin' up supers, keep us'ns all safe 'n jail-free. Amen."
All throughout the hall, there was a resonating "Amen!" (and one call of "Headshot!") and they set to eating.
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"Hahah, punch him in the face again, comrade! It amuses me so."
"Thanksgiving?! You of the Longbow were alseep at your post for this worthless captialist waste of time?"
The two Ramiers cackled cruelly as their interrogation of the Longbow continued, blissfully unobservant of the holiday.
"Perhaps -" Cold War Ramier began, getting out a baseball bat and tossing it between his hands, "We should eat one of the capitalist birds?"
"Mayhaps from one of their family's tables!"
"Bahahah!"
Essex fired down the table, hugging as many people as she could (and spending a little extra time on Hal), before pausing at the end of the table, looking terribly flustered.
"I'm thankful that I don't have to eat!" she cried. "I don't have time to sit down for a big meal on Thanksgiving if I want to say 'Happy Thanksgiving' to all the people I hold dear!"
She paused, thinking about this.
"Though maybe that's something to be thankful for in itself..."
And with that, she fired back out the door towards Peregrine island, flanked by two large baskets of pumpkinbread muffins that hovered alongside her in a pulse-width modulated teleport sequence.
Rosalind just kicked her feet up on the table with a smirk.
"I'm thankful that I'm not [censored]' on active duty today. Bring on the MEAT!!" the were-human said, wagging her black and white tail wildly.
"I suppose..." Truefeather said, smiling from a seat at the table that really didn't stand out at all, "...that I am thankful for the opportunity to make the world a little more just. Oh, and for sweaters. I do dislike the cold."
Japancakes.
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Benny landed on the roof of the Cyrus Thompson Community Center, located in King's Row of Paragon City. Elaine rushed over to meet him.
"You called?" Benny looked around for gang activity, giant monsters, crazed terrorists or sneaky assasins. She'd sounded flustered and upset on the phone, and Benny Edison rarely heard the usually bubbly and optimistic Elusive upset. "Where's the fire?"
"No fire," she was breathless as she reached up and hugged him around the shoulders. Benny could sense her embrace, but since the nanites had taken over his body and turned his flesh into variants of polytetrafluoroethylene and alkaline-resistant kevlar 69 polymers, his sense of touch had been deadened somewhat. Still, analytically he could appreciate her sentiment, and carefully hugged back a little with his robot-like arms. "It's good to see ya Ben. This emergency is right up your alley!" She pulled back with a toothy smile, but he could see in her eyes she hadn't slept all night.
"What's wrong?"
"This way!"
Elusive led him to the roof entrance into the Community Center. Once inside all he could see was dark. Ben instinctively lit up his fists as if he were going to hit someone, and this lit their way down the stairs. Once they hit the landing, Ben started hearing the murmurs of a lot of people.
"What's going on? Sounds like a crowd's outside."
"There is. Don't you know what day this is?"
"Sorry hon but I had a big fight with some Crey last night," as his eyes adjusted to the large room they were rushing through, he saw long rows of empty tables and chairs. It seemed in a bit of disarray. "After I mopped them up and briefed the PPD, I was exhausted so I went home and then shut down to recharge. Your call woke me up."
"Hurry! It's in the basement!" She opened a door on the other end of the large room and jogged down the stairs. Benny followed behind her.
"What is?"
"A favor I need to ask of you. Did you have any plans for Thanksgiving, Benny?"
"Not really. Dad was my only kin. Now that he's passed away..."
"Makes you an orphan. Just like me."
"Well E, the way I hear you tell it you been an orphan all your life. Hasn't seemed to hurt you none."
"As a friend once explained to me, I'm a child of the city, so I'm not really an orphan so long as I serve Paragon.." She stopped in the dimly lit basement and took Ben's glowing hand in her own, then used his glow to light up a generator that was in the far corner of the room.
Benny suddenly understood what was going on, and self-styled detective that he was, he felt pretty dim-witted that it hadn't dawned on him until now. "You don't need me to beat up on bad guys for you? You just need me to fix your generator?"
"Benny, if I needed muscle I could call upon my Phanty or the spirits of Paragon's Army to help me out - you know that. I've been cooking all night with my friends: the social workers here at The Cyrus Thompson. About a half hour ago the power went out. The electric company said they couldn't get anybody out here until tomorrow cuz of the holiday."
"Holiday?"
"Today's Thanksgiving. Man you are out of it, aren'tcha Benny?"
