so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door

[herotypical]

Who: anyone invited to house seven's thanksgivingstravaganza -- as well as anyone walking by who might be curious about all the brouhaha.
What: giving thanks!
When: forward dated to november 24th due to predicted holiday hiatuses!
Where: house seven!
Summary: friends, food, fondness. family. festivities.
Rating: g for goin' up.

House Seven was decked out in soft oranges and browns. Gentle reds and yellows. The table was shoved up against a wall and dish upon dish of delicious Thanksgiving dinner-bits adorned it. Plates to one side, a pile of cutlery. Feel free to line up and pile your arms high with roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, carrots and green beans, cranberry sauce, sinful gravy. Stuffing. Steamed broccoli. The amount of food would almost be laughable had the guest list not been so long. Chatter abounded.

It was, by all accounts, a fairly casual gathering. No ceremony (Buffy, by this point, was all ceremony'd out after some fiercely dedicated meal-prepping) to stand on and no customs to keep. Just food and friendship. The only thing customary about Buffy Summers would be her delighted, enchanted grin throughout the evening. Very little pleased her more than a social event that was going well.

Mix! Mingle! Make merry!

(ooc; threadjack into oblivion and don't forget to add your character to the entry tags! have fun! note that this is forward-dated. i'll be tagging around myself later this evening. )

Comments

[unneeded]

"I don't remember. I remember very little, but it's coming back bit by bit."

[consultmybooks]

"It will all come back. In time. It always does. The Malnosso can do virtually anything to anyone, but it always undoes itself."

[unneeded]

"...I don't know why, but I'm not sure I want it all to come back. And I can hardly wait for it all the same. Kennedy-of-the-future sounds like a different person entirely, somehow."

Or else like one who died two years ago.

[consultmybooks]

"Everyone is a different person, when they're older. It's only to be expected, and it isn't anything to be ashamed of. For god's sake, this last week, I became very well acquainted with how much I've changed since I was young and it was a rather staggering transition."

[unneeded]

Click. "Oh, you were the boy..."

[consultmybooks]

Giles' glasses are taken off to be cleaned.

"...I like to think I can sympathize, is, i-is what I mean."

[unneeded]

Giles and Ginia both. Archie glances away, wondering what it must be to be older, to still have the experiences that haunt him now and more besides. Whether he's stronger under the weight of it or simply a better actor. A combination of the two doesn't seem impossible, either. "It sounds like he's very happy here."

[consultmybooks]

"...I think he is. He has friends, he has people he's there for and who trust him. He even has a few projects to keep him occupied. If he isn't, he's certainly invested in pretending and a much better actor than I ever though."

[unneeded]

"Well. I can tell you he isn't the latter." But it's heartening news.