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- [btvs/ats] cordelia chase,
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- [httyd] hiccup,
- [marvel films] tony stark,
- [newford series] jilly coppercorn,
- [oc] ginia solana,
- [oc] helios sprensonne,
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- [potc] james norrington,
- [punch-out!!] little mac,
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- [suikoden] caesar silverberg,
- [tales: symphonia] raine sage,
- [vampires: los muertos] derek bliss
so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door
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. )
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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Was this fast becoming a stock answer? Maybe. She had snubbed him twice now, and he was fast withdrawing.
"I have tried everything in fact. It is all quite impressive."
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Really.
And which 'it' would it be that I am blind to in this instance?"
He'll accomodate her analysis for now. He owes her that much for the way that he treated her before.
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She had questions for him. They would have to wait until the appropriate time.
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"It is all quite agreeable, yes. Mashed potatoes are a particular favorite of mine."
Not these mashed potatoes, mind you.
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She nabbed a roll from the nearby table and tore into it -- halving it with her fingers.
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Now here was a vegetable he'd never heard of. Or perhaps a spice? Perhaps that was what he sensed in the mashed potatoes - the thing that just about put him off. Calories.
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"If this is to be an annual occurance, perhaps it might be for the best if I knew the particulars of this thanksgiving celebration. So if you would be so accomodating - just what is it that we are we celebrating today?"
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She preferred her version.
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Apparently not.
"It likely has no relevance here anyway. We are, in effect, a people without a past. We must party, whatever the cause. Regardless of cause."
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"According to the song? Yep."
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