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. )

Comments

[herotypical]

"...Not proper?" That piqued.

"Excuse me if I'm not gonna take my propriety lessons from you."

[all7seas]

"I've more of an inkling of propriety than you likely ever suspect of me, love. Besides--I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, aren't I? High adventures are my ideal circumstance.

I'll need something to wear to this ball, I expect. You an' Lizzie an' Kennedy and the rest all sparkling and fancified and all..."

There would be no time to procure anything, of course. Not now.

[herotypical]

Elizabeth. Maybe the times were a little different but this ball, Buffy already realized, would be her element. Much more so than Buffy's -- where she had shone in the casual, breezy socializing of tonight? Surely, Archie's event would paralyze her.

"I'd offer to pick something up but...I wouldn't even know where to begin."

[all7seas]

"Hmmmm? That's....an odd sort of thing for you to say. You know all about clothing....things."

[herotypical]

"Oh, come on. Give me a swanky modern soiree and I'd have you in a three-piece suit before you could say pocket square but...I had to get Archie's help just to find a dress for this thing. I'm out of my fashion depth."

[all7seas]

"Nonsense. You're overthinking this, Annie. All the manners and bobbing and curtsying and stepping in measured steps. You're still going to be the most beautiful woman in the room, no matter what you wear. Not out of your depth in the slightest!"

[herotypical]

"You mean that?" Half a smile. She scooted forward and leaned her forehead against his. "Still?"

Because she remembered the look in Jack's eyes when he came across that picture in her glossy magazine.

[all7seas]

"With every ventricle of my admittedly black heart." Yes, yes. Yes.

[herotypical]

"...You keep saying that. I keep feeling unconvinced."

About his heart and its blackness. That was the point she was trying to make -- albeit vaguely.

[all7seas]

The kiss-to-convince, when it came, was soft and tender. "Please be convinced, Annie. My most beautiful."

[herotypical]

Soft and tender did a better job of stealing her breath away than anything firmer. She pulled him close.

"Mm. Thanks. Again."

[all7seas]

No more thanks--and certainly not on that subject. It was not at all what Jack wanted. He kissed her again, just in case there were still any lingering doubts.

[herotypical]

...Who had room for doubts? She sank against him -- determined to enjoy what time they had after he had made himself scarce, recently.

And then she kicked herself for letting Elizabeth once again intrude on her thoughts. Non-conducive, that. Not conducive at all.

/bed for me now!!! night!

[all7seas]

"What is it?" he whispered after a moment, smoothing back the feathers of one of her wings. "Because if you're at all worried about this mission, Buffy, you should know it'll be just a small thing for the likes of me."

I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO DO THE SAME.

[herotypical]

"Hmm? No. Not that. This might come as a shocker to you, Cap'n -- but I trust you. You're gonna kick its ass. Doesn't mean I don't wish to be there kicking its ass next to you."

[all7seas]

"There will be a time for that sort of thing, I suspect. Just not this time."

Trust, though. That word had come up more often than not in recent times. And she did. At one time, Jack would not have been sure how to feel about that. Now? He knew exactly how to feel.

[herotypical]

"...Are you gonna be leaving early? Do we at least get to have waffles in the morning? A pre-mission waffle feast?"

She had made a waffle breakfast for Elizabeth, earlier in the week -- a strange offer of a truce. It had gone...interestingly. She kept that to herself, for now, and focused instead on binding herself close to the pirate.

[all7seas]

"Early. And aye---pre-mission waffles. And when I get back? All the waffles."

[herotypical]

"...All of them. Maybe out at your place."

Maybe she would stay out there for a night or two. Away from Seven's new inhabitant.

[all7seas]

"Mmmmhmmm. 'S very cold there, now, you know. Fair warning."

[herotypical]

"Then I guess you and me'll just have to curl up by the fire. That or wear parkas."

[all7seas]

"No. Curling's good. I like the curling. I'll take curling. Curling."

[herotypical]

Quietly -- and fully aware of how easily she was parroting his own words back at him, already said a number of times this evening: "We have an accord."

[all7seas]