[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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[notcursed.livejournal.com]

What she says almost makes sense as he squeezes his eyes shut, but soon enough he loses his hold on the 'wall' and things pour in. Toby manages to put the beer down, but the poor guy looks like he's fighting off an aneurysm.

He's heard thoughts, seen inside memories of what seems like all of the metropolis of Toronto. But this? This is a mess.

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River stumbles back as everything cracks, the floor under her feet crunching with rubble and (there's a whole city where everything is loud, amplified by buildings, per-square-mile, and she wishes she was back on Serenity, floating in black with just one little two little nine little fugitives) it's like the screech of mic feedback in her ears.

"Duì bu qǐ," I'm sorry, and she's backing away into the wall that isn't the wall that should be there.

Then, suddenly, there's a kitten on her shoulder and everything comes to a soft fuzzy screeching halt against her neck.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Mental whiplash is possible, as that's exactly how Toby would describe the sensation. He holds his head, and after a moment opens his eyes to look at River warily. Dean's memories may have been the worst he's seen, but that... that was different. Weird. Borderline painful.

He can't think of anything to say and finds himself just looking at her.

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River is only half paying attention to him, now, and the sting that's settling in nicely in his head and the feel of it in her fingers. He's looking at her and she feels it in waves, sees it in the corner of her eye, but right now she's a little distracted.

There's a kitten on her shoulder, a tiny ball of fluff and strangeness batting at her tangled hair, and she's smiling at it, a little vacantly, like nothing had just happened.