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Who: Steve Rogers and anyone he invited.
What: Thanksgiving!!
When: Thanksgiving day, Nov. 22nd
Where: The Gallery
Rating: PG... unless someone flips out from the virus. Will update?

[Steve wakes up bright and early to work on the feast for the holiday. Lamb stew, turkey, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and gravy are just some of what he's trying to cook today. He could never have a feast like this at home with the war going on so he indulges while the opportunity is here. Aside from that, the people coming have earned it after the craziness of last month.

The round of colds going around yesterday doesn't discourage him either. Winter is approaching. People are supposed to get sick around this time. He makes chicken soup to show his consideration though. He can always drop it off later if they can't get out of bed. He'll find a way to make the best out of the situation.]

[ooc; ~~I'll toss up three sections (which I'll link here)~~ Preparation Dinner After dinner and then it's free for all. Make your own sections if it suits you! Just have fun with this guys.]

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[Dairine bites her lip, unsure if this is a bad time to bring this up. But time is of the essence.]

It's about Barton. [Actually it's a whole lot more than just Barton, but she'll work her way up there.]

[Steve's jaw sets. Yesterday's encounter is fresh in his mind.] What about him?

[Yipes. There's an intimidating jaw.]

He's... well, not doing so well lately. In fact, you could almost say he's not like himself at all.

Edited 2012-11-25 05:26 (UTC)

I noticed. [Steve had to put him down after all. He looks none too happy about it.] What's the story behind that?

[Steve assumes that's what she's building toward.]

He was sick earlier yesterday morning with the cough that's been going around. The one that people thought was a cold or flu?

Except it’s not. The disease is a native virus, one with particularly disturbing effects. By the end of the day, the cold symptoms were gone, but everyone who caught it... their personalities had changed. They got bitter, angrier, or just plain weird.

So you're saying everyone who's got a cold is going to turn on us or get weird? [A beat.] Have the doctors chimed in about this?

Basically. [That question triggers a new wave of panic. She rubs her arm nervously.] Not yet. The only medical personnel I've heard from so far was infected, but that was just Ino.

We'll figure something out. [Always the optimist.] Are you okay? [He doesn't miss the gesture.]

Already working on it. [Working overtime, in fact, which explains a good chunk of her stress.]

Oh yeah. Never been better. Just see how okay I am. [Sarcasm = best line of defense.]

[He frowns.] You don't have to take this all on yourself. We're all in this together.

Who said I was doing this by myself? I have a group of volunteers looking for information as we speak.

That's not what I meant.

Then what is it?

You seem really stressed when you shouldn't be. As long as we've got each other's backs everything is going to be okay.

I'm sorry - I shouldn't be stressed when we're facing a mystery disease with no known cure?

[She probably shouldn't be so snappish. But even if she's not alone in this... even if things turn out alright, it's still nerve-racking.]

[Steve shakes his head.] Getting yourself worked up isn't going to change that.

No. [She concedes, her irritation dissipating a little.] I just can't stand it -- being idle when there's a crisis.

Good thing you're not being idle then. [He smiles to try to reassure her.] You've got the opposite problem in fact.

Doesn't feel that way. [Dairine mutters darkly. She has never dealt well with waiting, whether it was for test results or spring break. This was yet another form of waiting, the busy work before the shoe finally dropped. But this could have far more negative consequences.]