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[whitejediknight]

Who: Creedy, Quinn and everyone who shows up

What: Creedy has a feast.
When: Last night ._.
Where: Genosha Tower
Warnings: Beware of any alcohol Creedy hands you and any food Sirius brought

Gonna toss a few different subthreads in here for before, during and after. The feast is being held at Genosha Tower and there is all kinds of food to be had, as well as Creedy's Dangerous own special lable of alcohol. Drink at your own risk.

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Before the feast!

[whitejediknight]

Quinn and Creedy had commandeered anything resembling kitchen space and then some for preparing for the feast. It hadn't even really occurred to Creedy to ask Erik's permission for holding it, so it was a good thing the man had given it his blessing. He didn't really plan on changing his mind even if he had to have it out on the grass. But maybe he really had bought a bit too much food, because he and Quinn were a bit swamped with that whole long, involved process of 'cooking'.

It was a good thing at least one of them was a decent cook.

[metamorphosing]

Raven had wandered into the kitchen mid-feast-prep entirely by accident. She had largely kept to herself since accepting Erik's invitation to live at Genosha Tower. Things had been strained between them, though less so since those widespread fits of honesty had forced them to come to an understanding. Before then, she had made it a habit to keep herself occupied away from the tower whenever possible, whether it was through work or seeking to spend time with Charles between his various academic obligations.

As such, some of the details concerning Creedy's feast had escaped her notice -- though stumbling upon the preparation of said feast was as good a reminder as any.

"Well. This looks like quite the operation. I didn't realize that dinner of yours was today."

Feast!!

[whitejediknight]

Somehow they actually managed to pull it off. There's more food than there should probably ever be in one place, and the combination of smells is just a bit overwhelming. Creedy has taken to offering his alcohol to anyone unfortunate enough to not have been warned. And that does mean anyone. 'Of Legal Age to drink' doesn't really exist anymore.

But on the bright side there is plenty of food! Come be social, eat, drink, do something crazy. Everyone was invited, so anyone might turn up. Try not to start any fights. It is Erik's home, after all.

[waywardboy]

Connor had been rather withdrawn since his arrival at the tower. Initially, he had been dubious of Creedy's invitation, wondering how it was possible that anyone wanted to be near him after his poorly-handled explosion over the weekend, but Sirius wasn't about to let him stay in the woods and sulk.

The amount of food was overwhelming. Most of it was food he had never even heard of before, let alone even seen, and he had never seen so much all in one place. Events like these weren't exactly commonplace where he was from, though he felt that went without saying.

He experimentally poked at the food on his plate, curious. "What is this?" he asked openly. "It smells good."

Kenzi: Open

[morethanasidekick]

"So here's my theory." The plate that sits before Kenzi holds enough food to feed not only herself but at least two other people, given her tiny stature, it looks beyond ridiculous for her to even try and consume that much. This is Kenzi though and words like ridiculous, foolish and stupid just sound like a challenge to her.

"If I eat as much as this as I can then the Creedy-Shine..." That would be Kenzi's nickname for the rocket-fuel that Creedy and Quinn concocted. "Won't burn a hole in my stomach!"

After the Feast

[whitejediknight]

When everything is said and done, there is a lot to cleaning to do, food to pick up, unconscious people to step over. Creedy is pleased with himself and with the feast. Everything went surprisingly well, all things considered, and while his head was a bit fuzzy, he was feeling pretty good about everything in general. At the moment he was settled into a chair with a slight grin on his face and a cup of water in his hands.

He threw a pretty good party, for a dead guy.