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Entry tags:
- [btvs/ats] cordelia chase,
- [btvs] buffy summers,
- [btvs] rupert giles,
- [hornblower] archie kennedy,
- [httyd] hiccup,
- [marvel films] tony stark,
- [newford series] jilly coppercorn,
- [oc] ginia solana,
- [oc] helios sprensonne,
- [potc] jack sparrow,
- [potc] james norrington,
- [punch-out!!] little mac,
- [suikoden] albert silverberg,
- [suikoden] caesar silverberg,
- [tales: symphonia] raine sage,
- [vampires: los muertos] derek bliss
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. )
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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But she accepted the kiss with a half-smile and, after another whispered shooing, patted his backside with affection. "Go. Sooner you go? The sooner you can come back."
Eventually, she took the opposite direction -- deeper into the house, shutting off light-switches as she went.
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Jack missed him.
Finally, after giving Buffy what he thought was plenty of time, the pirate crept around the side of the house to her bedroom window. Lightly he leaped up and grabbed hold of the sill with one hand, pushing it slowly open with the other. It was getting sticky, this window. He'd have to take measures to fix that.
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She dried herself off with a towel before tucking it around herself like a little towel-dress. She combed her hair and she brushed her teeth and she groomed away a pesky hangnail.
Buffy picked the chain holding Jack's ring up off the bathroom counter and clasped it back around her neck. She resettled it against the terry cloth. Fittingly enough, she too was humming the whale song as she wandered back to her bedroom -- a few moments later than Jack.
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Oh. Lovely. Lovely freshly-showered towel-clad...
"Hallo. The whale song. You liked it."
The ring stood out against the white of the towel, and Jack licked his lips when he saw it.
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It had been a problem of hers -- habitual though only once literal. Finding something to sing about.
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"Feeling better, now?"
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She sat next to him -- looking thoughtful and looking like she might be about to unleash those thoughts on him.
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"...Hey. If I descend into a total humiliating moment of complete and utter sappiness, just for a sec -- will you forgive me?"
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Jack wound his arm around her, resting flighty fingers for a moment on the terrycloth covering.
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"Just -- thanks. I mean...okay, the turkey-hunting clearly made this whole thing possible so thanks for that but also -- thanks for other things. All the other good things."
Giving thanks, after all, was the name of the game.
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Maybe he could just hold her like this for a while and permanently delay giving her any news at all.
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"You want to get dressed for bed? I should probably..."
He tugged at his embroidered blue waistcoat--his best item of clothing, really, buttoned with silver over a pristine linen shirt.
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And so she began to prattle while picking through a drawer for pajamas. "Quite the turnout, huh? It's a shame aged-just-right Archie missed out but...maybe he'll remember."
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Jack walked to the closet and began unbuttoning his waistcoat, hanging it neatly before stripping off the shirt.
"Kennedy. You know my heart's a scarred up bit of iron, Annie, but he's managed to prick a few tiny holes in it since his change."
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"How'd he get to you?"
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The pirate smiled slightly as he found his jolly roger t-shirt in her closet. He pulled it on before shedding his breeches and tugging a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants over his legs. There wasn't a lot of Jack's clothing at House Seven, but what was there was suitable for sleeping in or for wandering around in mixed company.
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She tossed the towel over the back of a chair tucked in under her vanity table.
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He told me he was frightened of me. Archie did."
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Was it at all mediated by the fact that she had Archie's best interests at heart?
"What'd Horatio say?"
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God, this is getting confusing."
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lol THAT THREAD IS RIGHT AT THAT PART NOW
/circumvents
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you know I want to use the icon....but I WON'T
it'll come when i'm least expecting it.
yus. as it always seems to do.
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/bed for me now!!! night!
I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO DO THE SAME.
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