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. )

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[consultmybooks]

I'll do my best. But if we're talking about what we're thankful for, what I'm most thankful for is that this is nothing like the past.

[shadedsunlight]

[There's an understanding nod with that.]

/I think I can share in that, for different reasons.

There's been a lot of niceness this week. The New Feather party was wonderful, this is quite nice, I hope it lasts a bit longer./

[consultmybooks]

...and you're back. That's, um, th-that's nice.

[shadedsunlight]

[There's a smile and a sheepish laugh.]

/Yes, I'm back. As is Helios. It's quite good to be back, though it was... fun./

[consultmybooks]

...yes, it was fun. [A brief but genuine smile flashes over his face.]

All in all, I think the missions actually are less horrifying than the kidnappings.

[shadedsunlight]

/I must agree. Had our own, comfortable rooms, food wasn't bad, couldn't really see much of the facility, but it's better than a cell.

And what do you know, we got rewards?/

[consultmybooks]

Yes, we did. Mine had been sitting in my room the entire time. I don't think I ever asked you what you got?

[shadedsunlight]

/Acoustic bass guitar./ [There may be a touch of excitement in her signs.] /Looks like I can practice more in my apartment. I should apologize to everyone in advance./

[consultmybooks]

Apology accepted in advance.

With Derek back, you might even have a teacher.

[shadedsunlight]

/I'll have a teacher, yes, though don't think I haven't been teaching myself. I've made some progress./

[consultmybooks]

I never doubted you.

...so. Are we really forming a band, then?

[shadedsunlight]

/I believe so. I still need to talk to Derek about it./ [There's a pause, then a small shrug.] /He doesn't remember me, but I think he could be convinced./

[consultmybooks]

Nor me. Probably better that way, honestly. His last stay was, um, hardly kind.

[shadedsunlight]

/New beginnings, in some ways, until memories come back. I suppose it's all right, we were only just getting to know each other./

[Her smile is soft, a little reflective as she thinks on her conversation with Giles, about if he ever forgot her and the things that should be done. But today is Thanksgiving and it should be a happy day and Ginia quickly pushes those thoughts aside.]

/Walk with me, I need more cider and I want to grab some pie before it's all gone./

[consultmybooks]

Of course. [He sets his half finished plate on a nearby side table and gets to his feet, ready to follow where Ginia decides to lead. Although there is a moment of trepidation at the mention of pies. Jack can be quite persuasive, at times.]

[shadedsunlight]

[There's a moment where Ginia unconsciously takes his hand, then thinks on it and almost releases it, then decides to hell with it. She's not ashamed of dating him and people will find out in time if they don't already know. She remains holding his hand as she leads the way over to the food table.]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles, more or less unaware of this mental dilemma, lets her lead the way. Buffy, as is the case with most things, is his only real concern. She extended the invitation, therefore positive steps have been made. That's what he's focusing on.]

[shadedsunlight]

[Positive steps are always nice steps. Their steps also take them to the food table where nice pumpkin pie is waiting. Ginia cuts a slice of pie, puts it on a plate, and offers it to Giles with a smile.]