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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"Ah! Hello, yes. Quite."

It might take a moment for the admiral to adjust to this. He'd seen her before the fateful shift, yes, but only once, and in the context of her Thumbelina phase his first feeling is of a desire to protect. From what? No house cat could pose her much danger now. He breaks into a smile.

"I trust you have been well?"

With all of these protective sailors wandering about, she'd be unlikely to get as far as stubbing her toe before someone could stop her. "Very. For all the ups and downs." She wasn't really sure which described the Halloween debacle.

"You seem to have made it through the last holiday alright. If with a rather small appetite." She gave his plate another amused look.

"I would not like to take more than was my due, and with the recent addition to our numbers - who knows how many may attend?"

A poor excuse, but he'd really rather not get into what, exactly, has put him off of eating tonight. Or whom.

"It is quite an impressive spread, however. Thoughrily impressive."

And then, nonchalantly,

"I hear you have a new house-guest. I hope she is settling well?"

She laughed a little at that. "Sir, I think we have enough food in the kitchen to feed the village three times over. You don't need to hold back on our account."

She smiled a the last addition, nodding as she turned to skim the crowd for their new housemate. "Elizabeth? I think so. She doesn't seem like the type to feel out of place for long."

"No, no indeed."

The admiral cannot help but respond fondly to this nugget of information. Small though it may be in essence, it carries a ring of truth which inflates it in his mind.

"She was lucky to have found this house so quickly -- and its residents. All new arrivals here should hope to be so fortunate."

"We're happy to have her." Her head tilted slightly. "I take it you know each other?"

He is that transparent, is he? Well, he has two choices - lie, and be known to lie, or simply speak the truth.

"We have had prior acquaintance, yes."

The careful calculation of his response gets more of a remark than the lie would have. One eyebrow goes up. "...Good acquaintances? Or...not so good?" With so neutral a response, she didn't feel comfortable assuming.

"I have always enjoyed her company. I cannot, however, speak for her opinion of me."

His expectations on that point have been incorrect in the past.

"In this place, I can't imagine she'd be anything but happy for a familiar face." At least, from her previous experiences with Norrington, she had no reason to.

Well then. He must have been doing something right. With Jilly. Still, he would have hoped that there would be more to recommend him to Mrs. Turner than his mere familiarity.

"Then I expect she should be as grateful to see the smirking face of Jack Sparrow."

He paused. That was uncalled for. A moment, no more, and he had tightened his grip on his composure once more.

"If she should come into any difficulty - this place being what it is - can I count upon you to let me know?"

Edited 2011-12-16 12:35 (UTC)

One eyebrow arched at the sharp jest, though she doesn't pursue it. She'd seen enough good in Jack to want to defend him, but it seemed that their latest arrival was bringing up all kinds of surprising conflicts. She didn't want to nose into such matters until she actually knew enough about Elizabeth to have something worth saying.

His question is something she can respond to, though, and she nods. "Of course. And we'll look after her too...though she seems pretty capable of looking after herself, really."

"But -- this place being what it is.."

This was a point that he hoped would not go undeeded. Luceti could turn capable young women into mice. It could do the same to Elizabeth.

Edited 2011-12-18 21:51 (UTC)

She nodded. "It's important we look out for each other. And we will. I promise."

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