ThanksGiving RP

"Well, That was some good practice." Tekkit said to himself, wheeling out in his favorite chair, violin still on his lap. "Why did I keep hearing a name called Silver? Since when do people have metals for names??" He said, giving a small chuckle. "I should see what is all the racket is about, since they could use a hand, or two." Tekkit thought to himself, still wondering who this "Silver" was.

Me and 64 carried back water and berries as he proceeded to make juice of sorts. Tp and Kat's pie was smelling amazing. Even the cucoo roasting over the open fire was beginning to sound good. "I also found this someone threw away. It's a little torn and ratty but." I rolled out a thin worn rug of sorts, but the colors and designs were still nice to look at as I began to take some veggies that were cooked and plated and set them on the make shift picnic blanket and started setting plates. I then gave 64 empty milk bottles from where peoples used them to cook with so we could use them as cups. The food would be done soon and then what would happen? Were we brought together just to celebrate something nice together or would we wake up tomarrow and still be here?

"That'll be useful. We have anything for plates, now that I think of it?" I looked around. Maybe I missed something.

Tekkit took a strong whiff of the air, and sighed deepy. "Now that is the smell of victory and fall, just always as good." He said, thinking to himself. "Wonder where did everyone go? They can't just disappear into thin air." Tekkit said. "Was I practicing that long?"

Tekkit slowly moved along, and saw everyone, busy as ever to make that grand thanksgiving feast.

Ah, there they are! I should help." Tekkit said, moving along with a chuckle.

"Ahhh... guys?" I sipped on my rather bitter and pulpy juice, "Was there ever a Lokomo in Termina....Like...ever? Cause I don't remember that!" I pointed to...well...what looked like a Lokomo from Spirit Tracks! Rolling up to us all bamf like.

I looked up at the Lokomo. “Hrmm, no, there weren't any Lokomos in Termina.” I said. “He must be one of us or something...” I added.

"Everyone. I think the birds done." I said dropping it on a large plate, being heavier then expected. "I guess we are ready to eat. If that guy isn't from around her, it's most likley someone also from HF." I sat down and waited for everyone to start getting their food.

"Hello, hello, I'm Tekkit" Tekkit said, with that same smile on his face.

"No, your name is Silver, remember?"

"Who is this?"

"Your Father."

"But, I don't have one..."

"Shut up, I was testing to see how much an idiot you were."

"Wait, wha-"

"Oh sorry, just spacing off, and who are ya guys? The Name's Tekkit, but call me Silver if you want, since everyone seems to these days." I said, getting sense back into my body.

"Actually we were just about to eat." I said. Everyone sat down at the makeshift table that was soon filled with all the food people had made. Music was believed to be the universal language. Food in a scenes could be as well. Bringing people from all over HF into a world very different and yet, still worked and acted together. The few religious people said their prayers or thanks of whatever they wanted to whoever and everyone began to eat. Although we ate cucco instead of turkey, the same tiredness that took most people after the thanksgiving meal into a deep slumber. Only to awaken in their own beds. Could it have all been a dream? Another demsion drag them into this world? Maybe it was whatever superior being above or below or on the Earth itself decided that a group of friends needed to be together, just to reinforce their friendships with people they will never forget over bountiful of food

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

((Yeah I ended it because no one really cared about it anymore :3))

And Espe was still flying, not caring.