...it's Thanksgiving

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Who:Fred, Harmony and anyone else that decides to come by.
What: Thanksgiving in the Tower
When:All Day Thanksgiving
Where:The Tower
Rating:PG 13

((OOC : This log is open to anyone and everyone that wants to stop by. I will be setting up some initial section, but feel free to add any others as needed. There's lots of places in the tower for people to break away))

Sometime just after two in the morning, a thought pulled Fred into wakefulness. It was Thanksgiving. Somehow in all the activity that came after the expedition, she'd almost let it slip away from her again.

It wasn't like they hadn't tried before, on more than one occasion. They would go out to the store, buy there ingredients and debate over just what they were getting themselves into. But somehow whenever it game down to the actual cooking of things, and getting themselves into the hotel's industrial kitchen? Something always happened. A demon attack or -- it might've been a run of the mill rogue vampire. And Wolfram & Hart?

Was Wolfram & Hart. They'd worked.

For days now she hadn't been able to shake the images of those bodies, clustered together in the auditorium. The natural comparisons to themselves. But suddenly in that moment? She didn't want anything of it.

Had't she said on more than one occasion that nothing was inevitable? Well there inability to have Thanksgiving was going to be made evitable. It just was.

Decision made, Fred scrabled from her bed and went to recruit some help.

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Waking Harmony

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Fred entered Harmony's room without so much as a by-your-leave and a with a very clear mission. Moving to the bed, she nudged her friend's shoulder with no small amount of urgency.

"....Harmony Harmony, wake up. It's Thanksgiving."

[iamdamnloyal]

She could feel the shaking and the urgency in Fred's tone. She tried to wake up with as much alertness as possible, but her hair was pressed to her cheek and she can't adjust to the dark quite yet.

"No opening presents until tonight." That was the first thing that came to mind with that sort of awakening. It was the wrong holiday though.

Wait.

Wrong.

"Fred, what happened??"

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"Nothing's wrong," Fred assured her, immediately feeling a small twinge for waking Harmony up so abruptly.

"It's Thanksgiving. And we're going to cook."

All the Cooking

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If anyone came over now, they'd walk into a flurry of activity in the kitchen. Nearly every burner on the stove had been requisitioned for some dish or the other, and there was the very distinct smell of the turkey cooking in the oven. Several pies sat to one side, ready for later.

[iamdamnloyal]

Harmony moved between checking pots to make sure they didn't overboil and moving out to the dining room to set the table and make sure the dogs weren't underfoot. Mr. Muggles and Hallie were spoiled as it was, there was no sense in also feeding them food off the table.

"No, you two go lay down. Mommy's busy helping Fred."

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Fred came in then, arms filled with the linens for the table. She set them down, smiling as Harmony gently chastised her pets.

"I'm not even sure if anybody will come. But I couldn't let another year go by without trying."

Re: All the Cooking

[demonologist]

Wes arrives and heads into the kitchen, two bottles of fine wine in hand.

"That smells divine. Oh, and I see that you've already done the pies." He gravitates towards them, like a cat towards catnip.

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Fred turns to wipe her hands on a nearby dishrag before moving to great Wesley. She intercepts him halfway to the pies, reaching to claim both bottles of wine.

"It looks like somebody's got a bit of a sweet tooth."

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Elektra is taking in the kitchen activity once shortly after she arrives with Oliver. It seems so chaotic. She debates for a moment if she should just jump right into helping. There was a big difference between knowing enough about cooking to survive and helping with a Thanksgiving dinner though. That made her hesitate.

"Everything okay?" She'll let someone either volunteer her to help or shoo her away.

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Fred glances up from where the turkey is setting, her smile widening at Elektra's appearance. If possible, it tilts even more at the sight of who she's brought with her.

"It looks to me like things are more than ok."

[letsbe_clear]

Cordelia brought wine. It's about all she can really contribute to Thanksgiving dinner -- cooking, so not her strong suit -- but the minute she walked into the tower, she was assaulted by the smell of a real, bonafide turkey dinner, and she can't help the groan that happens in response.

