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]

"Is this one of those penalty things? You lose something temporarily because of the big dumbasses in charge?" Cordelia was liking the sound of this Malnosso. She'd like their heads - or whatever they really were - on a stick. If only she were in Pylea.

[consultmybooks]

"Was. I'm still not certain if the Malnosso are responsible for it, and at the least they are willing to put whatever it is back after a few months."

Her and Giles both. Giles had had the rare honor of actually getting the chance at some of the Malnosso, and the results generally had been rather bloody.

[quip]

Sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. "Well, I hope it goes well. With the putting the puzzle pieces back together. You wouldn't be Giles if you didn't have all of your annoying traits," she smiled. Despite their differences - and the fact that she felt like he never got her while she never quite got him - she didn't like the idea of one of her own being tampered with and left damaged. "Anyone able to help speed up the process, you think?"