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]

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."

[quip]

If Cordelia knew what he was thinking, she'd laugh. Her being mysterious? The only mysterious thing going for her is Dennis back home. Living with a ghost who was good with the loofah was as good as it got for Cordelia - at least, in her opinion.

"Giles and I are the best of pals," she deadpanned. She didn't think Giles had a very high opinion of her. She didn't blame him. She was a ditz back in high school who only seemed to grate his nerves by simply walking into the library. She frowned. "You don't like Jack?"

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I like him quite a bit, actually. Did that sound sarcastic? Sorry about that. Happens sometimes. I forget to switch of the sarcasm." Also...said very sarcastically.

"But I have to ask--knowing her from home, is he really the type of person you'd expect the Buffster to hook up with? Honestly. I'm curious."