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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[quip]

Buffy brings all the vampire people to the yard.

Cordelia had a feeling who this person who desired curry was. "I'll have to keep a look out for him, then. I'd like to fend for myself here. Not of the catching turkey variety, but being able to whip up something without it looking like charcoal would be a bonus."

Speaking of catching turkeys, Cordelia couldn't quite believe that the turkey on the table hadn't been store bought. "Jack really chased a turkey?"

[herotypical]

Sadly, no one liked blood milkshakes.

"Mmhm. Jack does that. Chase things. Sometimes? He catches them."

[quip]

Cordelia bets Buffy put up a very good chase before Jack caught her. "I bet."

Thinking about Buffy's love life. Strange.

"He sounds useful."

[herotypical]

"...Been introduced, yet?"

gd continuity. :|

[quip]

"I think I passed him a few times. Guy with the hair?" Dreadlocks. He was definitely not what she had been expecting of a pirate.

WHAT EVEN IS IT.

[herotypical]

"Hair. Hat. Beard. Occasional dabblings in eyeliner. So very not my usual."

She pointed at the pirate across the room. "But you see it, right? The Deppitude? Like a freaking body double."

some mystical force buffy should go slay

[quip]

So far from her usual. And perhaps the ending to their story will take a nice turn and be different. And not end in someone being sent to hell and all that boring stuff.

She looked in the direction and spotted him. Taking a minute to squint her eyes and, yes, there it was, the Deppitude. "You're so lucky you've snatched that up because I cannot resist the Depp." Cordelia sighed, returning her gaze to Buffy. "It's sad. He probably doesn't even know who Johnny Depp is."

...she'll get right on that.

[herotypical]

"...No clue. Movie quotes are like Greek to him. Well -- mostly. We did a little foray into Indiana Jones a few months ago; it went better than expected. I haven't tried to tackle telling him about the likeness, yet. Mostly because I think it'll go to his head."

my hero ♥

[quip]

Sounds like someone she knows.

"You had success with Indiana Jones? Maybe there's hope for him yet. I'd pick one of Depp's better movies before you tell him about the likeness. He might take offense to some of the stuff he's done."

[herotypical]

"He's a pirate. I think Indy's daring, looting ways appealed to his intense love of shiny things. It definitely went over better than Dawson's Creek."

[quip]

Cordelia looked at Buffy blankly. Did she hear her correctly? "... You tried Dawson's Creek with him? Seriously?"

[herotypical]

"What? He lost a bet. It was totally fair and square."

[quip]

"You only show someone Dawson's Creek if you severely hate them," Cordelia said. She may have had a thing for Joshua Jackson at one point, but, that show was not on her list of 'What Made You Cool'. "Hopefully this was a good bet, because no one - not even Harmony on her worst day - deserves to be tortured like that."

[herotypical]

"He should've thought of that before he challenged me to a game of blindfolded darts."

[quip]

She questions Jack's sanity, sometimes. "He does know you're the Slayer, right? Kind of comes with the territory that you slay everything."

Total dumbass.

[herotypical]

"Oh, he knows. It really makes a girl wonder whether he's looking to lose."

Buffy took another sip and then shifted the conversational gears. "You, though. Still going good with the settling?"

[quip]

"Don't really think I can complain," she shrugged. She'd complain about the distance she had to walk from Building 6 to here and back, but other than that, it was getting easier. Sort of. If one didn't count the constant spoiler blocks she was walking into. "I've got a place to live and I've got a few people from home here. I guess that's lucky?"

Except, the spoilers. That made her give a bit of a sigh. Being three years behind was difficult, to say the least.

[herotypical]

"They help. The familiar faces. Usually. Less so when that familiar face is oh, say, Drusilla."

[quip]

"She's been here?" Oh, great. "What about Darla?" Cordelia, personally, was not her biggest fan, especially for being the reason why Angel turned into Massive Asshole for a few months.

[herotypical]

Oh. She stiffened. Buffy knew far more about Darla than she cared to know, now. Spoilers she wished she hadn't had spoiled. "Never. And Drusilla's actually been gone for a very, very long time."

[quip]

"Good. Because I really want to stake that crazy." Drusilla was unnerving. She was a sad case to begin with, but Cordelia couldn't be around her - or think about her - without the hairs on her arms standing up.

She's thankful that she came later rather than during. "Any other friends of ours turn up here?"

[herotypical]

Friends of ours. It was a tougher category to parse out than it should have been. The Sunnydale crowd was so out of touch with Cordelia. "Willow and Xander. Dawn. You never met the Trio. Oh, God. Spike. Faith. And then -- from your side of the biz? Wesley and Fred."

Connor, too. But Buffy wasn't sure how that timeline worked. What she was sure of was that she didn't want to talk about Angel's son with anyone.

[quip]

She perked up at the names of her friends - she knew of the Scoobies, sans Spike and Faith, if they counted - but knowing who of the L.A. branch had been here made her feel somewhat connected - at the same time as disconnected - from them. "Fred and Wesley have been here?" She wished they were here with her right now, potential spoilers if they came years before her be damned.

Cordelia didn't think much of Spike being here. He was someone who flew under her radar unless he was all up in her face with his bleached hair. He was more Angel's pain in the ass than hers. She raised her eyebrows, "Faith? Was this pre-psycho?"

[herotypical]

"...No. It wasn't. But we made it work. Somehow. She left before my first year was up, anyway. Mostly? It's been me kinda solo-ish, here. People come and people go. One big Sunnydale revolving door. Plus some LA, I guess."

[quip]

"Wow, that sounds like it really sucks," she said, sympathetically. She didn't know how she'd handle people coming and going - and possibly coming back - on her. "But at least you've got people here." She clicked her fingers, standing a bit straighter, "Like Jack! That's got to be one of those big bonuses for being a winged veteran."