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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[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

"It's not really a party if everyone doesn't get to dig in," she said, carefully sidestepping the compliment. It was easier, that way. "You're a friend of Buffy's, I take it?"

[crisisrain]

"One of her older friends. Don't ask me how we met, that's somethin' I'm trying to figure out myself." He replied, straight to the point. "What about you?"

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She laughed. "You don't look that old." Coming from the girl who looked like she was still in her teens. At the very least, she knew that looks could be misleading.

"As for us...it's a long story." Including falling madly in love with Buffy's not-quite-(at the time)-boyfriend and hiding from pyschotic death gods. "But the highlights are probably believing we were sisters and deciding to be housemates." She offers her hand. "I'm Jilly."

[crisisrain]

He looks at her hand curiously before shaking it. "I'm older than ya might think. But let me guess, the Malnosso had somethin' to do with your meeting then?" He lets out a little sigh, as if it seemed that the Malnosso caused him plenty of trouble themselves.

"You definitely look like ya could be sisters, though."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She arched an eyebrow, laughing in amusement. "Really?" Other than their heights, the two girls didn't share much in the way of looks, but perhaps it was the trick that people sometimes commented on where you began to look like the people you lived with.

...though she couldn't imagine any woman in Luceti who she felt less alike, as far as appearances went. Unless it was Elizabeth Swann.