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. )

Comments

[makeitquick]

...Man what is familiar about the guy with the drink. Something is, and it's bugging her because it's a very long off thing to place for her. His face is not really familiar, but it seems like there's an aura. Or maybe it was his voice? Those damn journals make it so hearing things can tend to be before sight.

So, with a light tap of her own nose, Mel makes her way to said guy to confront him about this.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Derek looks up as he sees some one new approach and nods his head in greeting. Like Melaka, he feels the tug of 'something familiar' in his memory, but it's just as elusive for him as it was for the slayer. Not sure what to make of that, he cocks his head to the side in curiosity.

"Hey." Not sure what else to add to that, but at least it's a start.

[makeitquick]

"Hey, you."

It's a deft response. Not sure who this is still.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

And Derek will raise an eyebrow at this something-of-an-empass.

"So...have we met before?"

[makeitquick]

She actually takes up a thoughtful expression here, trying to place it. the face does nothing, but when she closes her eyes briefly... nod.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Derek watches her do this, frowning himself, and then gives a brief nod in return.

"Do you remember how we met?" Because, his tone suggests, he doesn't.

[makeitquick]

"Dunno."

A beat.

"Guess on those books."

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Derek nods.

"Must have been last time I was here. Name's Derek."

[makeitquick]

"Melaka Fray."

A shift