lucetilogs | 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. )

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Jilly hadn't had much of a chance to speak with Ginia, adult or otherwise, but she recognized the other woman from when she'd joined her at the fire. Raising a hand in greeting, she wove her way through the crowd to come and join her when she saw her step through the door.

"Come on in! Don't let the crowd scare you off...I'm pretty sure we have enough food to serve everyone two more times after this."

Ginia is trying to figure out the first thing to do when she spots a quasi-familiar face. She remembers Jilly well enough from the fire and offers a friendly smile and a wave back before quickly digging out her notepad and pen.

There's a lot of people here, I'm amazed the house and fit everyone. But it's nice too. Looks great.

Jilly sidles close so that she can see, saving Ginia the time of having to turn the pad around, and nods. "It turned out well. And I like the crowds. It kind of reminds me of home."

She laughed. "Not that it was always this crowded. But there's just generally more bustle in a city."

Ginia nods in agreement, looking back around at everyone around them. There are crowds, the big ones where a person can feel lost and small in, then there are these crowds, warm and friendly.

I get that. I've spent most of my life in big cities so small village life is a change. Not a bad change, but still a change. I like being able to see the stars out here.

"It's one of my favorite things, as well," Jilly agreed. "I think what I really miss is the noise, though." She smiled. "Even now, I'm not really used to how quiet it gets at night."

Cars are excellent for background noise. Cars and all the sounds you get in a busy city. There's a special kind of charm there. Here, sometimes it feels too quiet at night. Silence makes me nervous. She grins slightly at that, realizing some of the irony behind her words.

But Jilly understood well enough, and she just smiled in return. "Well, tonight there's no shortage of sound. And if it's ever too quiet for you, you're welcome to jot a note to me in the journals. I tend to be up late and, if I'm not painting, I'm probably thinking the same thing."

Night owls unite. I tend to be up late too, either because I'm at Cloud Nine or patrolling.

What do you like painting?

"Patrolling? Like Buffy?"

She smiled at the question though, waving a hand. "I don't know that I focus on any one particular thing, here. Back home I drew what I saw, and I tried to focus on things that other people might miss. Like...little bits of beauty or magic where you wouldn't expect them. But here, sometimes it just feels like I'm making photographs, of a sort."

A nod. During New Feather cycles, I keep an eye out for anyone that might arrive at night. Otherwise I patrol some nights with Giles.

That sounds really nice. I've always admired people that can draw and create like that.

"That's wonderful. The more eyes out there, the better."

She shook her head with a smile. "It just takes practice. Really. I had to learn, too."

Just doing my part to help out. Especially with the weather as it is now, it'd be horrible for someone to be brought here at night.

Ginia smiles and gives a shake of her head. Oh, there's proof of her lack of artistry in her notebook, proof that will never be seen by anyone else again. Believe me, I butcher stick figures. I guess I've always been more musically inclined.

She laughed at that. "Fair enough. You're welcome to tromp me in that area. I love listening, but I can't play to save my life."

I guess we all get our own talents. I'd love to see your work sometime, if that's okay.

"More than okay, if you don't mind chaos. My studio is a bit of a mess."

Don't worry, I'm quite accustomed to chaos.

"Then you are more than welcome."

When's a good time?

Jilly laughed, shaking her head. "I don't know that there's really a bad time. I'm helping at the school when they need an extra hand, but most days are free."

Ginia thinks, working through her mental schedule. How about Saturday afternoon?

"Saturday it is!" She smiled, then tilted her head back towards the kitchen. "But, first, there's Thanksgiving. I hope you're hungry."

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

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