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Fandom Library, Wednesday, November 27th

There were turkeys in the Library today. Multiple turkeys. Singing turkeys. Singing turkeys with choreography.

Arden watched the madness in front of her with something akin to horrified fascination. She wasn't even nauseated by the mention of eating turkeys the way she'd normally be - too busy trying to figure out if she was having some kind of episode.

"Eat me!" a turkey warbled at her.

"...You know, I almost wish the gremlins were here instead," she muttered, putting a book in front of her face and trying not to look up again.

Except, sadly for Arden, this wasn't a performance. No, that was for tomorrow. This was their rehearsal.

Before the afternoon was over, she would come to dread the words, 'Let's take it from the top!'

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Kamala had come in halfway through the musical number and watched it dumbfounded until it was over. After blinking a couple of times she headed over to the desk to hand off one of the green smoothies she had brought over.

"Okay, so that was a thing," Kamala noted. "The choreography was really well done I'll give them that."

"It doesn't get less disturbing," Arden said, taking the green smoothie. With a slightly dubious expression, yes. "If anything, it gets moreso, because then you start focusing on the lyrics."

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"Luckily I still have the Rogers:The Musical soundtrack on my phone," Kamala replied. "It's catchy enough that anything the Turkeys might earworm me with will be obliterated."

"How much of the choreo for that do you know?" Arden asked, taking a sip of her smoothie.

It was very green, yes.

"I'm pretty good through the first act," Kamala said with a note of pride. "But I lose touch after the invasion of New York. Lots of melodrama."

She reached out to touch Arden on her arm. "By the way? I haven't gotten a chance to thank you for looking after me when I was slothified. As usual I was very well taken care of. Hopefully that won't happen again any time soon."

Arden laughed and pulled Kamala in for a hug. "You're welcome," she said. "I'm not gonna leave my best friend all by her self as a sloth! Or dump you all on Ellie, either!"

Offenses against bestie code, both!

"I think next time it does happen, I'm gonna ask Midnight for some shelves so you can be up high."

Aw! Bestie Huggies!

"That would be awesome," Kamala said and gave Arden a little smirk. "And maybe ask Midnight for a little escape hatch in case you and your boyfriend need some-"

Insert fake cough here

"-alone time?"

"Oh my goddess," Arden groaned. "We were just talking!"

With, you know. Bonus kissing. And some light chest caressing.

"...He is my boyfriend though, now," she said with a small flush.

"Well, I wouldn't know anything after a certain point as BD gave me a piggyback ride out of the room," Kamala teased. "But... yay official boyfriend! I feel like a proud mom for some reason."

"Because you've been trying to make this happen since ten minutes after you stepped onto this island?" Arden suggested. "Which, by the way, I'm pretty sure you get, like, all the 'I told you so' bragging that you want."

"Oh, I'm way too classy for that," Kamala said, turning up her nose as if that made her classy. "Anyway-"

In a non-classy way she hoisted herself up to sit on the desk. "I'm heading out in a few hours before I catch a portal for Jersey City. Probably be back on Sunday. Bruno seems to have gotten over himself and is coming back for the holiday and invited me over for our traditional Thanksgiving feast at his grandmothers. I think we're finally back on good terms now."

"I'm glad," she said, squeezing Kamala's hands. "Took him long enough to get his head out of his ass. I'm not sure when I'm heading to California with Gray. So your family doesn't do a big Thanksgiving?"

Kamala shrugged. "Not really? My parents usually focused on the Muslim holidays. Plus not all turkey is halal and... well, we just enjoyed the long weekend and I hung out at Bruno's where we'd have lasagna. We liked watching the Macy's day parade but that's about as far as we got into the holiday."

"Turkey is gross anyway," Arden said, wrinkling her nose. "When are you leaving, because I have a pie I'm baking for y'all."

"I really wouldn't know. Never had it," Kamala admitted. "And my portal leaves at 7:00 PM. Dare I ask what kind of pie? It's not a weird pie, right?"

