taxonomites | [location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

Entry tags:

[location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people resist, though. Food, drink, Dean's music, kittens? Okay, and an ex-vampire, but that wasn't his fault.

Pushing that thought away, she continued laying out the food and the carefully crafted warding spells that would protect it from the kittens. They had been given run of most of the patio, but not the yard, and not the food area. That meant they'd still be popping in and out of people's laps, but at least they wouldn't do it to plates.

When everything was ready, Charlotte ran up to change into skinny jeans, a crisp white button down and a ridiculously shiny pair of cowboy boots. Not unlike Dawn, not that she knew it, Charlotte was having too much fun with the fashion options the replicators afforded. Properly armored for the event, she headed back to the patio to wait for their first guests.

OOC: This is an open event, folks, anyone should feel free to tag in, even if they just discover the party. Start a new thread with a label if you want or just tag in on another thread. Feel free to hop around, too. IT'S A PARTY, PEOPLE! Also, this will go on as long as people are interested, so backtag all ya like. We know people will be in and out all weekend. Have fun, drink all the booze.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Less interpersonal interaction. And in Faith's case, half exposed breasts.

"Yeah." She rolls her eyes, knocks back a good half of the rest of her beer. "Gotta cut down on hospital bills."

Faith: not exactly mistress of the pep talk.

"Can't complain. Got food, got a roof over my head. Nobody trying to kill me. Almost like a vacation, far as I can tell." Laughing a tiny bit bitterly, she tosses back the rest of her beer. "First one of those I ever got was jail, and not gonna lie, this one's a step up."

Dawn has to swallow a laugh at Dean's buzzed-ness. She has been very good and stuck to beverages of the strictly non-alcoholic sort, so she's... kind of one of the few completely sober people left and enjoying it with all the lulz of a born troll.

"Hi, Dean." She waves a little, setting down her burger on a convenient nearby table. "I do stuff not book-like, too, you know."

"And malarkey!"

She could do this all day. Possibly with breaks for food.

"I have every confidence. That pony is as good as mine." Protip: Dawn does not actually want a pony. It's just the traditional unreasonable demand. "You never know. Maybe someone will bring Sea World! That would be fun. And I didn't say that. Variety is just the spice of life, that's all."

Both work.

"Me too." Impulsively, she wraps her arms around Xander, inhaling deeply. Shhh, smell is one of the most important senses. And that smell = home. Then she rises up a tiny bit-- hi, impractical heels-- to kiss his cheek. "And I can promise to roll my eyes and tell you I'm still fine."

Maybe not that many, but they have been rather on the memorable side and not for the best of reasons; they've all come along with their special fun-ness for Giles, like torture and Maggie Walsh - and then there was Spike. Giles ups Buffy's indignance with a healthy dose of lifted eyebrow and a shudder at bad memories.

"Where I grew up there were no blocks to speak of, and few neighbors unless one counted the horses and woodland creatures." And the coven, but their parties were of entirely a different nature then this one. And then there was London, but Buffy did not need to know of the revelries he, Ethan and the rest of their friends got up to there, nor would she ever find out more then the brief glimpses she had unfortunately already seen thanks to Ethan.

"I believe I shall relieve your mind now, and say that there won't be any boogieing tonight." A slow dance, under the right circumstances, he might manage but anything more on a dance floor would just wind up with him being embarrassed. He knows Buffy doesn't really expected any dancing from him, and that's a relief.

"Yes, Inara's part of the crew," Zoe replied with a nod. Taking a moment to really enjoy her beer, after all, it wasn't often she got to have one of these...least not back in her own 'verse. Granted, she wasn't much of a drinker though and when she did drink she usually stopped before going too far.

Something about being intoxicated just didn't sit right with her. She did look a little surprised by the fact that Charlotte was from Earth that Was. "Earth...now that's pretty surprising to me. Course, I guess the fact that your from the 21st century is also pretty surprising," Zoe shook her head, "this place is just full of strange things I guess. I shouldn't be so surprised."

Zoe smiled at Inara but could tell pretty quickly that the woman was just a little bit tipsy. "Hello Inara, having fun?" she asked, debating whether or not to take the cup from her. She decided against it and just made a mental note to keep an eye on the woman so nothing bad happened to her...again.

