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

[aesthetic_mojo]

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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[erudite-watcher.livejournal.com]

Poor Dawnnie and her lack of attention. At that age Giles was more then happy to fade into the background, but he is not without understanding her needs. She's stuck on the fringes, as he is; all the more reason they should spend some quality no-other-Scoobies-allowed time together. And with the hatches their selection of DVD's is endless, a fact I'm sure Dawn will figure out quickly.

"How could I ever forget omg and wtf?" Sarcasm, thy name is Giles. Just for good measure he pronounces them phonetically as demon sounding words, rather then as acronyms. Two can play at this game of theirs.

"And for your information I've never worn..." Oh dear. He did have the jeans, the jacket (though not fur) without shirt and even, upon occasion, some makeup. It was the seventies, after all. "I never wore a fedora."

Giles agrees completely about the rock and the stupidness. He can even understand about That Summer - in his own dark despair he was not everything he should have been for Dawn. But Spike hurt his Slayer, and that's unforgivable in his book. Fortunately for Spike Giles has never learned about the attempted rape, being in another country at the time. Waking up on fire would have been a blessing compared to what Giles would do to the vampire.

... oh horrors.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

When your sister is a real life superhero, blending into the background becomes less something to pursue and more an annoying reality. But Dawn is mostly at peace with that, now; fourteen is not a good age for having a very literal identity crisis. It metaphorically thrusts already flammable materials into a furnace of suck.

...The movie time is still okay, less issues or no. Not like Time With Giles is something avoid. (Unless she's in trouble.)

"Old age?" Oh, the innocent grin is back! "Also, you put the stress in the wrong place on wtf."

Dawn laughs, a little scandalized, but mostly amused. "So not asking, other than pondering trying to dig up blackmail pictures. Also, the fedora is so the most necessary part of that outfit. What could you have been thinking, leaving it out. Tch." She clicks her tongue and sighs sadly, then proceeds to ruin the whole mournful effect with a grin.

Good thing for Spike Dawn seems almost incapable of holding a grudge, Hank Summers and Angel non-withstanding.

...She might need millions, come to think of it. Half of the video variety.

[erudite-watcher.livejournal.com]

At least Dawn's identity crisis didn't include the uncomfortably stereotypical red convertible. And speaking of... "Yes, thank you a crack at my age is just what I needed."

A few years ago he might have lied about the outfit in it's entirety, but he's long since stopped trying to pretend that his past was as tweed clad as his introduction to the Scoobies. Still, that doesn't mean he needs to share that many details with Dawn. Instead he answers dryly. "The fedora would have flattened my hair. I worked hard to gel it just right."

...and now he's worried about how well Dawn can get the hatches to work, and how serious she is about blackmail pics. And if he knew he'd be worried about video camera for future blackmail potential.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

She went the kleptomania route instead. Less flashy, just as illegal. "I try to make sure I meet your daily dose of 'let's call Giles old'. It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it."

But details make the world go 'round! Or at least, they make it easier to mock Giles until he polishes a hole in his glasses. "Okay, point. But there was so guyliner, wasn't there? And you did that Ramones lip curl thing."

It's... actually easy to imagine, come to think of it.

Blackmail is such an ugly word. Dawn likes to call it 'scrapbooking with intent to tease'.