"Only the most delicious and most normal pies for you," Arden promised. "Pecan or chocolate chess pie?"

"Well, I know Abbu would like the chocolate but I'll take the pecan to be on Ammi's good side," Kamala laughed.

"Neither of them are healthy," Arden said with a laugh. "Both Southern so, it's sugar and condensed milk for days."

Gray bounced into the library and...paused.

What was happening? (Only a tribute to one of the few perfect movies, Gray, get with the program.)

"Welcome to my day," Arden drawled.

"They seem...enthusiastic." About being eaten. Very normal.

He recovered some of his bounce and asked, "Are you all ready to go decorate for Christmas?" Thanksgiving, Gray. It was called Thanksgiving, and everyone was holding that line as hard as they could or you were going to copy retail and colonize October next. "Raiden already left. You know, to cook." And Bellamy had apparently prepared a PowerPoint presentation, but he wasn't telling her about that yet, because then she might not come.

"Decorate for-- ohhhhhh." Arden nodded. "Yeah, okay, the interdiction makes so much more sense now."

She laughed. "I'm all packed, but I have to finish up my pies. Are we going tonight then?"

"I've been very patient," Gray insisted. "Thanksgiving is so late this year," he complained, draping himself dramatically across a table where he thought he might be safe from turkey choreography. "It's completely unfair." Why wouldn't anyone think about Gray's needs?

"We can go whenever you're ready, I just need to book the portal." Last minute holiday travel? You were very lucky the narrative gods were smiling on you, Gray.

It was probably the amount of money that Alastair was willing to spend. Or the desire to not have Galen calling to ask why his brother couldn't get home in time.

"Yeah, so next year? We're definitely decorating your dorm early," Arden teased. "Get some of this Christmas out of your system so you'll leave poor Thanksgiving alone. But yeah, my pies are all prepped, I just have to bake them. Some are staying here, one's going with Kam, and one with us."

"No one will ever say no to more pie," Gray promised her. "And, uhhhhh, I don't know if I'll be here next year. I haven't decided if I'm doing the college thing yet." He wished he had a clearer timeline on how this whole fated mates/defeating Lucifer thing was going to go down...but being able to decorate his dorm room was a strong point in sticking around's favor. No way Alastair would let him do that at home, because Alastair knew that then Christmas would start encroaching on the rest of the house while Gray looked innocent and sleepy about it.

"...Oh," Arden said, looking suddenly stricken. She hadn't thought about Grey not being around. "I mean...you could do what lots of people do and just hang around and take classes?"

He could decorate an apartment just as easily as a dorm room!

"Do you have to have a job for that?" Gray wondered. "I would...not do great at that." Just so much sleeping through his shift. "I guess I need to start looking into all that...after Christmas." Because all his energy would be dedicated to that for the foreseeable future.

"If you worked for Raiden, I bet he'd understand," Arden pointed out.

Listen, she had a vested interest in keeping her big brother around. She wasn't gonna pretend otherwise.

"But yeah. That's some New Year resolution type stuff."

On the one hand, falling asleep face-first into the red sauce was probably not health code compliant...on the other hand the island had a Starbucks run by gremlins. So.

"And New Year's is so far away! I dunno. We'll see. First we've gotta have Christmas...I hope nobody knocks over the tree again."

"Why does the tree get knocked down?" Arden asked, eyeing him.

"Because my brothers are buttholes," Gray complained. "Bellamy and Castor got into it and started wrestling, and they fell into the tree. On Christmas Eve. I was gonna beat 'em up," sure, Gray, "but then I got sleepy, so I told Galen to do it, and then Alastair sent us all to our rooms to cool down. And then Raiden brought everyone cookies and we put the tree back up."

The end, except for the part where Castor spent most of the next several days frantically searching the internet for replacements for the ornaments that had gotten broken to try to get back in Gray's good graces. (You couldn't just buy a sexy reindeer merman anywhere, you know!)

Did he also think it was oddly catchy?

Possibly the best movie ever made

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