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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"Buffy is not going to find OUT about that idea until I am well and truly gone!"

"Gone where?" She laughed. "You don't think the Cullen House is going to keep you from hearing about it, do you?"

Oh. Right. He hadn't really TOLD anyone yet, had he?

"On my mission, darling. Leaving tomorrow."

Her smile was gone in an instant, eyes widening. "Your...mission? Tomorrow?!"

"Tomorrow. Sorry, I...Sorry. There's not much notice given for these sorts of things, and I couldn't turn it down. Not when.....Christmas coming, and all."

"What kind of mission? Why...what will you be doing?" There's a stunned, distant note to her voice, like she's discussing something that's not fully real. Because it isn't. Not really. When she'd heard about the missions, she hadn't actually considered the fact that people she cared about might willingly work with the Malnosso.

"Just some cargo loading. It should be alright, Miss Jilly. Not nearly as dangerous as the other sorts of mission. Work never killed anyone, did it."

"It better not." She doesn't want to lose him. Not again. Reaching out, she takes hold of his hand and squeezes. "You're really going?"

"It's highly...highly important that I go, lovely." Jack allows her to take his hand. It's always noticeable how small and delicate her own are when he is holding them. "For Buffy."

"What do you mean, for Buffy? How is it for Buffy?"

Should he tell Jilly this?

.....Is there anyone OTHER than Jilly---and perhaps Kennedy---that he CAN tell about this?

"There's...there's a ring I wish to give her. To ask the Malnosso for. In reward."

"Oh!"

Her eyes widen just slightly at the implication. Even if it's not that sort of ring...it had to be big to require this sort of risk. And if it was that sort...

but she's still torn. "How long will you be gone?" It wouldn't be worth it if he got himself hurt.

"Over a week. I'll try to work more--get sent back for the party if I can. I don't want you to worry, Jilly. It's straightforward enough. It'll be FINE."

"Even if it's straightforward...

Be careful, Jack. Please?" She doesn't trust the Malnosso. Not with anything, least of all the lives of her friends.

"I'll guard my life...with my life. You can be assured of that, sweetheart. Now perhaps you'd best fill yourself with more evil turkey, hmm?"

Because at this rate there were going to be leftovers for weeks.

She hesitates for a moment, but then lets the conversation slide to other matters. If he was decided, there was nothing she'd be able to do to change his mind... and he'd already promised to be careful.

"Do I want to know why the turkey is evil?"

"Who knows, darling, why anyone makes the choice to walk into darkness? Best not to think too closely on it, in my experience, and spend that time running the other direction."

Sometimes talking to Jack was a little like riding a roller coaster. She's caught off guard enough by his answer that she can't help but laugh, ducking her head with an amused smile before resigning herself to the banter. "Should we really be eating something so corrupt? They do say you are what you eat."

"I believe we've roasted the evil right out of it, and garnished it with the divine goodness of cranberries. It can't hurt us now, pet."

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

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