The Chronivac corporation employed people across numerous realities, only some of which had the holiday called Thanksgiving.
Three employees who did celebrate the holiday: Diana Bertinelli, Rain Blackfeather, and Jayne Protaras, were gathered around a large table at Diana's apartment. A late autumn banquet lay in front of them.
All three women once upon a time used to be men, but they had long given up on those identities in favor of becoming members of the fairer sex.
With the Chronivac, identity was extremely fluid.
All in all though, being hot women was what the three of them preferred and spent the majority of their time as, especially Diana.
Relationships were also fluid here.
While Rain and Jayne were officially an item, they each had an open relationship with Diana, who turn had an open relationship with the entire office and the entire surrounding town that Chronivac supported.
Jayne smiled as she watched Diana cut the turkey.
The beautiful brown skinned woman was half Cypriot and half Cherokee, but she personally identified more with her Native American roots, which Diana had worried would make this particular holiday awkward, but Jayne didn't really care. She grinned as Diana served her a plate.
Diana smiled back. She could tell that tonight, the three ladies would get stuffed in more ways than one.
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"So, how was your imperialist American holiday?" Katerina asked in her rather blunt manner(Savannah occasionally wondered if Katerina was autistic), sniffing Savannah's luxurious mane of hair. It smelled like cupcakes.
Savannah giggled.
"It was OK. Lydia was less of a bitch than she was last year. She at least let me finish dinner before kicking me out of the house. And Hermione personally baked me these cookies to go. Goddess, Hank turned into such a sweetie."
"And the girls?"
"Emily's starting to open up a little bit, but I think that she's still mad at me for leaving for so long. Can't say I blame her."
"And Nancy?"
"She's with her wife and their girlfriend."
"The other Sorceress Supreme? That bimbo one?"
"Jennifer Smith isn't dumb, she's just a bit of a valley girl."
"Glendale is nowhere near the Valley, and isn't 1980s anymore. She plays into outdated stereotype."
"Maybe so, but who's the all powerful sorceress, you or her? You know what? Enough banter."
Savannah turned around, and suddenly her bountiful cleavage was right in Katerina's face, just where Kat wanted it. Mother Russia's eyes widened.
Savannah's own eyes, a glorious emerald color, sparkled when she saw Mother Russia's stunned reaction.
It took a few years, but she was getting really good at this femme fatale stuff.