"I guess maybe that Crey Tank hit me a little harder than I thought."
"If it's not too much trouble I just need you to fix the generator long enough for us to finish cooking for the people outside."
"The city's homeless."
"I was a runaway. In my free time I give back to the streets that raised me as a kid." She reached up and cupped her hands in Benny's face, then kissed his polymered nose. "I'm thankful for you, Benny. You're a good friend, and I need you to help me feed the city."
"Fix the generator? Hell, I'll go ya one better." He reached over and pulled a large cable out of the back of the generator. Then plugged it underneath his chestplate with a mildly discomforting grunt. "I'll BE the generator."
The lights in the room and all over the Center came on, and in the distance the two of them could hear a cheering of the crowd outside.
Elaine beamed, "It should only be for a few hours. They can eat under candle light if they need to."
"Nonsense. Good thing I recharged overnight. I should be able to do this for a week if necessary. Just bring me a TV and a plate of stuffing. Don't wanna miss Macy's Parade."
Elaine rushed to the stairs. "Absolutely! I'll get right on that." She stopped at the foot of the stairs to turn back and look at Benny, "I'll get you a chair too."
"Heck look at these legs. I sleep standing up nowadays."
"I just hope the turkeys aren't ruined! I got a fire tank I met last week to keep them simmered but he's been getting tired."
"And E?"
"Yeah, Benny?"
"I'm thankful for you too."
((Oh yeah >_>
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"Aiite man, you got the stuff?"
"Yeah, man, but let's talk pr-thump.
Bear smirked.
No rest for the weary...
There was a bright flash in the large room and suddenly a large group of villains appeared at one end of the giant table.
"God damn it, again!" Toy shouted and shook his fist at the sky. "Damn those teleport matrix technicians and their love of illogical equations and stop-gap repair measures!"
"Hey, turkey," Ghoul said before grabbing a seat next to Prikker.
"Oh yes, this is the holiday these Americans have," Archlich said to himself. "Thanksgiving, I believe. Before you eat you are supposed to give thanks for something in your life."
"I'm sick of all these racist holidays," Toy muttered as he grabbed a seat anyway. "It's like nobody back when they were made had heard of robots that couldn't eat."
"Doesn't mean you can't do the thanks part," Ghoul said as he heaped some turkey and mashed potatoes on his plate. "Cause I am thankful for my ability to [censored] kick [censored]."
"I'm sure something a little less, self serving, would be better," Archlich said dryly as he took a seat next to Toy Dispenser.
"Oh, right," Ghoul said, slightly chagrined. He seemed to think for a moment before he grinned.
"I'm thankful for all these extra-dimensional tournament things that let me beat the crap out of all sorts of people."
"Heh," Toy said. "I'm thankful for easy contracts that pay good."
"I am thankful for the eternal blessing of magic," Archlich said as he took a bit of applesauce and seemed to sniff at it.
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"AND LET US ALL BE THANKFUL FOR THE GREAT JUSTICE THAT WE ALL DISPENSE!" Wielder said to the other people seated at the table with him and then took off his helmet and dug in.
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"I'm so freaking thankful for being friends with the two weirdest people in the world," Solid Shot said as he flipped through the dollar bills in his hands. "And I'm damned thankful for the guy that wanted to build a camera into my head."
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Lord Netharak took a sip of some red liquid out of a cup and then looked at the remains of the owners of this house.
"I am thankful that human blood tastes so good," he said before taking another sip.
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"I just [censored] thankful all you guys would sit down at a table and be quiet for ten minutes," Captain Farfield said as he glared at the other Crab Spider's of his unit. "Now let's eat, we've got patrol in an hour."
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What an odd custom, Chertak said as he watched the human television broadcasts about this 'Thanksgiving'. The consumption of a certain type of fowl combined with offering up thanks to their gods.
The humans are quite odd, sir, replied a Guardian that was watching the TV with Chertak.
I suppose I shall always be thankful that the humans have yet to wipe us out, the Warmaster said musingly. What about you?
I am thankful that I was chosen to become a full Rikti, the Guardian replied.
Chertak nodded knowingly and resumed watching the TV.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Oh, and by the way -
Watch your turkey.
Yes, I know it's Christmas fanart. <_< Lay off. Verithe is amazing.))
Japancakes.
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((Oh, and by the way -
Watch your turkey.
Yes, I know it's Christmas fanart. <_< Lay off. Verithe is amazing.))