She shook her head in amusement at Inara's expression, "Oh, I think you know." Without another word she picked up her beer and took a drink.

Look at that, a balm to his wounded ego. Well done, Charlotte. "As long as it's not a conversation containing references to Kylie Minogue or any other pop star I know nothing about we'll do fine."

Plants and crystals - now here's a conversation better suited to Giles' experience. "I have a number of crystals that should suit you. As for plants I've had slightly better luck. The secret seems to be in being as specific as possible. Asking for dried damellia sinensis, for example, seems to result in a better cuppa then simply asking for dried tea leaves."

There is nothing gross about a well pulled pint of beer, but if Dawn wants to think there is Giles is not one to change her mind. As for the photographic evidence, Giles is glad never to have seen pictures at all, and doesn't have to question them.

"I only arrived a short while ago. I haven't... I was taking a moment to..." Giles sighs. There's no point pretending he was about to turn into life of the party guy - this was Dawn he was talking too, after all.

"I'm certain Cream is not on the play list of anyone else's o-pod thing here." More's the shame, they don't know what they are missing. "But thanks for the not really an offer."

Not only did he listen to music that was cool but he played to too. On streetcorners, for money. An at parties. There was alcohol and lots of sex too, along with magicks. And wouldn't it just scar Dawn and Giles both if she knew the half of it?

Giles takes a step back to avoid being run over by a not-in-the-best-mood Faith, but once he is safe from falling on his arse he smiles at her. He also avoids saying anything about the obviously not-first drink she is carrying.

"Faith what a... I didn't think you'd..." He stops just shy of putting his foot in his mouth, "I'm glad you're here."

Good girl. Dean would be proud to know that she's behaving on the alcohol part. Of course, he has no such restrictions, but that doesn't mean he can't troll around, too.

"That's not what I was getting from our talk the other day," Dean teases easily.

Dean snorts, but doesn't reply to Cassie, as they're now right next to Kaylee. Also, he would be laughing if he knew what Cassie thought about Kaylee. Innocent is definitely not something Dean would use to describe Kaylee.

But then again, Dean isn't exactly innocent when it comes to Kaylee, so. Maybe it's a matter of perspective.

"You havin' fun, Kaylee?" Dean asks, attempting to get a conversation started. He's determined to get Cassie to be more than just polite.

Nothing gross except for all the gross parts. And Dawn is pretty sure there are no actual pictures. Hopefully.

"Liar liar pants on fire. It's okay, not everyone is into the whole party thing." She bumps Giles gently with one shoulder. "We still love you."

A beat while she digest that one, then: "iPod, Giles. iPod." Now she's just trying not to die laughing. Giles will never change, and that's a good thing. "Also, it was too an offer. Sometimes I listen to music that doesn't make you complain your ears are going to bleed, thank you very much."

...They would probably have to crawl into separate holes and die. Although if Dawn ever met Ripper the amount of blackmail and teasing material would last for a good decade.

What is it with the 'Dawnie don't drink excuse me while I do another shot' mentality? Official adults are weird sometimes.

"I am exceedingly well-rounded, thanks!" That would be the fake indignant tone, easily distinguished from the real indignant tone by the way she's still grinning. "I like shoes and food, too."

She balances on one foot for a moment, holding out a heel as proof. "See?"

Hey, it could be worse. Her run-in with Buffy was only awkward, instead of the return to the death threat filled status quo.

"Almost didn't show up, not gonna lie to you." She shrugs, takes a long sip of beer. (God bless the Slayer metabolism.) "Figured what the hell, why not. Free food, free booze, decent company. Could do worse."

She was very tempted to say "Who?" but that would be pushing it. Instead she chuckled. "We should be all right then. I'd much rather discuss the Rolling Stones. First heard them when I was eighteen. Never forget it."

She nodded firmly at his example. "And when I asked for an obsidian knife, even though I could see it clearly, there was something just...off about it. It could be my imagination. Maybe I didn't have the right image in my mind." She shrugged. "Still makes me nervous when I want to work with elemental energy. I'd like to know I'm going to be able to shut things down when I'm ready."

