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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[ironizing.livejournal.com]

He doesn't do holidays. This isn't something new. A bunch of people getting together to stuff themselves and get on each other's nerves and be sappy about how thankful they are for life, friends, et cetera? Yeah, not his thing. So he's just stopping by. Maybe he'll grab a piece of pie. It's his favorite, so he might as well seize the day and whatever.

But that's it, seriously. He will not be roped in by some cheesy emotional holiday about being with the people you care about most.

...Yeah. Not his thing.

[quip]

Cordelia is drawn to him because, hey, two Sesame Street kids in the same room? Gonna happen.

Besides, she's slightly warming up to all of the new faces she's meeting. And the faces she's met before but never really seen, which Tony fits into quite nicely.

With a plate of half eaten food, she's at tha table again. "Try the pie." She should get paid for this advertising. And she goes for said pie.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

Kids from the Street gotta stick together. So when Tony turns to the speaker, he makes the connection pretty quick. He's not nearly as terrible with faces as he pretends to be.

"Oh please, that's practically all I came for. Thanksgiving isn't good for much else besides the pie, to be honest, Big Bird."

[quip]

Big Bird. The bane of her short Luceti existence.

She glances up, the smile on her face big and wide - she really can't help it, she likes Tony regardless of the nickname - and seems to brighten up about a sun or two. "Hey Grover. It's nice to finally put a face to the Iron Man."

Honestly, she's been hoping to meet Tony in person - only to see if he's lying about all of his success ... and she likes him a little. But his story just sounds too good to be true; a billionaire plus out-of-the-superhero-telephone-booth superhero does not equal real life.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

He'll make it stick. He doesn't drop nicknames easily.

Still, he makes a face at the nickname, regardless of the fact that he's glad to actually be meeting her in person. The nickname tolerance is not a two-way street, it seems.

"And yourself. A face to the Big Bird, I mean. There's only one Iron Man in this room, and it isn't some of the stiffs that are hanging around." Coughgilescough. "You know Buffy?"

[quip]

The Iron Nicknamer.

"Went to school with her, once upon a time," she says, giving a small smile. Not exactly the fondest of memories there, but, those memories are being replaced with the good ones from here. Finally, her and Buffy seem to be on the same playing ground. She finally gets it.

"So," she gave a once-over of the room, leaning into him slyly, "who are these stiffs?"

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Oh, is that so?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about Buffy's high school days. She's definitely the mysterious-past type. He gives Cordelia a curious look--does that mean she's got a mysterious past, too? He wouldn't have pegged her as the type, but if it's mysterious past by association...

He follows her glance round the room. "To be honest? I don't know that many of them myself. Buffy and her pirate beau, Sparrow. Hopefully you've had the joy of meeting him. Raine--or, Rainie, as I call her--the school teacher. That one, Derek, gave me spaghetti once. Oh--and you probably already know Giles. He's a joy."

[herotypical]

"...Look who decided to show his face."

Think fast, Stark. Buffy tossed a roll directly at him.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

It's still surprising, but he's got decent reflexes. Spending his free time in a supersmart suit of armor hasn't dulled them down yet.

He gives the roll a peculiar look, like it's invaded his personal bubble. "Seriously? Some bread smooshed into a round shape is the way you choose to introduce your great Thanksgiving dinner? Not impressed, Buffster."

[herotypical]

"I was gonna throw some gravy but then I figured you'd try and beat me up for getting your precious rich-boy clothes all dirty."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"What? Not like I paid for this." But he'd hate to see a good suit gone to waste. He shrugs, taking a bite out of the roll. "And you never know. Maybe I would have caught it."

[herotypical]

"...Huh. Then I actually would've been impressed."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Fancy suits of various, um, natures--and I still haven't impressed you, Summers? Well, I'm really off my A-game."

a handful of repulsers. snrk.

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

This man is playing Norrington's game, and probably for similar reasons -- James catches the stranger's eye and actually manages to smile conspiratorially. He smiles as if to say that no, he doesn't want to be there either and isn't duty a pain sometimes? But then he turns away again, and it would take an effort to believe that he had ever extended that greeting-of-sorts at all. That he was capable of smiling.

that was beautiful.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

Well, that split-second of understanding and conspiracy is all it takes for Tony to realize that there was a great opportunity here. Either a) they can work together to spread the holiday grumpiness around, or b) he's a prime target for some classic wallflower harassment. Time to figure out which case it is!

"Let me guess. You're another one from Buffy's Island of Misfit Toys, aren't you." He's probably classified in that group himself, yes. But it doesn't bother him like it might have before.

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

A little off-putting. It wasn't supposed to go this far - he thought the other man would understand that.

"Tin soldier -- A pleasure."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Iron Man." He sticks out his hand for a greeting. "But since that doesn't really carry the weight around here that it should, you can call me Tony."

I may have set you up for that one. Maybe.

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure to meet you -- Anthony."

That was what he'd heard, wasn't it? Surely.

"And a pity that it could not be under more agreeable circumstances."

I couldn't resist. :|a

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's short for Antonio." He'd more or less convinced someone else this was the case. Antonio was a bit more exciting than Anthony, anyway. Dad had a pretty boring taste in names.

He shrugs, giving the party a once-over. "It could be worse. There could be no food and alcohol, and then where would we be?" Lost, that's where.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

They'd only talked the once. She knows that much. And for all that she remembers the face, she can't for the life of her remember his name.

Funny how she could have drawn him but couldn't have called to him if her life depended on it.

Still...he was company in their house and, from her memory, friendly enough. Cynical, but friendly. So she doesn't hesitate to comment when she steps close enough to be heard.

"I don't think I've ever seen someone look so fierce at a piece of pie. What did it do?"

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

He looks up--oh, right, he remembers this girl. From the Furniture Shop. And...give him a second. Something with a J. He'll come up with it.

"Well--it looked delicious, that's what it did. I can't really blame the pie, though. It's the fault of whoever made it."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

"If that's the look a delicious pie gets, I'm not sure I want to see the glare when it fails the taste-test."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Well, to be honest, it'd probably be less of a glare and more of a...'I could not be more disappointed in you, go back to the gutter and think about what you did' type-of-look." He sticks in his fork to take a bite. "I take pie very seriously."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She grinned. "Well, make sure to tell Buffy that. I think she was worried about her pies not living up to expectations."

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

Oh, well this is news. "Buffy? They're her pies? Huh. I didn't realize she had a domestic side."