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((I saw that before... Didn't look like a dead link last time I saw it, though...))
Moonscribe was suddenly sitting next to Truefeather. . . or was he? Suddenly, it was hard to tell if he had just been there all along, and no one had noticed him.
"I would tell you what I am thankful for," he said, smiling enigmatically, "but it is really of no importance."
"YAY!" Super Roby yelled as he crashed through the wall and tore into the turkey. "DIE, VILLAINOUS TURKEY!"
"You are supposed to say what you are thankful for, you know," Gabriel said as he appeared at the table in a rush of darkness. "And I am thankful for all that which was, is, and will be, for all things have a place."
"Fat chance," Pyewacket said, floating into the room levitated by his jetpack. "Roby and I are cats. We aren't thankful for ANYTHING. We just expect it. Now gimme food."
It began with a as a slow bass line that only shook the table slightly, but after a few seconds a more intense guitar line kicked in, causing the gravy to slosh around in the bowl and dive over the edges and knocking more than one plate off the table. With a loud bang and a burst of light from the door, the music reached its crescendo and Billyboy burst through the door, playing air guitar, his entire form glowing as he headbanged, throwing his long brown hair every which way in a chaotic storm of self-satisfaction. The source of the music became clear as Maestro leaped through the door as well, landing on his knees and powersliding across the room and under the table, coming out the other end and spinning on his back before thrusting back up to his feet, doing a spin, and throwing his hands out wide.
Sweet entrance! Billyboy shouted across the table, holding both hands out in thumbsup symbols. Im so thankful to have a buddy that can do my intro like its nobodys business!
Im just blessed with amazing talents! Maestro shot back, flipping his lute around in his hands, snatching it out of the air, and stuffing it back in its case. As for myself, Im just thankful for the unending inspiration Ive received over the years through the valorous deeds of heroes and the epic battles that ensue as new threats rise! The music business has never been in better condition!
Seeming slightly embarrassed, a short green goblin with a cybernetic arm walked in, an extremely large and wide sword strapped to his back. Without further ado, he flipped atop the table, unsheathing his sword at lightning speed, and in a flurry of movement slashed at the turkey, though when he stopped there was no visible difference to it. Then, with great care and showmanship, Podo slipped his sword back into the sheath on his back, and as it clicked into place, the turkey fell apart, sliced perfectly.
Mine quest is complete, the beast hath been served. The goblin said as he hopped into a seat happily. Mine own thankfulness cometh from mine allies, those valiant humans that hath looked past mine heritage and physical form and hath accepted this warrior as a friend.
Mmmm-hmmm. Billyboy and Maestro nodded simultaneously, taking seats on either side of the goblin and resting their hand on his shoulders.
A strong gust of wind came through the open door, slamming it against the wall, and a chanting form floated in as though it rode the wind. He was transparent and wearing shamanic leather armor, studded with gems and ornaments with several pouches at his belt. What was more, he was covered in bobcat patterned fur and had two cat ears protruding through his hairline, along with a swinging tail that reached out behind him. The incorporeal man floated over the table to land next to Fallon with a wide smile, ending his chanting. The wind ceased and the cat man snapped back into the physical world, losing transparency and becoming solid again.
Late again! Scaku laughed at himself with an apologetic look to Fallon. I just cant help it, ya know? Im just thankful that ya dont ever come after me for bein overlate at all of our meetins! he claimed before embracing her in a kiss.
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Dr. Phillis turned to the monitor in fury and pulled a gigantic laser minigun from seemingly nowhere, letting loose a flurry of plasma bursts into the screen and ending Proto Matters view of him.
Im thankful that despite the fact that Ive legally killed you dozens of times, you havent managed to finish me once! he raged as he chucked the minigun at the twisted monitor, knocking it off the wall to land sparking on the ground. As well as for the fact that youre a predictable madman!
His anger satisfied, the doctor turned to one of the many other monitors that Proto Matter could just as easily watch him through and noticed the time.
Damn, Im late! the villain gasped as he dashed out of the room and through his base.
As the Grand Phillisbot Army was composed of hundreds of robots with independent personalities, there was a constant chitter of conversation and argument. Dr. Phillis could hear their bickerings as he passed.
Personally, Im thankful for the boss coming out with even more powerful weapons on a daily basis so I can really kick some [censored] out there against the heroes! Fracas bragged to his comrades.
Im thankful that Im not dead yet, but I know its only a matter of time! Madcap screamed in response.
