...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.

Comments

[protects.livejournal.com]

Was this really happening? What happened to using post-it reminders?

"I can take her. I should go get something to eat anyway."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

Fred glances over, clearly guilty. Then she stands, already pushing her chair back.

"...it should be me. This is my fault."

[demonologist]

Wes suspects he knows what's happened, and what Harmony having a plateful of food in front of her means. Since Fred and Angel seem to have it well in hand, he reaches for the wine and tries to keep the conversation from lulling.

"Why is it that prepared food here actually seems to taste better than wished up food?"

[gunnfire.livejournal.com]

Gunn is watching Harmony with more interest than he probably should - huh, so they go through this every day? - but he does, eventually, turn his eyes back to Wesley.

"Don't know. Probably got to do with the freaky magic of it. People know what tastes good. Magic don't."

[iamdamnloyal]

Harmony is still very confused and the more everyone talks about here, the more hurt she's getting.

"I'm standing right here."

They don't go through this every morning, but usually it gets approached at a much earlier hour and it's usually not after an entire day of cooking for a meal that she thought she'd get to enjoy too.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

Fred stands fully then, and moves next to Harmony. She places a quiet -- and hopefully reassuring hand -- on her friends arm. Even if privately? She hadn't really appreciated Angel's tone.

"Let's go into the kitchen, Harmony."

[iamdamnloyal]

She frowned, but for the most part she was going to follow her friend.

Harmony followed Fred into the kitchen, "What's going on?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

"Harmony," Fred finally started, glancing again at the kitchen door. There was no easy way to put this.

"You're a vampire."

[iamdamnloyal]

Her brow furrowed, confusion flashing on her features.

"I'm a ... vampire?"

There was a moment where she considered it and then she slowly let the idea take hold. "Huh. I guess... well, that sucks."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

Fred stayed close, clearly concerned.

"Are you ok?"

[iamdamnloyal]

"I think so...I mean, it's not what I expected, but I take it this happens a lot, right? The whole me not knowing, thing?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

There were moments that Fred was at a complete loss with what to do with Harmony and her -- understanding. This was one of them.

"It does, actually. You forget every morning. It's sort of your loss."

[iamdamnloyal]

"Well... that's weird. Every day? Really? Don't you get tired of telling me?"

Really, Harmony could only imagine how difficult it was to hear it every day. It also explained why she was so hungry, but didn't feel like eating anything she just helped prepare.