"And you're from our far future." She looked Zoe over, hard, for a long moment, then smiled easily. "I have to admit, it's good to know you still look like people after all that time. That at our base, we don't change." She took her comfort where she could in Taxon, after all. "I'd hate to think we grew an extra arm."

It's the privilege of being an adult, doing things younger people aren't allowed to. It's all in that secret handbook all adults get when they turn twenty-one.

Dean chuckles at her tone, and then looks down as she holds out the heel. He lets out a low whistle. "Jesus, Dawn, how the hell do you even walk in those?"

Because Dean is a dude and has no inkling as to why shoes are important. He's just got boots, nothing fancy.

Somehow Dawn suspects this handbook is imaginary.

"Sometimes very very carefully." Not that she's ever fallen down or taken any sort of embarrassing tumbles in heels. Ever. Ahem. "But they're so worth it, because awesome shoes make the world go 'round."

That last declaration gets a firm nod, because obviously science pales in the face of adorable kitten heels.

...Boys.

"Oh dear, you've caught me." He speaks dryly, but can't help but smile at the shoulder touch. He doesn't bump back, as many might - it's just not him - but he does lean against her a little.

"Go ahead and laugh, if you need to." He might not own an ipod but he considered buying one once (for jogging, but then he would have to figure out how to get music on the damn thing and it wasn't worth the hassle) so he's well aware of the proper name. It was a freebie, because he knew it would amuse her. "Your music choices can be slightly less ear shattering then your sisters, for which I'm grateful. The things she used to make me listen to during training sessions..."

Dawn can crawl in a hole. Giles would try his best to vanish on the spot. And be careful what you wish for - Ripper's coming out to play soon.

"Watcher." She taps her nose, nodding knowingly. So maybe she went a little crazy on the gangster movies a couple weeks ago. There is nothing wrong with appreciating the cinema of times gone by, no matter what the baby slayers have to say about people who like old things more than new things.

"Giles, you called it an opod. I think that's worth at least a tiny bit of teasing." Their dynamic would crumble and fall to ruin without healthy amounts of mocking. And Dawn is aware sometimes Giles plays it up-- either to make the teasing easier or just to keep things rolling smoothly-- but since her need for sparkly pens is tripled when she's in his vicinity, they're both guilty of the same crime. "I appreciate a good boy band, but sometimes you just need something a little less... boy band-y."

The music influence is mostly Spike's, but that's one of those topics she just doesn't bring up. With Giles or Xander. Because death threats by sleep immolation aside, Spike is still in the circle of People Dawn Loves, and her two other male family-type people are... well. Less than fond of him? So discretion is the better part of valor, blah blah blah.

...Oh, dear. She should start digging her hole soon, then. Or maybe just using the hatches to create hundreds of cameras to take advantage of the situation.

"Always good signs" Arabella smiles lightly, not that the tribunal parties actually had any alcohol, Lorian hadn't been partial to anything affecting his judgement and so had forbidden the rest of them, which was fine by Arabella, drinking just wasn't her thing "and there appear to be no people fighting either, which means that everybody is getting along well."

Arabella might jsut be thinking that, but she's keeping silent on it, wouldn't do to get kicked out away from the kittens after all.

"Well, it's nice to see things evolve" Brigitta nods thoughtfully, always swigging away "most grudges don't last forever, unless they're serious ones."

"He did! I can't imagine why, with the way I was insinuating that he might still possibly be a monster and could offer no assurances that it wouldn't happen again..." She rubbed the bridge of her nose with a small sigh. "I suppose I was unkind. I think I was just being cautious, but really...he was churlish."

As Buffy's cute sundress and wedges combo will testify, yes, she did figure out what to wear. She flashes Dean a mildly rueful smile.

"Looks like. Let me guess, Xander?"

"...Oh. Then I retract the 'go me'." She smiled, a little ruefully as she let herself be led.

"I totally have drinking covered." She reassured, as a feeble non-protest. "But yes, okay. Schnapps is not an acceptable food group."

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 21 of 26

[location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

I FOLLOW IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE DELE

:D

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

[FASHIONABLY later]

[FASHIONABLY later]