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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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."

Yes, he'll be very pointedly not looking at those, as it happens.

"Bills schmills, after a while they start giving you discounts for customer loyalty." Thankfully he's not in need of a pep talk right now, he's in need of more beer. He passes Faith a fresh one as he gets one for himself.

"Well sure, it's all fun and games until the whole town falls in love with you-- or you turn into a robot. Or a vampire. Or get possessed by a snakey alien thing." That's his attempt at avoiding the jail topic, by the way.

Not like Faith's dressing to deflect attention, come on. Xander wants a peek, he can feel free.

"Slayer healing, gotta love it. Spent almost a year in a freaking hospital, courtesy of B. I got enough to last me 'till I kick it." And that was almost entirely bitter free. Hell, Xander probably can't even hear the tiny bit of hurt snaking through the words. She's just blasé like that. "More power to you, though."

It's like a conversational landmine, and they haven't even reached the part where Faith popped his cherry and tossed him out into the cold yet. Things to look forward to! "Sounds like a party. Can take the Scoobies outta Sunnydale, I guess."

Well they are a little unavoidable and he's obviously male, but he's making a valiant effort anyway, to his credit.

...Even if that was bitter free, it's still a horribly awkward and uncomfortable subject. "Of course the irony here is that if I had more power I could probably avoid getting bumped on the old gourd anyway."

Obligatory bad joke over, he asks, tentatively. "How is the uh, 'Iron Curtain' holding up anyway?"

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

I FOLLOW IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE DELE

AND FINE FOOTSTEPS THEY ARE. LICKAB-- NOTHING.

KINKY, BB. VERY KINKY.

YES but i don't actually like feet, srsly. Just in case there was doubt.