aesthetic_mojo: (Through the glasses)
Charlotte Blaine ([personal profile] aesthetic_mojo) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2009-07-03 07:39 pm

[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.

[identity profile] tothelibrary.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing gross except for all the gross parts. And Dawn is pretty sure there are no actual pictures. Hopefully.

"Liar liar pants on fire. It's okay, not everyone is into the whole party thing." She bumps Giles gently with one shoulder. "We still love you."

A beat while she digest that one, then: "iPod, Giles. iPod." Now she's just trying not to die laughing. Giles will never change, and that's a good thing. "Also, it was too an offer. Sometimes I listen to music that doesn't make you complain your ears are going to bleed, thank you very much."

...They would probably have to crawl into separate holes and die. Although if Dawn ever met Ripper the amount of blackmail and teasing material would last for a good decade.

[identity profile] erudite-watcher.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh dear, you've caught me." He speaks dryly, but can't help but smile at the shoulder touch. He doesn't bump back, as many might - it's just not him - but he does lean against her a little.

"Go ahead and laugh, if you need to." He might not own an ipod but he considered buying one once (for jogging, but then he would have to figure out how to get music on the damn thing and it wasn't worth the hassle) so he's well aware of the proper name. It was a freebie, because he knew it would amuse her. "Your music choices can be slightly less ear shattering then your sisters, for which I'm grateful. The things she used to make me listen to during training sessions..."

Dawn can crawl in a hole. Giles would try his best to vanish on the spot. And be careful what you wish for - Ripper's coming out to play soon.

[identity profile] tothelibrary.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Watcher." She taps her nose, nodding knowingly. So maybe she went a little crazy on the gangster movies a couple weeks ago. There is nothing wrong with appreciating the cinema of times gone by, no matter what the baby slayers have to say about people who like old things more than new things.

"Giles, you called it an opod. I think that's worth at least a tiny bit of teasing." Their dynamic would crumble and fall to ruin without healthy amounts of mocking. And Dawn is aware sometimes Giles plays it up-- either to make the teasing easier or just to keep things rolling smoothly-- but since her need for sparkly pens is tripled when she's in his vicinity, they're both guilty of the same crime. "I appreciate a good boy band, but sometimes you just need something a little less... boy band-y."

The music influence is mostly Spike's, but that's one of those topics she just doesn't bring up. With Giles or Xander. Because death threats by sleep immolation aside, Spike is still in the circle of People Dawn Loves, and her two other male family-type people are... well. Less than fond of him? So discretion is the better part of valor, blah blah blah.

...Oh, dear. She should start digging her hole soon, then. Or maybe just using the hatches to create hundreds of cameras to take advantage of the situation.

[identity profile] erudite-watcher.livejournal.com 2009-07-10 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, that's so cute. Giles and Dawn should have a movie marathon at some point, when nothing post 1979 is allowed to be played. They could so geek out over old PI and gangster movies. And the baby slayers don't know what they're missing.

"It's a ridiculous name. ipod, mp3, lol, brb. There are many a days when I despair for the English language." And he really does, though obviously he plays it up for Dawn's benefit. It's a game as old as time, which began for them back in the Sunnydale library. Or not really, but he doesn't like to think about the fact that she wasn't really there. She's in his memories, and that's enough for him. "Yes, sometimes I feel less boy bandy too."

Less then fond of Spike - now there's an understatement of epic proportions. It's hard to say which of Buffy's vampire boyfriends Giles likes less - his fingers still pain him sometimes when it's cold, thanks to Angel. And Spike... well he only barely regrets that Wood didn't kill him last year, and that's only because he closed the Hellmouth. He will never understand how both Summers sisters can care for him.

Cameras - that's just what Giles needs...

[identity profile] tothelibrary.livejournal.com 2009-07-11 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Dawn would love Giles forever for movie marathon-age. Maybe the hugest GIVE ME ALL THE ATTENTION IN THE WORLD issues have passed with the majority of the rest of her teen angst, but she's still a sucker for attention. And having it be undivided and involving movies is even better.

