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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"Yuh-uh." Really, is anyone getting this on tape?

"That's irrelevant-- and even if it was somehow relevant, not by that much." Oh no, not the short-person nerve! Moving swiftly on however, she's looking a little confused (and maybe drawing herself up to her 'full' height, subconsciously).

"Even I am struggling to follow that one, Dawn-- and I'm not known for my linear."

"Nuh-uh." They could play it every Christmas!

"Like four inches! That's almost half a foot." Dawn is never ever letting her height advantage go. Never ever ever. She is also staring about three feet to the left and shrugging, because as far as she can tell, Buffy is not yet aware of the circumstances that led to the Great Giant Caper, and there's no easy way to say 'I slept with a skeezy guy in a band while I was dating a thricewise, and really is it a Summers thing, the first times that lead to Very Bad Things?'

"I. Um." Suck at lying to my big sister could very accurately finish that sentence. "Think I smell hot dogs?" She nods. "Dogs that are hot. You want?"

"Yuh-uh. Times infinity." ...apparently there are no levels to which Buffy will not stoop here.

"That's... an obscene exaggeration! It's more like three. Or two and a half." Yeah, she's never winning this one.

Ohoho. The very obvious evasion flicks a little 'oh riiiight' switch in her brain, because yes, Dawn has done 'worse' than dance in a ho-like fashion-- though thankfully Buffy hadn't been around to witness said things, hence the backdated example.

So yes, she is actually aware, she just hasn't really... found a good moment to address it yet. Not that it needs the addressing-- they had the big talky talk, right? Or maybe it does need to be addressed, and she just missed it! Maybe she was doing the horrible detached sister thing again! Not paying Dawn enough attention? Uh-oh, paranoia-fest at twelve 'o' clock in Buffy-town!

"Nah, I'm not all that hungry. But don't let me stop you from, uh. You know. The getting of hot dogs."

Yes, way to deal with that.

"Nuh-uh times infinity plus three." There is a reason she is a word geek and not a math one.

"I rounded down." Dawn is merciless. Also: taller.

This is the moment where Dawn's utter failure at fooling Buffy meets Buffy's utter failure at fooling Dawn, and they cheerfully mesh together. "Xander?"

Yeah, she doesn't need an answer. "That rat fink! I can't believe he-- yes I can." She glances over at Buffy. "I had nothing to do with anything."

Blanket statement before any prank is simply good business. That taken care of, Dawn darts in for a second to hug Buffy, then step away. "So, that's all done. Yay, because it was kind of awkward when it wasn't. Also, I think I really do smell hot dogs."

"You cannot plus on infini-- oh you so did not round down, unless down means up now?" Apparently having this many things to be indignant about means they get merged into one nonsensical entity?

She takes advantage of the current increase in eye contact to explain. "...It wasn't his fault, I was stressing about you and then there was the peril-- and he felt really bad about it afterwards. And you should've told me anyway, Dawn. I wouldn't have judged." Okay, so hugging makes her feel marginally better, and yes, also dispels some of the lingering awkward. "...I could eat a hot dog if you could?"

"Can too." Yes, indeed Dawn is a) so mature as to be unbelievable, and b) banking on Buffy not being able to rebut her adding things to infinity with anything resembling Things Learned In Math Class.

"He's still a rat fink." But the momentary aggravation is gone, because hey: she didn't have to spill the ho-tastic beans herself. "But he's a rat fink who meant well, so it's okay. Also, large with the no. There's no easy way to tell your superpowered older sister you slept with a boy. A boy who was not your boyfriend. Skulls are broken that way." She shrugs, rolling her eyes. "Plus I was trying to work through Dawn's Great Abandonment Crisis v.50.0 and I felt pretty ashamed of myself. Both very good reasons to sulk around on my giant sized feet and not say anything."

The slightly pained expression turns to a smile. "I could always go for some processed meat product."

"Whatever." Consider that Buffy graciously bowing out, if graciously involves rolling her eyes and shaking her head in an exasperated fashion.

Okay Dawn, prepare for an earnest Buffy semi-lecture. "See that's where you're wrong-- I wouldn't have jumped right to skull breaking. There are layers! Stages-- a lot of stages before I get to skull breaking. In fact I tend to reserve skull breaking for the really heinous crimes-- which, surprisingly does not include having normal... people urges that people have, and which you're... allowed to have, even if I'd like to pretend for my sanity's sake that you don't. Besides, it's not like I'm Queen of the Best Choices, guy-wise. And I know I wasn't exactly... overwhelming you with my availability either, but I want you to be able to tell me those things. I want to be the... first port of call, except without the boats and... presumed fishing exports and somewhere along the line I lost my analogy, but am I getting my point across?"

She'll return that smile, once done speechifying. "Mmm, blended entrails. Let's go." Oh hello nearby convenient grill, you are about to be pillaged.

"It's because you know I'm right. It's okay, I can be the bigger person and not gloat. I mean, in the metaphorical way, since I'm taller and hence bigger in the literal way." Dawn is a model of graciousness, herself.

The earnest lecture makes her smile, because hello the sister she was a little worried was going to be buried under General Buffy, Our Supreme Leader forever. "Okay, okay. I promise the next time I have ill-advised sex with an unsuitable boy, I'll tell you before I tell Xander."

...That would be teasing.

"Blended entrails covered in fake tomato product!" Why yes, the Summers women are a bit gleeful about their carnage.

"Hey, you want some salt? I think this wound could be saltier." Yes, Buffy is deploying emergency guilt-trip protocol, it really must be bad.

Her eyes widen with horror momentarily at the use of the words 'next time', but she quickly covers it with a scarily sweet smile. "And I promise to consult you on the designs for your new and shiny chastity belt. How do you feel about rhinestone?"

That would also be teasing. ...Mostly.

"And unidentifiable yellow crap!" Also known in other circles as 'mustard'.

"Kosher salt okay?" No, Dawn is not making light of Buffy's short people angst. Okay, she totally is. "I hear short people like that better. As a member of the tribe, opinions?"

The horror was pretty much the goal. The scary smile and mention of chastity belts was less so, but it's not unexpected. "Do I get a tasteful starburst pattern?"

Teasing back. Entirely. Chastity belts, no matter how covered in glittery things, are a major Do Not Want.

"And maybe pickled cucumber mixture-y thing!" Some people just call that 'relish', Dawn.

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

that's cool, internet can be a butt- good luck with it

seems to be a bit better now, crossing my fingers

huzzah, also doing that whilst typing. tricky.

...dork

...yeah that's fair

we match!

the duo of dorkdom? It's alliterative!!

I LIKE IT

AS DO I

WONDERTWINS FOREVER idk