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Write something that combines your universe and/or your characters with the theme of Thanksgiving. What that means to them is completely up to you.
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"Hey, Suren? It's Tara. Yeah, hi...got a few minutes? I've got the recipes for dinner tomorrow and I need help converting cooking temperatures from Earth units to Nexus standard."
In her apartment in Nexus, the city that hosted one of the universities for the Society of Travelers, Tara sat at her desk with a communicator in her ear a notebook and stylus at one hand and a stack of papers at the other. "Yeah, I converted them from Ferenheight to Celsius already. Freezing point of water is 0, boiling point is 100. ...yeah, we've got two different scales, it's weird." Suren Rojo, Agent of the Society, was among other things, a polymath. He was also Tara's sponsor to the Society after, two years ago, an incident had thrown her into an adventure that introduced her to the existence of other worlds, a number of life threatening situations and the friends that made up the rest of her guest list.
When she was off the phone - she kept thinking of it as a phone even knowing it had a different name here - she found herself checking the refrigerator unit again for the umpteenth time out of nervousness. The cross-cultural studies she was taking this term had provided the impetus: an assignment to take a custom from their native world and introduce it to others (and write a report later, of course). It happened to coincide nearly with Thanksgiving festivities at home. In the strange double life she led, where the existence of other worlds was still an official secret to other Earthlings, the organization presented unique challenges. Getting a frozen turkey in its plastic wrapper, half a dozen sweet potatoes and a can of cranberry jelly into her backpack, hiking it up a mountain trail and conveying it through the hidden portal to Reamairhey, then the subsequent series of hops to rival an international airport jaunt, including customs, to Nexus was probably the most noteworthy. The turkey alone required applying in advance for a permit and several signed declarations affirming that the meat was not that of a sentient being, was strictly for personal consumption, was not likely to transmit disease, and so on. It sat now in the roasting pan she'd bought here on Nexus, pink, flabby, rubbed with salt and awaiting its date with dinner...
(to be continued later)
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"Hey, Suren? It's Tara. Yeah, hi...got a few minutes? I've got the recipes for dinner tomorrow and I need help converting cooking temperatures from Earth units to Nexus standard."
In her apartment in Nexus, the city that hosted one of the universities for the Society of Travelers, Tara sat at her desk with a communicator in her ear a notebook and stylus at one hand and a stack of papers at the other. "Yeah, I converted them from Ferenheight to Celsius already. Freezing point of water is 0, boiling point is 100. ...yeah, we've got two different scales, it's weird." Suren Rojo, Agent of the Society, was among other things, a polymath. He was also Tara's sponsor to the Society after, two years ago, an incident had thrown her into an adventure that introduced her to the existence of other worlds, a number of life threatening situations and the friends that made up the rest of her guest list.
When she was off the phone - she kept thinking of it as a phone even knowing it had a different name here - she found herself checking the refrigerator unit again for the umpteenth time out of nervousness. The cross-cultural studies she was taking this term had provided the impetus: an assignment to take a custom from their native world and introduce it to others (and write a report later, of course). It happened to coincide nearly with Thanksgiving festivities at home. In the strange double life she led, where the existence of other worlds was still an official secret to other Earthlings, the organization presented unique challenges. Getting a frozen turkey in its plastic wrapper, half a dozen sweet potatoes and a can of cranberry jelly into her backpack, hiking it up a mountain trail and conveying it through the hidden portal to Reamairhey, then the subsequent series of hops to rival an international airport jaunt, including customs, to Nexus was probably the most noteworthy. The turkey alone required applying in advance for a permit and several signed declarations affirming that the meat was not that of a sentient being, was strictly for personal consumption, was not likely to transmit disease, and so on. It sat now in the roasting pan she'd bought here on Nexus, pink, flabby, rubbed with salt and awaiting its date with dinner...
(to be continued later)