[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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[diedwithit.livejournal.com]

He took a sip of his wine, listening, unable to stop himself from thinking about his mother's garden back in Clare and the fight with Hoyt that had ensued about it. You can't miss him, he had to tell himself.

Cian raised his eyebrows. "Why do you want to grow belladonna? Perhaps I should be second-thinking the food," he joked.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte chuckled, keeping just the tiniest bit of danger in the sound just for fun. "Where is the fun in poisoning new guests? You have to know them a while to enjoy their painful and inevitable death." She let that sink in for a moment, then shook her head. "Belladonna works well in certain medicinal and spiritual concoctions." Which was a fancy way of saying it made great flying cream, of course.

[diedwithit.livejournal.com]

"Ah," he said, half grinnng over the rim of his glass.

[lapsedsaint]

Sometimes John was possessed with an amazing sense of timing. This was one of those times. "Nothing you'll be using on me, I hope." He was trying to be polite about it, but the idea really did make him a little uneasy.

He gave Cian a smile. This was a party. There was time for other stuff later.

[diedwithit.livejournal.com]

Ah, timing. Cian eyed him for a moment before giving him a small smile and nod in return. "Evening."

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte snaked her arm around John's waist, smiling reassuringly at him. "I promise, darling, nothing for you. Not without telling you, at least." That would cancel out any comfort the smile might have given.

She turned back to Cian. "I will admit to adding a bit of fresh rosemary to some of the dishes, though. Nothing too scandalous."

[lapsedsaint]

He was somewhat mollified by Charlie's words. Somewhat.

"That's fine, I think. The rosemary." Then he turned to Cian again. "Thanks for coming."