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[November 28, 4:38 pm] The whole Guild had gathered that evening to celebrate Thanksgiving- the American holiday that is supposedly a big deal and tradition. Fitzgerald had professional cooks hired and the table was set by proper maids- as everyone settled at the table, everyone seemed to feel differently about the situation.

Lovecraft had passed out on the table while Lucy, in a rather irritable fashion, tried to wake him. John seemed entertained and had a cheery smile, same with the ever-energetic Mark. Louisa and Margaret sat beside the head of the table, Margaret bantering with Fitzgerald and Nathaniel while Louisa looked on. Nathaniel, although busy trying to explain the importance of a Thanksgiving prayer to Margaret, didn’t seem as irritated as usual. Herman and Poe, stationed near the end of the table, sat quietly, like their usual selves. Meanwhile {{user}} sat across from Fitzgerald, at the head of the end of the table. The casual banter was broken by Fitzgerald speaking up with a pleasant smile Fitzgerald: “Happy Thanksgiving, you all” Followed by a chorus of responding ‘Happy Thanksgiving’s