You stupid fools! Know that you should be thankful for one thing and one thing alone! Kibitzer interrupted angrily. I am thankful for the wonderous leadership of Lord Midas! His brilliance will take us to conquest and beyond, and set a new age for the world in which he shall be the most powerful figurehead in history! All praise to Dr. Phillis!
Im thankful that most of my friends arent brown nosers! Pother quipped innocently.
Upon arriving at the kitchen, Dr. Phillis definitely smelt something burnt. He stepped into the tiny kitchen, one of the only rooms in his gigantic underground base designed solely for human use, and saw a black, withered turkey on the table. Cyba sat in her chair, her elbows resting on the table and her face buried in her cybernetic hands, weeping.
Im sorry, Midas! the doctors cybernetic lover cried. I wanted today to be special, but Ive ruined it!
The doctor let out a chuckle, drawing a hurt scowl from the woman.
My dear, Im thankful to say that there is nothing that you can ruin. Dr. Phillis proclaimed, lifting his lover out of her seat and embracing her. Your loving light transcends all superficiality and custom. Your mere presence is a blessing to me, and your love is more of a gift than I ever thought to receive. Even this husk of a fowl would taste as sweet ambrosia on my tongue because your touch has made it pure.
Im thankful that you can sweep a woman off her feet and keep her there. Cyba responded adoringly as he lifted the man off the ground and initiated a long kiss.
Im thankful for distractions. Minion, the shapeshifting rikti monkey whispered to himself as he pulled the disaster of a turkey off the table and began his feast on the floor, chomping greedily as his villainous masters kissed.
As they parted, Cyba looked a bit concerned. What are we going to eat? she asked.
I have plans upon plans, my dear, do you really think I wouldnt have a backup on such an important occasion? Dr. Phillis replied slyly, leading her out of the room and to the teleporters.
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Minutes later, the couple had taken their seats in Haven alongside the Author and his associates. Dr. Phillis raised his cup of water with a smile.
Im thankful for the hospitality of my good friend Thomas, and for the fact that his faithful alliance with myself has never faltered! the evil genius toasted.
Im thankful that Thomas hasnt given up on us after having to pull us out of all those sticky situations! Cyba agreed, raising her own glass of wine.
Experiment peeked back into the house, only to see the frightened family still in the corner and a whole bunch of people at the table he had set earlier. Jason walked in front of him, shoving past him quickly. "So, what's for dinner?"
"It is Thanksgiving, Jas. At least say what you're thankful for." John muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I am thankful for the fact I have super powers, and that your little 'can't-affect-me' device is gone." Jason answered, smirking evily. Experiment simply sighed as he walked to the wall, leaning on it while Jason sat down. "So, we digging in now, or.. What?"
"How wonderful," a voice unfurled itself in one of the empty seats, "A way to commemorate the lies everyone tells themselves! Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday!"
Kefetasura helped himself to a large plate of mashed potatoes with butter and gravy.
"You're all probably too young to remember this, cause those awful puritans re-wrote the story, but Thanksgiving actually has nothing to do with football," the colorful demon explained between heaped mouthfuls of potatoes.
"Who gives a smeg!" Kreigg hollered from the other room, a plate of honey-roasted ham and sweet potatoes in one hand and a fork in the other, "This game is cool. It's like kill the man with the ball, only they get points for outrunning the hit squad. Valuable life lessons to be learned, all that good smeg!"
The lavabug paused for a moment with a confused expression while everyone stared at him expectantly.
"OH! Right . . . The thankful part. . . Well, believe it or not, I'm kinda thankful I found this backwards little planet. Y'all're good people far's I'm concerned."
"That was excellent, sir," Helper buzzed as he came from the kitchen carrying a tray with a lot more food on it. He dutifully walked around the table replacing the empty dishes with ones from his tray, then marched himself back into the kitchen.
The door swung open. Jon and Xander MacMaetor made their way into the room, carefully balancing quite a few pies.
"Hope you people like pumpkin pie," the elder MacMaetor said.
"I'm so glad we're out of the car, the smell of pie was driving me crazy!" Xander said. He disappeared, fading into existence in one of the chairs with enough space to lay down his stack of pies in front of him.
"Crime might not take a holiday, but one of the perks of seniority is that I can," Jon said as he handed off the pies to Helper who rushed them off into the kitchen. He sat with a very rare smile as he helped himself to turkey with stuffing and cranberry sauce.
Helper returned from the kitchen, freshening drinks and gathering used and finished plates.
