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Who: EVERYONE/OPEN
What: Thanksgiving!
When: Week Six, Thursday
Where: The Pod Cafeteria
Status: ACTIVE GROUP POST
Of course they'd choose the Englishman to be in charge of Thanksgiving preparation. Because that had gone so well the last time. At least this time, Giles had made sure there were no cursed artifacts or magic books accessible to anyone, so with a bit of luck, there'd be no wild animals created on this Thanksgiving.
Still. It both annoyed and amused him.
The tables had been laid out, small round tables seating about six or seven a table, and they had laid enough places for hundreds of people. Some of the Slayers, he was sure, had gone home to their families, and he wondered if they'd be back. He'd hoped that some of the girls would stay gone, for his own peace of mind as well as proof that you COULD leave and not come back. But they'd planned for all the Slayers to be there, and Giles sincerely hoped that the holiday observance would bring no surprises.
Unlike the surprise he'd gotten that morning, encountering a brightly-dressed little Hindu man dancing in the lobby. The man had introduced himself as Devdas Sharmas, but the gold-flecked eyes that had winked at him spoke of a lot more than that. He hadn't even asked. He didn't want to know, yet, and Devdas-Please-Call-Me-Dev had clarified that he'd met a young god by the name of Dolos who had invited them to the building, them being himself and his wife, Ursula, who owned the club where the Halloween party had been thrown.
Giles pinched the bridge of his nose and had welcomed the hyper little man, and Devdas had glued himself to Giles' side after that, keeping up a stream of chatter that had finally ended only when Devdas' wife tracked him down and tempted him away with promises of Titanic on DVD until lunch.
He'd also run into several of the Slayers, had gotten a message that Richard had absolutely no intention of stirring forth to take part in "this ridiculous charade of a holiday" and had noticeably not seen Angel or Spike, which he assumed meant neither vampire was going to grace the gathering with their presences.
He was ready to throw himself off the rooftop and the meal hadn't even started yet.
The last thing he'd heard was the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade on the televisions in the lounge, and most people were still watching the parade before dinner.
Next year? Someone else was being festival organizer, because he was officially retiring.
What: Thanksgiving!
When: Week Six, Thursday
Where: The Pod Cafeteria
Status: ACTIVE GROUP POST
Of course they'd choose the Englishman to be in charge of Thanksgiving preparation. Because that had gone so well the last time. At least this time, Giles had made sure there were no cursed artifacts or magic books accessible to anyone, so with a bit of luck, there'd be no wild animals created on this Thanksgiving.
Still. It both annoyed and amused him.
The tables had been laid out, small round tables seating about six or seven a table, and they had laid enough places for hundreds of people. Some of the Slayers, he was sure, had gone home to their families, and he wondered if they'd be back. He'd hoped that some of the girls would stay gone, for his own peace of mind as well as proof that you COULD leave and not come back. But they'd planned for all the Slayers to be there, and Giles sincerely hoped that the holiday observance would bring no surprises.
Unlike the surprise he'd gotten that morning, encountering a brightly-dressed little Hindu man dancing in the lobby. The man had introduced himself as Devdas Sharmas, but the gold-flecked eyes that had winked at him spoke of a lot more than that. He hadn't even asked. He didn't want to know, yet, and Devdas-Please-Call-Me-Dev had clarified that he'd met a young god by the name of Dolos who had invited them to the building, them being himself and his wife, Ursula, who owned the club where the Halloween party had been thrown.
Giles pinched the bridge of his nose and had welcomed the hyper little man, and Devdas had glued himself to Giles' side after that, keeping up a stream of chatter that had finally ended only when Devdas' wife tracked him down and tempted him away with promises of Titanic on DVD until lunch.
He'd also run into several of the Slayers, had gotten a message that Richard had absolutely no intention of stirring forth to take part in "this ridiculous charade of a holiday" and had noticeably not seen Angel or Spike, which he assumed meant neither vampire was going to grace the gathering with their presences.
He was ready to throw himself off the rooftop and the meal hadn't even started yet.
The last thing he'd heard was the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade on the televisions in the lounge, and most people were still watching the parade before dinner.
Next year? Someone else was being festival organizer, because he was officially retiring.