[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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[FASHIONABLY later]

[lapsedsaint]

John saw Buffy and grinned rather widely. He held no ill will toward her, she'd just been trying to keep people safe. And they did share a knowledge of Latin, even if it was to opposing purposes, somewhat.

"Miss Summers. So glad you could make it. You look lovely."

[FASHIONABLY later]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy would possibly debate how much 'knowledge' of Latin she has, but she returned the smile when she saw John-- he was a nice guy when he wasn't possessed by evil vampires, after all.

"Thank you." She replied, a little self-conscious, because compliments do that to her. "And please, call me Buffy, really. It would make me feel less Jane Austen-y."

[FASHIONABLY later]

[lapsedsaint]

"You know, I think you've mentioned that before. Buffy." It feels weird to him, given her apparent age. He was still calling Dagny Miss Tagart even after he'd kissed her.

He shuddered and banished the thought from his head. "I'm very glad you could make it." He looked around once. "I think nearly everyone stuck here with us has made it. Can I get you something to eat, drink?"

[FASHIONABLY later]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"I've mentioned Jane Austen before? Go me with the literary." She said, looking mildly pleased with herself. Of course she doesn't need to also mention that most of what she knows comes from that one Keira Knightley movie. ...Because that is irrelevant.

"Thanks-- I'm glad for the invite, and yeah, this is a major turn-out. Nicely done-- a good party is great for morale." She nodded, surveying the crowd of people milling around. "Actually I'm good with... whatever this is that I'm drinking. It could be Schnapps. But thank you."

[FASHIONABLY later]

[lapsedsaint]

"Maybe not the Jane Austen thing, but the Buffy thing." He grinned and took her arm, leading her more toward food.

"Woman cannot live on Schnapps alone. You must eat. That's the house rule. You have to eat and you have to drink."

[FASHIONABLY later]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"...Oh. Then I retract the 'go me'." She smiled, a little ruefully as she let herself be led.

"I totally have drinking covered." She reassured, as a feeble non-protest. "But yes, okay. Schnapps is not an acceptable food group."

[FASHIONABLY later]

[lapsedsaint]

"Well, you are in time, then, in your lateness. Four legs or two?" He lead her toward the grill, where there was meat resting, waiting to be eaten.