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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Xander is truly a hero among men. In any case, the slurring has made him decide that giving Brigitta more booze is probably a bad idea, so he'll try to distract her with pleasant conversation instead.

"Nope, you are clearly not a wimp, Brigitta. In fact I'd call you a trooper. Are you enjoying the party so far?"

Brigitta shall be giving you a suspicious look now Xander, she does not detect alcohol entering her system and so it might not have been given to her, which invites the question of why it hasn't been given to her.. Which is a mental process too far so she'll just be making vague beckoning motions at Xander and muttering "lo-los, gimme a sec... Lost the bottles?"

But she is quickly distracted, since her concentration at normal times is awful, and her concentration while drunk is even worse "Yeah! 'S awesome, best party ever, lotsa booze."

Oh boy. Struggling to even form words with one syllable? He's definitely cutting you off, sister. Also, subtly stashing the beer somewhere behind him.

"Yeah, I guess they just up and did a 101 Dalmatians on me, who'd have thunk it?" He is, of course, referring to the bottles. Thank god Brigitta's distracted, that makes his job easier. "Yeah, lotsa booze, I see that. Did you leave the swords at home for this peaceful social occasion?"

...what? It's good to check. Drunk people and weaponry can be a deadly combo.

That is a nasty trick Xander and Brigitta would be glaring at you now... If she was sober enough to remember what a glare actually is, so instead she'll just be pouting vaguely and sighing "stupid beer, always runnin' off, never dependable, sorta like a prince in that way except with less being a utter jerk."

She considers that for about a minute (for it is a deep question, obviously) and then nods in a rather dazed manner "yeah, think I did, got a few knives though, a few really big knives, wanna see 'em?"

Because bringing out the weapons is obviously perfectly safe while drunk.

Xander's struggling to follow that one, Brigitta, sorry. He's a bit old fashioned and linear like that sometimes. Also, he's not absolutely trollied, which it is now becoming apparent that she is. "...a prince?"

He looks mildly horrified, and does flaily hand motions in the negative sort of vein. "Nooooo no no no, but thank you. Really. I'm allergic to really big knives. Another time though, you betcha."

It's alright Xander, Brigitta didn't follow that either, as shown by the blank stare for a few moments and then the rapid nodding, she probably doesn't remember what she just said but she can rant on princes! "Where? Stupid buggers, always sending you off places and sleeping with the priestesses, I hate 'em."

She stares at that too and then giggles slightly, nodding "knives are good, I'll remember."

Yeah, right.

"A prince... sent you places and then slept with the priestesses?" Yes, he has gathered that the subtext here is more or less the text-- and it sounds like an interesting story, frankly. He's curious!

"Goooood." He gives her an enthusiastic thumbs up, and sincerely hopes she doesn't remember.

"Nah" Brigitta shakes her head and almost falls over with the force of it "slept with the priestesses, who got me bloody kidnapped, and then when I got back he sent me places."

She looks faintly sad for a moment and then scowls, shaking her head hard "idiot, glad that he's gone, better life now anyway."

She firmly believes that, better a life where she can actually fight back instead of just shoving out kid after kid, life is good now, even if she does occasionally get kidnapped to extremely weird cities, she can tolerate the weirdness.

She gives him a thumbs up in return, swaying a little more, she may pass out soon.

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