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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Charlotte and John tried to greet everyone who showed up, but there were a few times someone slipped by. In this case, the smallest residents took up the slack. First was Vivienne, who teleported herself right in front of Arabella. The tabby and white kitten sat down pretty as you please and meowed a polite greeting. Her brother, Aleister, was not quite so polite. The black kitten popped up on Arabella's shoulder and meowed in her ear.

That's about when Charlotte managed to walk up. She stiffled a laugh with difficulty. "So, you found the place okay?"

Yay kittens! Arabella doesn't quite do a happy dance but it's fairly close, instead she just smiles hugely and carefully kneels down to stroke Vivienne, making sure not to completely dislodge Aleister but not making a move to stroke him in greeting until she's quite done with the polite kitten, she's always believed in manners after all.

Of course, now she is kneeling with kittens around her, and she is well aware that she might look like a insane cat lady or something... But hey, Charlotte seems a cat person! So it should all be good, she can get on with her crazy cat lady antics without being gawped at "yes, I'm used to this type of technology... Well, vaguely, I have some experience with it and so it's not too hard to work out."

Charlotte saw no shame in properly greeting the fuzzballs. They were more fun than just about anyone else and they didn't care where they were so long as they were loved. And fed. Fed was always good. She knelt besides Arabella and grinned a bit. She'd noticed the attempt at teaching Al manners. Somehow she didn't think it would work, but nice attempt.

"I'm glad you made it. There seem to be an awful lot of men wandering the place. More women is good." Al meowed a soft complaint. Or it could have been an agreement.

Arabella knew there was a reason why she liked Charlotte, no judging for kneeling on teh ground just for cats is definitely a sign of a good person and one to like.. And of course it won't work, Arabella adores cats but she'll readily admit that they're a tiny bit prone to not listening to anybody, it's just the way that cats are.

She laughs at that and strokes Al again, a smile coming to her face "I'm glad I decided to come then, best to even out the ratio after all, even though you seem to be doing alright."

Charlotte took over petting Viv, who rolled on her back with kittenish glee. They were going to be heartbroken when everyone left. Or they would be after the day long nap to recover. "Things are going well so far. No one is too drunk and they all seem willing to talk to each other."

And at least two had accused her and John of being married, which she was going to try really hard not to think about anymore.

"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.

"Oh, there will be no fighting. I will put people in separate corners so fast their little heads will spin." Nothing was going to spoil her party. She knew John would back her. Of course, she didn't know about the Everclear yet or she wouldn't have been quite so sanguine about it all.

Al worked his way into Arabella's hair, nuzzling at her head and begging for more love. He was a greedy little boy where that was concerned. Charlotte shook her head. "You'd never guess they were spoiled rotten or that he sleeps on John's head the way he acts."

Arabella also does not know about the Everclear, which is probably a good think since she gets drunk rather incredibly fast, and although she's more a sleepy drunk that would still not be a good thing at all "a good policy."

She giggles at the kitten in her hair and raises a hand to stroke him, not really caring that her simple bun is getting absolutely ruined, you can't blame cats for that after all, and she is supposed to be relaxing a lot more "well, he is a cat, they're hardly patient creatures."

"And these two are worse than most. Locked doors are no barrier to them unless I put up an extra ward." Charlotte groaned softly. "I also have to put them around the trash cans, the toilet seats, the pantry.... They are impossible." She scooped up Viv and stood, cradling the kitten like a baby so she could rub her belly as they headed toward the party proper. "Of course, I'd have been frantic if they hadn't come with me."

"They must be rather special cats then" Arabella giggles serenely, also rising and making sure that Al has a good grip in her hair, she'd hate for him to fall out after all "they always get everywhere and are interested in everything but you just can't help loving them."

She wishes that Lorian had allowed her a cat, sitting in a tribunal meeting stroking a cat wouldn't have been very dramatic but at least it would've been fun.

"They are absolutely special little beasties." She nuzzled Viv's belly. "Even if you take out how I got them," from identical twin brothers with some serious issues, "and the fact that they teleport, they are still special." They had to be, since whoever brought them all there had included that cats. Given the sorts of things other people had, like houses and cars, the kittens were pretty outstanding.

"At the moment, though, I do think we need to get you some food, some drink, and maybe some introductions."

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