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

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

"Something s-..."

Strong? The conversation has been heavy - heavy enough to kindle in him a desire felt by many men before him. And yet, Elizabeth is here. Should he encounter her by chance, for all his attempts to stay in the distance, for all his efforts to dress unlike himself, if he should bump into her despite of all that then he would rather it be with his wits about him.

"Something comfortable."

And now, doesn't he feel pathetic.

[all7seas]

"Tea?"

Oh, God. Not the tea. Don't choose the tea, man.

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

"Surprise me."

There. A balance of caution and danger. And if Jack quenches him into oblivion, why then he can hardly be blamed.

[all7seas]

When Jack pops up round the Admiral next, it is with a steaming cup of salamander tea.

You can't really taste the salamanders, though there is a woody, orangey, spicy, cinnamon-y flavor about it that is bracing.


Also, it HAS been known to cause hallucinations.

"For you, Admiral."

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

The admiral sips it. Once. Obligingly. Then he puts it down.

"Well, I confess I am surprised."

With the mere fact of Jack bringing tea, not with its properties. Those - those will come on later.

[all7seas]

Poor Jamie.

"Surprised? I WAS your first mate for a bit. I DID bring you things."

That's right, Norrington. Drriiiiiiink it. Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink it....

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

"I simply had not anticipated that you would carry your role in the draft off the deck with you, Sparrow. Duty is one thing, but I would expect that you would do your best to distance yourself from that experience. I dare say you did not seem to enjoy it at the time."

Now? Now he's suspicious of the tea.

[all7seas]

As well he SHOULD be suspicious of the tea. It is the most suspicious tea ever brewed.

But this? A tricky issue, that draft.

"I dare say NEITHER of us enjoyed it, Admiral. And I dare say you're still not fully pleased with my decisions in that battle."

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

Too tricky.

"Tea?"

He offered the cup.

[all7seas]

"Of course!" He took it and relished a sip.

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

If ever Jack Sparrow wished to convince the admiral not to drink from a given vessel in future he should use this very same technique. James could not be more appauled by the concept of putting the vessel to his lips again.

"Please. Think nothing of it."