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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[Hello, darling. Ginia comes other with a cup of cider in one hand and smiles at him, reaching over to his hand a subtle squeeze.]

/Enjoying yourself?/

Very much so. [He gives her hand a brief squeeze before lightly touching his cup against hers'.] Cheers. Happy Thanksgiving.

/Cheers. Happy Thanksgiving. Thank you for passing on Buffy's invitation to me./

Not at all. I'm, um, I'm glad you could make it.

[For a few reasons, really.]

/Give me more of a heads up next time and I'll be on time./

[There's a teasing smile and another light squeeze to his hand. She's trying to be good and cut down on the lovey-doveyness, especially around a Slayer whose opinion of their relationship is still yet undetermined, but after being a kid for a week, it's nice being close to him again.]

/I'm really impressed. The food is great./

Buffy has come a long way with a very great deal of help. I can't really blame her for being excited. [Not after last year.]

/The people, the food, the nice environment, nothing crazy going on outside, it's what this day should be. I can't blame her for being excited either, I'd call it quite the success./

Especially given our track record for Thanksgivings in the past.

...one of the better traditions, this. [He takes a fond look around at the general festivity, the warmth, and smiles happily.]

/Let's enjoy the present and not think too much on the past today./

I'll do my best. But if we're talking about what we're thankful for, what I'm most thankful for is that this is nothing like the past.

[There's an understanding nod with that.]

/I think I can share in that, for different reasons.

There's been a lot of niceness this week. The New Feather party was wonderful, this is quite nice, I hope it lasts a bit longer./

...and you're back. That's, um, th-that's nice.

[There's a smile and a sheepish laugh.]

/Yes, I'm back. As is Helios. It's quite good to be back, though it was... fun./

...yes, it was fun. [A brief but genuine smile flashes over his face.]

All in all, I think the missions actually are less horrifying than the kidnappings.

/I must agree. Had our own, comfortable rooms, food wasn't bad, couldn't really see much of the facility, but it's better than a cell.

And what do you know, we got rewards?/

Yes, we did. Mine had been sitting in my room the entire time. I don't think I ever asked you what you got?

/Acoustic bass guitar./ [There may be a touch of excitement in her signs.] /Looks like I can practice more in my apartment. I should apologize to everyone in advance./

Apology accepted in advance.

With Derek back, you might even have a teacher.

/I'll have a teacher, yes, though don't think I haven't been teaching myself. I've made some progress./

I never doubted you.

...so. Are we really forming a band, then?

/I believe so. I still need to talk to Derek about it./ [There's a pause, then a small shrug.] /He doesn't remember me, but I think he could be convinced./

Nor me. Probably better that way, honestly. His last stay was, um, hardly kind.

/New beginnings, in some ways, until memories come back. I suppose it's all right, we were only just getting to know each other./

[Her smile is soft, a little reflective as she thinks on her conversation with Giles, about if he ever forgot her and the things that should be done. But today is Thanksgiving and it should be a happy day and Ginia quickly pushes those thoughts aside.]

/Walk with me, I need more cider and I want to grab some pie before it's all gone./

Of course. [He sets his half finished plate on a nearby side table and gets to his feet, ready to follow where Ginia decides to lead. Although there is a moment of trepidation at the mention of pies. Jack can be quite persuasive, at times.]

[There's a moment where Ginia unconsciously takes his hand, then thinks on it and almost releases it, then decides to hell with it. She's not ashamed of dating him and people will find out in time if they don't already know. She remains holding his hand as she leads the way over to the food table.]

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