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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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A beat.
"I need to do something. A grab. Anything"
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And now she goes to take a bite of her food again]
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Smirk. A light smirk.
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Buffy eyed Melaka's plate. "You just...let me know when you've had your full."
Because then she'll take you back to her room, Mel. And show you her scythe.
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Later in the evening, Buffy led the other Slayer back through the house and flicked the switch that lit up the room. Her bedroom. Tidy but lived in -- a few coats piled on the foot of the bed. She turned around and took the last few steps backwards.
"Home sweet home," she introduced the bedroom. "Here. Got something for you."