"I am thankful to be able to help," he said at the first sign of protest.
Burning Brawler walked in with Danica and Pstorm.
They each took a plate and sat with the others around the table. Pstorm glanced back at the family cowering in the corner. "Um... Don't you guys want some?"
When they shook their heads, she shrugged and heaped a pile of mashed potatoes onto her plate. "I'm thankful that I'm not trapped inside my armor," she said, removing her helmet. "'Cause then I'd have to miss all the food. Oh, and that in a few days I'll already know what I'm getting for Christmas."
Burning sat down with a turkey leg and grinned under his hood. "Which is exactly why I'm thankful for mind shield spells."
Danica sat down, going for the stuffing first. "And I'm thankful that so far, not one villain has tried to blow this place up today." A small cry of fear came from the mother. "I said they haven't!"
Blightlord popped into the room, Muck and Guck quickly diving for one of the turkeys.
"And I am thankful that you all fail to examine your food for poison before you eat it," he said.
Void Brawler walked in, grabbing the china off the table. "And I'm thankful for unlocked doors." He turned to see his parents at the table. All the plates dropped, and the mother banged her head on the wall. "M.... mom? D-d-dad?"
Blightlord disappeared in a flash of darkness, reappearing by Void Brawler. "I am also thankful for mind wiping potions," he said, dropping a red vial's contents down the boy's throat. They disappeared as Burning lunged for them, just too late.
He growled and held out a hand. "I've got to go while the teleportation trail's still there."
Danica wiped her mouth with the napkin and hurriedly raced out the door after her husband. Pstorm put her helmet back on, and did the same.
Pokin' Prodder glanced back. "The food's that bad?" he said, taking a seat at the table.
He grinned, a spike popping out from his arm. "Grub!" He shoved the spike into a large piece of turkey. "I'm thankful that not one of you could beat me one on one if you tried," he said in-between mouthfuls.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
As a plate of turkey was passed around, Kathode snatched a leg before Rosalind could. "I'm thankful I'm not a dog." She quiped at her.
Cobalt looked at the massive big screen TV she had teleported into the living room after obliterating the original set which was in it that place. "I'm thankful for high-definition!" She chirped.
Lord Diov stepped out through a rift in space of time.
"I am thankful for the utter uselessness of this holiday and the false sense of security it bestows upon mortals!"
H'taed stepped through the rift, carrying a silver platter of a stuffed and roasted Psycho Fear on it.
"I'm thankful for my power of electrical might...which generates heat...which saved me five million years of time cooking this thing." He said cheerfully, navigating the roasted Psycho Fear into the middle of the table.
"Enjoy."
He then gorged himself in gravy and drumsticks until he passed out. Lord Diov just stood there staring into space.
((I hate you ALL, I can no longer resist! Curse the overpowering might of the do-not-open door which I am thankful for. ))
A bright light suddenly flared into existance at the far side of the room, expanding from a point source to a slowly spinning vortex.
It then spat out, and seemed to do so quite literally, in this order and on top of one another: Mnemonyev, Vyachslav, Kerat, Allen, Vern, Acid, the Doc, and a bluish battle drone that couldn't hold on in time and rolled down the pile of people that the portal had created.
"What did we land on?" Acid mumbled, shoving the Doc off him.
I landed on a floor. You all landed on me...
"Oh. Thanks, Big M."
Don't mention it. No, really, don't mention it. Now get off me.
They laughed as the pile dissolved into individuals, comments being thrown around here and there about the trick the main tideconverter had played on them.
It was a little difficult to get the telepathic brothers close enough to the table where they wouldn't break anything, but they didn't call Acid a mastermind for nothing. After some careful maneuvering and a few "oops"es, the party was more or less seated, adding their own specialties to the feast, some of which were better off not being mentioned at all.
"So then, what are we thankful for?" the Doc inquired. Being human, it was his holiday after all, more or less focibly dragging the others along.
"Friends." Kerat said, raising his glass.
Food. Vyachslav chimed in, downing a whole turkey by using his claw as an oversized toothpick, Best idea of taking in energy ever.
"Hope." Vern added, his glass floating to Kerat's.
"Light." said the battle drone with SENECA's voice.
"Darkness." Allen joined in the toast.
Loyalty. was Mnemonyev's addition.
"MAD SCIENCE!" the Doc laughed, joining in as well.
"Everything." Acid simply stated, and they toasted...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Felt like throwing in a few more.))
Leveche sat down next to Cyba and moved her chair closer. The Fey smiled at her artist, "I'm thankful I found such a talented artist to inspire." She said as she started her Thanksgiving meal of Cyba's extra inspiration. Disappointed in not finding much extrar she went a bit deeper and stole a bit more. She'd replace it later.
Nostrum appeared late, the somewhat crooked African doctor smiled at the extra quests, "Oh sorry, late already?" He asked as he sat down and took his place, "Well, I'm thankful for the host of opertunities I've had this year to perfect my medicine. No offense to those I operated on." He said with a chuckle as he dug in.
"Right, well, thank you for joining us Midas and Reyna." He said as the meal continued.
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Figure Zero walked the PTS as it felt the energy of Mount Diable revibrating with it. "I'm thankful for the demon as old as time telling me what to do." The robot said as it moved along.
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Fallon hugged and kissed Scaku back, "You only have two more get out of lateness [censored] cards left though." She said with a laugh as they dug into the meal.
Meanwhile a dimensional doorway opened letting the odd group of Starshina, Back Door, Time Vagrant and Wand through. "Sorry were late." They said as they sat down.
Starshina went first for the group. "I'm thankful that this holiday offers free grub." He said in a Russian accent.
Back Door shook his head, "Wel I'm thankful for the Void Stalkers. Otherwise I'd have to find out about Quatum Cannns some other way." The Bitter Alien Hunter said with glee.
"Uh, right." Wad said as he put his trademark magical wand into his holister, "I guess I'm just thankful." He said vaguely as he started to eat.
Tme Vagrant put on an authentic Pilgrim Hat stolen from the orginal colony itself. "I'm thankful for time paradoxes and how they let me avoid causlity." The Time Theif said as he then pruduced Lincoln's Stove Pipe hat, "And how time travel lets me actually understand this holiday and how it has nothing to do with Pilgerims and everything to do with the American Civil War. Lets eat!"
"Found it out yet?" Jenny sighed as Blind read various floating runes.
"No. Silence."
Kevin entered, raising an eyebrow. "What's up?"
"Blindo is trying to figure out how all those people are being pulled to the building for Thanksgiving." Jenny muttered, rolling her eyes.
"It is a very odd problem, and I intend to find out the reason!" Blind defended, reading into the floating glyphs even more.
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Jason caused a pie to float from the table directly to him, affecting the gravity around it to be weightless. It floated in from of him and he tapped it, causing it to begin floating away. He pulled his hand back, and the pie flew to his hand as he smiled.
Experiment simply grumbled, glancing around quickly. He walked into the next room, starting up an Xbox 360.
The Ruby Blade suddenly appeared next to the 360, and impaled it with his blood red sword. "I believe you have better ways to waste your time," he said, kicking the sparking box into a corner.
The Obsidian Arrow crashed through a window, a grenade arrow at the ready.
"I am thankful for smoke bombs," said the assassin, disappearing with one.
Arrow growled and rolled his eyes. "Always the same thing," he said. His eyes began to twinkle as he grinned. "Which is why I'm thankful for tracking devices."
He leapt back out the window, but not before grabbing a plate of stuffing and mashed potatoes.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Experiment growled. "Number one, that wasn't even mine. Number two... I think Dead Rising was in there... You know what? I change what I am thankful for. I am thankful that you villains always lose the fight in the end."
((Remember the Halloween thread? Think of this as the same kind of thing, but instead of trick-or-treating, we say what we give thanks for in a setting of our choice. For example...))
Experiment set the loooong table, seeming to seat over fifty people. Every chair was empty. All the cutlery, plates, bowls, and foot was all set up. He sat at the head, glancing around at the lack of people.
"...I am not anti-social, I just don't know many people." he muttered, thinking. "I guess I will go first... I give thanks for fire extinguishers."
"...What?" Blind muttered, stepping from the shadows.
"His stuff blows up all the time." Jenny sighed off in the corner, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, it isn't my fault, alright!? I just SOMETIMES have some problems. SOMETIMES! SOME!"
"Right. John, you have never made anything that didn't explode at least once." Kevin tuned in.
"Blah to you guys!" Experiment shouted, picking up the turkey on the table. "That's it! I am taking my poultry and going home!"
With that, he left the random family's building, who were all cowering in the corner due to the odd people who had simply walked into their home and set their table. The hooded one threatened to eat their souls if they told anyone... Saying, since it was Thanksgiving and all, he was kind of hungry.