taxonomites | [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.

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He pauses to tune into the music, not really having noticed before. ... Oh, classic rock. Cool. He can dig it, and his grin shows that.

"Viv and Al?" He looks from John to Dean. "Thanks. His name's Roy. Or Roy G. Biv, like the... rainbow." Oh god, he's a dork. He puts his free hand up to his shoulder, nudging the eight-inch gecko onto it.

"Hey, Roy. Meet the neighbours."

John has clearly been drinking a little before the party started because he is completely amused by the lizard. "Roy. Hello, Roy." He reached out and touched the lizard.

"Yeah, Viv and Al, the terrible two. Charlie's kittens, who are sure to pop in any time now."

Dean approves of that grin, Dexter. Good to know there's kids out there with common sense. There's only so many teenagers who love My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy that Dean can take.

"I've seen those kittens on the tablets. Never seen 'em in person," Dean remarks. He watches John touch the lizard, and then glances at Dexter. "They teleport. Or so I'm told."

He doesn't mind those either, but Dean doesn't need to know that.

Roy stares at John and cocks his head, and Dexter stares at Dean. "Did you just say 'teleport'?"

Never talk about the kittens. It summons them. Al, who clearly liked John an awful lot, appeared on his shoulder and immediately spotted Roy. It took a quickly hissed silent word from John to stop the beast from meeting the lizard closer.

"Yes. Teleport."

Dean nods around the same time the kitten appears on John's shoulder, and then gestures to it with his beer bottle, grinning.

"Watch your lizard, kiddo."

And watching the lizard, he is. Dexter pulls him back out of the magical teleporty kitten's reach, not taking his eyes off the fuzzy thing.

"Okay! New plan: not asking anymore." Feeling strangely like a kid sneaking cookies - and his parents aren't even here! What is this! -, Dexter takes a drink of his beer.

John plucked Al off his shoulder and stared into his eyes for a few moments. After a meow, the kitten pops away, off in search of safer things to play with.

The kitten gone, John picks up his beer and grins. "Sometimes asking is fun, though. You've got to admit."

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