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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Rose is a bit glad - and a whole lot of amused - at the late arrival welcome of beer and burgers. She is hungry anyway so the burgers are definitely welcome.

"It's nice of you to open up your home to all of us. And provide the food." Shhh. It was probably hatched and she knows it but it's fun to play along.

"Nice to meet you John. I'm Rose. One of many party goers."

"Hey, the hatch provided the food. I just cooked it. Still think it comes out better if I do the cooking myself." Once he's sure she's got the food and drink, he laid his hand on her arm and lead her deeper into the party.

"Now, if the beer or burger doesn't suit you, I've got so much more to offer. If it could be cooked and eaten, I think I've grilled it up tonight. And I hope you don't mind taking some home with you, when you decide you've had enough of us." Why yes, indeed, tipsy John does run at the mouth a little, but he is smiling. At least he's a jovial drunk?

"But of course. I only use the hatch to get supplies so I can brew my own tea." She allows herself to be led along, food in hand.

"This works ... for starters." She pauses in her walking to try out the burger. "Oooh this is gorgeous! I hope you've got a big basket or something for me to take food home in." She could eat this, and most likely whatever else there is, as leftovers for days.

"Big basket! Huge, even." He laughed as he pointed toward the grill and the mounds of food near it. Then he pointed toward the bar and the buckets of beer. "Assuming you actually get home tonight."

That ... is a lot of food. Forget having leftovers for days. This looks like leftovers for weeks.

"And if not have you got rooms of sofas hidden somewhere?" She grins.

"Well... No, not really. But there's plenty of room and the hatches will provide." He smirked. "And it's nice. Nothing wrong with a night under the fake stars."

"Ah right. Of course. Fake camping out, complete with fake stars, a fake light wind. But at least the blankets are real."

"Well, if anything that comes from tha hatches is really real." But that was a philosophical conversation and had no place in a conversation where only one person had been drinking.

"Come on. What's your poison? Light, hard, or hard?"

Rose personally prefers to think the hatched products are real because it's just nicer than thinking about what everything could really be made of.

"Hmmmm. Well since you listed 'hard' twice I suppose ... hard." Should be good, what with the double mention. And if anything a couple hard drinks would make her unable to notice if it's utter crap.

By this point John has noticed that the punch is spiked, so he got her a cup of that. Might as well share the wealth or the misery. Once she's got a cup in her hand, he's dragging her off toward the food.

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