"It smells so good in here."

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

Willow had walked through the door not long after Cordy. It was assaulted when the same onslaught on scents.

"Is there a law? I feel like there should definitely be a law."

A smile followed, one Sunnydale survivor to another.

Re: All the Cooking

[deathsizing.livejournal.com]

It seemed that this whole Thanksgiving ordeal was a popular event around the castle after all, which he'd confirmed after he'd spent some time flipping back through entries. JJ made use of the directions that Fred had written down for him, soon arriving to the indicated part of the castle. While he hadn't been in this part before, by the noise and ambrosial smells coming from behind the door, he had a pretty good idea of where the event was taking place. He knocked once before cautiously letting himself in.

Re: All the Cooking

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Fred caught sight of the stranger, and immediately crossed the room to greet him. Though she'd left her invitation open to anyone in the castle, she had a fairly strong suspicion of just who it might be.

She held out her hand for her own impression of a Texas handshake.

"I'm guessing you're JJ?"

[matchmaker.livejournal.com]

Cupid's going to pop in unannounced and just ... stand there and watch this commotion until someone notices him. He's used to this sort of thing--gods get pretty bored okay. It's actually really interesting to him just to see all of the hustle and bustle to get things set up when he can wave his arm and do it in an instant. Don't mind the random winged half-naked guy. Oh, right, sorry Harmony he didn't think to change for the occasion.

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Fred just catches sight of him and stops. They've met before, of course. When he just appeared in er bedroom for their -- chat. But that doesn't necessarily diminish the effect.

"...you might want to stay away from hot things. Like the stove."

[iamdamnloyal]

Harmony just exhales and shakes her head, moving over toward her friend.

"Are you ready for learning about another silly holiday that revolves around eating too much food?"

Re: All the Cooking

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If there was one thing Buffy loved, it was definitely the smell of Fred's pies. At least ever since Wes' little house warming party she had. It was a welcomed aroma when she walked into the kitchen to make her rounds and give a 'hey' to everyone. It'd been a strange past couple of weeks for her, so it was nice to get out and be with familiar people.

Stepping over to the pies, she admired the almost seamless pie crusts on the outside, wishing she had the patience to be able to make something that smelled and look so great.

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Fred walked up behind Buffy, happy to see the other woman. Even if they always had a habit of meeting around food. If she remembered right (and she was inclined to remember things rightly) they'd first stumbled across each other during her attack of waffle making after Illyria first appeared.

She smiled.

I"I'm glad you were able to come by."

Dinner

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The long table that anchored the dining room was now overflowing with food. Two sets of hands were definitely better than one, and between the both of them Fred and Harmony had made an an enthusiastic attempt for their last minute Thanksgiving.

Re: Dinner

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Angel always feels a little out of place at these gatherings. The fact that the last time they got together like this they wound up trapped in the tower aside, he doesn't exactly want to gulp down a cup of blood at the table while everyone else is eating--particularly when there are guests outside of his usual circle. So he's just kind of ... sitting there helping to pass food around while sipping on water like he's some kind of underwear model. This is so fun you guys don't even know. But it's okay because how often do they get to do stuff like this? He's just happy they're all getting along.

[gunnfire.livejournal.com]

And Gunn is, of course, a little fashionably late as he comes into the dining room. He's a little sweaty, and perhaps a little sheepish looking, too - he's been out training, apparently, out of breath as he takes a seat next to Angel and immediately guns for the mashed potatoes.

"What, man - no turkey with pig's blood gravy for you?"

Food Coma

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Is there such a thing as too much food? Fred had her opinion, but that really is for you to decide.

[letsbe_clear]

And this will be the part where Cordelia collapsed back against the couch, hands over her stomach, and sitting in a blissful, tryptophan-induced state of being. It's definitely been one of the best Thanksgiving meals she's had in a long time.

"I think if I move, I might explode."

... Yes, she does actually believe that.

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Fred fell back onto the couch next to Cordy, almost immediately curling slightly into a ball of contentment. She could safely say she wasn't hungry.


".....that."