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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[quip]

She turned to face Buffy. "No demons to speak of. Can't say I'm complaining," she smiled. It was far unlike home, and Cordelia was happy for that.

"Thanks for the invite, Buffy." She gestured to the table lined up with all the delicious food. "Did you make all that yourself?

[herotypical]

"...Oh, God no. I had help. But the pies -- when you get to them -- are all me."

She held out the tumbler.

[quip]

Cordelia took it the tumbler, "Thanks."

If Cordelia had thrown Thanksgiving, there'd be a lot of meals that were preordered from ... somewhere. "I didn't know you could cook as well." As well as everything else Buffy was capable of doing; from kicking demonic ass to bartending to hooking up with a pirate. Was there anything she couldn't do?

[herotypical]

"Oh, please. I press-ganged a lot of outside labour for this. Like..." She pointed a few people out. "Archie Kennedy. And over there is Jilly -- she lives here. And so, too, does Elizabeth Swann. Jack caught the turkeys. I mean -- actually caught them. And other people helped. Thought..."

Her voice softened. "I am trying. To learn the cooking thing. Bit by bit. Doctor McCoy used to do most of the food stuffs when he lived here but...now that he's gone? Someone's gotta step up to the plate. But believe me, my input was mostly supervisory."

[quip]

"You made pies. I can barely cook a waffle with the right equipment." Angel's going to be stuck doing all the cooking until Cordelia can master the simplest things. She's a bit jealous (very jealous) that she couldn't even be in the kitchen without doing something ridiculously stupid, while Buffy was able to manage this, even if she didn't catch the turkey.

So, she decided to go for something that she knew - Buffy as the Slayer. "You can be frightening when you use your Slayer voice."

[herotypical]

"Waffles were one of the first things I learned, after ending up here. Honestly -- you end up with free time. You end up learning things. And, if you get in friendly with Derek Bliss? You end up learning food things."

A sip of her very diluted wine. She suppressed a booze-face. "As for me and my voice? It's gotten many a carrot boiled, today."

[quip]

"Derek Bliss a chef?" She locked that name up somewhere safe in her memory. If anything, she wanted to learn how to cook something here. "You really think he could help the complete hopeless?" How about the beyond completely hopeless?

[herotypical]

"Not a chef, really. But he should've been one. Maybe in another circumstance."

Nope. Derek was a vampire hunter -- and so Buffy had a particular bond with him. "And he taught me how to make a curry. A good curry. A curry fit for a romantic dinner with someone who specifically hinted at wanting curry. So he can give hope to the gastro-hopeless."

[quip]

Buffy brings all the vampire people to the yard.

Cordelia had a feeling who this person who desired curry was. "I'll have to keep a look out for him, then. I'd like to fend for myself here. Not of the catching turkey variety, but being able to whip up something without it looking like charcoal would be a bonus."

Speaking of catching turkeys, Cordelia couldn't quite believe that the turkey on the table hadn't been store bought. "Jack really chased a turkey?"

[herotypical]

Sadly, no one liked blood milkshakes.

"Mmhm. Jack does that. Chase things. Sometimes? He catches them."

[quip]

Cordelia bets Buffy put up a very good chase before Jack caught her. "I bet."

Thinking about Buffy's love life. Strange.

"He sounds useful."

[herotypical]

"...Been introduced, yet?"

gd continuity. :|

[quip]

"I think I passed him a few times. Guy with the hair?" Dreadlocks. He was definitely not what she had been expecting of a pirate.

WHAT EVEN IS IT.

[herotypical]

"Hair. Hat. Beard. Occasional dabblings in eyeliner. So very not my usual."

She pointed at the pirate across the room. "But you see it, right? The Deppitude? Like a freaking body double."

some mystical force buffy should go slay

[quip]

So far from her usual. And perhaps the ending to their story will take a nice turn and be different. And not end in someone being sent to hell and all that boring stuff.

She looked in the direction and spotted him. Taking a minute to squint her eyes and, yes, there it was, the Deppitude. "You're so lucky you've snatched that up because I cannot resist the Depp." Cordelia sighed, returning her gaze to Buffy. "It's sad. He probably doesn't even know who Johnny Depp is."

...she'll get right on that.

[herotypical]

"...No clue. Movie quotes are like Greek to him. Well -- mostly. We did a little foray into Indiana Jones a few months ago; it went better than expected. I haven't tried to tackle telling him about the likeness, yet. Mostly because I think it'll go to his head."

my hero ♥

[quip]

Sounds like someone she knows.

"You had success with Indiana Jones? Maybe there's hope for him yet. I'd pick one of Depp's better movies before you tell him about the likeness. He might take offense to some of the stuff he's done."

[herotypical]

"He's a pirate. I think Indy's daring, looting ways appealed to his intense love of shiny things. It definitely went over better than Dawson's Creek."

[quip]

Cordelia looked at Buffy blankly. Did she hear her correctly? "... You tried Dawson's Creek with him? Seriously?"

[herotypical]

"What? He lost a bet. It was totally fair and square."

[quip]

"You only show someone Dawson's Creek if you severely hate them," Cordelia said. She may have had a thing for Joshua Jackson at one point, but, that show was not on her list of 'What Made You Cool'. "Hopefully this was a good bet, because no one - not even Harmony on her worst day - deserves to be tortured like that."

[herotypical]

"He should've thought of that before he challenged me to a game of blindfolded darts."

[quip]

She questions Jack's sanity, sometimes. "He does know you're the Slayer, right? Kind of comes with the territory that you slay everything."

Total dumbass.

[herotypical]

"Oh, he knows. It really makes a girl wonder whether he's looking to lose."

Buffy took another sip and then shifted the conversational gears. "You, though. Still going good with the settling?"

[quip]

"Don't really think I can complain," she shrugged. She'd complain about the distance she had to walk from Building 6 to here and back, but other than that, it was getting easier. Sort of. If one didn't count the constant spoiler blocks she was walking into. "I've got a place to live and I've got a few people from home here. I guess that's lucky?"

Except, the spoilers. That made her give a bit of a sigh. Being three years behind was difficult, to say the least.