"What about wtf and omg? Those are the two most important new additions." Blink, blink. She's so innocent, Giles! And not at all being a troll. The fact that she imposed a 'proper grammar and punctuation in text if you want me to read them' rule has nothing to do with this situation. Ahem. Dawn loves her ridiculous abbreviations? And that way lies emo and bad music. Reality is what you make of it, right? So even if maybe the memories weren't... made the traditional way, they're still hers. "Does that mean no acid wash jeans and a furry jacket with no shirt and a fedora and guyliner? Darn."

At least with Angel, they can agree. He has the maturity of a pet rock and he makes Buffy stupid. Dawn certainly Does Not Approve. Spike is... complicated. He's like a brother. He protected her and comforted her and let her cry all over him That Summer. But he tried to hurt Buffy. No one is allowed to do that. So she still loves him-- misses him-- but the easy hero worship is not so much easy anymore. Growing up, right?

...Hundreds of them.

[identity profile] erudite-watcher.livejournal.com 2009-07-11 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Poor Dawnnie and her lack of attention. At that age Giles was more then happy to fade into the background, but he is not without understanding her needs. She's stuck on the fringes, as he is; all the more reason they should spend some quality no-other-Scoobies-allowed time together. And with the hatches their selection of DVD's is endless, a fact I'm sure Dawn will figure out quickly.

"How could I ever forget omg and wtf?" Sarcasm, thy name is Giles. Just for good measure he pronounces them phonetically as demon sounding words, rather then as acronyms. Two can play at this game of theirs.

"And for your information I've never worn..." Oh dear. He did have the jeans, the jacket (though not fur) without shirt and even, upon occasion, some makeup. It was the seventies, after all. "I never wore a fedora."

Giles agrees completely about the rock and the stupidness. He can even understand about That Summer - in his own dark despair he was not everything he should have been for Dawn. But Spike hurt his Slayer, and that's unforgivable in his book. Fortunately for Spike Giles has never learned about the attempted rape, being in another country at the time. Waking up on fire would have been a blessing compared to what Giles would do to the vampire.

... oh horrors.

[identity profile] tothelibrary.livejournal.com 2009-07-11 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
When your sister is a real life superhero, blending into the background becomes less something to pursue and more an annoying reality. But Dawn is mostly at peace with that, now; fourteen is not a good age for having a very literal identity crisis. It metaphorically thrusts already flammable materials into a furnace of suck.

...The movie time is still okay, less issues or no. Not like Time With Giles is something avoid. (Unless she's in trouble.)

"Old age?" Oh, the innocent grin is back! "Also, you put the stress in the wrong place on wtf."

Dawn laughs, a little scandalized, but mostly amused. "So not asking, other than pondering trying to dig up blackmail pictures. Also, the fedora is so the most necessary part of that outfit. What could you have been thinking, leaving it out. Tch." She clicks her tongue and sighs sadly, then proceeds to ruin the whole mournful effect with a grin.

Good thing for Spike Dawn seems almost incapable of holding a grudge, Hank Summers and Angel non-withstanding.

...She might need millions, come to think of it. Half of the video variety.

[identity profile] erudite-watcher.livejournal.com 2009-07-14 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
At least Dawn's identity crisis didn't include the uncomfortably stereotypical red convertible. And speaking of... "Yes, thank you a crack at my age is just what I needed."

A few years ago he might have lied about the outfit in it's entirety, but he's long since stopped trying to pretend that his past was as tweed clad as his introduction to the Scoobies. Still, that doesn't mean he needs to share that many details with Dawn. Instead he answers dryly. "The fedora would have flattened my hair. I worked hard to gel it just right."

...and now he's worried about how well Dawn can get the hatches to work, and how serious she is about blackmail pics. And if he knew he'd be worried about video camera for future blackmail potential.

[identity profile] tothelibrary.livejournal.com 2009-07-14 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She went the kleptomania route instead. Less flashy, just as illegal. "I try to make sure I meet your daily dose of 'let's call Giles old'. It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it."

But details make the world go 'round! Or at least, they make it easier to mock Giles until he polishes a hole in his glasses. "Okay, point. But there was so guyliner, wasn't there? And you did that Ramones lip curl thing."

It's... actually easy to imagine, come to think of it.

Blackmail is such an ugly word. Dawn likes to call it 'scrapbooking with intent to tease'.