shadedsunlight: (Looking back at sunsets on the eastside)
Ginia Solana ([personal profile] shadedsunlight) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-09-14 12:43 pm

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Who: [livejournal.com profile] refinedmaestro [livejournal.com profile] consultmybooks [livejournal.com profile] folkloristic, [livejournal.com profile] shadedsunlight, [livejournal.com profile] polishrule, and [livejournal.com profile] readingwishbone
What:A long overdue dinner and a gathering of friends, new and old.
When: Early evening, Wednesday, September 14th
Where: CH 7, kitchen/dining area of floor 4 and maybe 5
Summary: A month ago, Ginia promised Giles, Frederic, and Helios dinner. Now that they're all finally back, and with new friends joining them, it's time to eat!
Rating: PG, PG-13ish if people want to get cuddly.


As discussed, no posting order due to all the people involved. First thread is cooking and set-up, second is for the actual dinner. If you want to do a specific thread (like Helios blowing something up), put any pertinant info in the subject. Timeline is roughly chronological, thread jump at will, and have fun! Prose or action tags are good.

...And let's not set CH7 on fire.
consultmybooks: (Annoyed Beyond All Reason)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-09-19 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Wishbone was not getting kicked off the table. But Wishbone was getting a stern sort of look directed his way, and a push if he didn't take the hint.
consultmybooks: (Wisdom is a Burden)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-09-19 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigh. You are going to spoil him, Ginia. You are going to spoil him and then they are the ones who are going to be stuck with him. You're like his overdoting grandmother already.

...but, fine. Giles relents, and looks around the kitchen almost as though searching for inspiration.

Eventually, he shoes Wishbone off just long enough to stack a spare chair on top of the first one, thereby hopefully giving the dog a slightly better view. His dish is lifted up from the floor and placed on the table.

Don't get used to it.