herotypical: [ happy ; snarky ; mug ] (✝ it's like a bullet to the head)
buffy anne summers ([personal profile] herotypical) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-11-21 11:59 am

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. )
all7seas: (Erm...)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-11-22 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
The disaster might involve Buffy's pies, now that you mention it.

[This---THIS---might be the first cue that Jack may actually be a bit concerned about those pies. She has talked down about them the entire time, after all.]
consultmybooks: (At a Loss for Words)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-11-22 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Buffy's...pies?

[Buffy had said nothing of pies. Giles had eaten no pies. Giles was, in fact, utterly in the dark about pies and wasn't sure why this was suddenly worrying.]
all7seas: (Res ipsa loquitur)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-11-22 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Buffy's......pies.

[It's worrying, yes--though for reasons Jack Sparrow cannot yet fathom.]
consultmybooks: (Hold On)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-11-22 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Giles gives Jack a second to emerge from his private horror before prompting:] What about Buffy's pies?
all7seas: (hear me out)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-11-22 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She's just been...giving almost constant warnings about them, like some unholy prophet. Makes a man wonder.