lucetilogs | 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. )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Just sayin' that I hope he knows that. Would hate to have a ticked off boyfriend on my tail when I'm not even strumming the wrong strings.

/He does, don't worry. I don't think he'll go after you with knives and stakes./

[.....At least she hopes not.]

...Stakes? He hunts vampires?

/Him and Buffy are from the same world. I'll leave all the details of his background to him, but essentially yes./

Huh. I'll have to keep that in mind. Met him the first night I was back.

So is it normal for more than one person to show up from a certain world?

/Yes. You'll find some people here know lots from home. However, it doesn't mean they all come from the same time./

Hmn.

I wonder if anyone's tried to find a pattern in who gets pulled.

[He'd ask if someone from his own world had shown up, but if they did, they were probably already gone; he's pretty sure someone from his own tem would have spoke up before now, otherwise.]

/I'm not sure. I'm sure someone's tried to track this information, but I don't know who./

Wonder if we could find out. Might help someone out.

[Who, he doesn't know, but it might be worth it.]

[Ginia considers all the people who might be able to help out in one way or another.]

/Professor Raine Sage, she's the one who wrote the guide and teaches at the school. She may know of any efforts or attempts. I know there's been some discussion of having a census to collect more data, I was going to help out with that, but it seems to have gotten waylaid with experiments and what not. A common thing./

Met Raine. Seems like a nice lady. Helped me out from what I understand, with a problem I was having last time I was here.

[He doesn't know if Ginia knows about that 'problem' or not, and he's not sure he wants to share just yet.]

[If the 'problem' is what she's thinking of, Ginia's heard some details about it from Buffy. The infection. What was waiting for him at home. Light details, but... details.]

/She's very nice. You were here for awhile, so there's a lot of people who will recognize you. If they haven't already./

Yeah. I've had several people come up and say I knew them. Sometimes I get flashes of...stuff, but it's still pretty vague. Got more details from the journal, though. That's helping, even if I;m stil faking my way through a lot of stuff.

[Improvisation; a staple skill of all hunters on Derek's world.]

/Take it slow and easy. I think it's the only thing that can be done. But this seems to be fairly common for people that leave and come back so... you aren't alone./

Maybe not, but it's pretty hard on everyone, I'm sure.

Anyway...bass lessons. What style did you want to learn first?

/We roll with the punches. Won't lie and say it's easy not being remembered, but I don't want to push anything needlessly onto you or stress you out in any way./

[A good question, Ginia takes a moment to grab some cider and sip as it as she thinks.]

/Not sure, actually. Rock and roll band, I'll be you guys' bassist and keyboardist. Right now I've been working on chords and fingering. Building up the calluses./

Doesn't stress me. Frustrates a little, maybe, but then I don't like not knowing what's going on. I'll be all right.

[Derek nods]

Maybe start by telling me if we had a play list and who was on it. It'll give me a place to start.

[Ginia laughs softly, remembering their attempt at figuring out who.]

/It's almost easier saying who wasn't on it. We tried to narrow it down to twenty, didn't really work. But Aerosmith, Journey, Bon Jovi, The Who, Night Ranger, a lot of the greats from the sixties on. I'll have to show you sometime, we played over the network during the draft, the recordings will still be there./

Yeah, I think I'd like that.

So did you find someone to take my place?

[There's a shake of her head.]

/Not really. We were going to go on with the band, keep it going, but we were at a small standstill. Giles could double up on singing and playing guitar, there are some other guitarists, but I still had to learn bass and we hadn't even stared looking for a drummer./

Hmn. Might want to get started on the drummer thing. Might take a while.

/I need to look at some of the New Feathers that came in, see if any of them know how to drum. Otherwise it's a matter of seeing who wants to learn./

Do we have anyone who can teach them?

so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject