Honolulu Heights, Friday

[chosehumanity]

So several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.

That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)

And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.

But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.

[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]

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Arrive!

[chosehumanity]

Turn up on the doorstep, offer gifts, or just well-wishes, or, hell, some snark.

Re: Arrive!

[vanillajello]

Whoever answered the door was greeted with a pretty damn enthusiastic "Hiiiii" when Kate showed up, work SP-y Bod in tow. And could you blame her? Things seemed to be going okay this week, for everyone. Hell, even Moosh's short film had been accepted to a thing in New York. So, she was acting happy.

She also had a wrapped housewarming gift in her hands, while she'd given the frankly mandatory wine bottle for Bod to carry.

Re: Arrive!

[chosehumanity]

Whoever answered the door... would be Mitchell, grinning and all. "Hey, you," he said, and Bod got a no less-enthusiastic, "Bod, right?" with a chill nod of his head.

Re: Arrive!

[therewaslife]

"Yes," Bod said, nodding and...carrying the wine like a professional. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Thank you for inviting me."

Re: Arrive!

[bitten_notshy]

In the week leading up to the party, Jack finally got himself out of New York and, reluctantly, back to the version of 2012 London he'd called home before the whole recent mess started. He'd found a place to live, was most of the way to a job. And now: Time to hop universes again for a few hours.

Not that he was remotely tempted to miss it. He smiled on the doorstep, if a bit tentatively, and carried the bottle of 1902 Russian vodka he'd saved for a a housewarming gift.

"Hello!"

Re: Arrive!

[chosehumanity]

"Hey, Jack," Mitchell said. Enthusiastic tone, slightly-manic smile on his face; Jack really had nothing to fear about his reception here today, at least not from him. "Glad you could make it, come on in."

Living Room

[chosehumanity]

Which segues neatly into the kitchen up ahead, and has its own bar. And finger sandwiches, and tea. Lots of tea.

Don't expect to get in without getting a lei, either.

[[ feel free to ping each other here, or poke me if you want a George or a Nina. ]]

Re: Living Room

[vanillajello]

Kate was not going to object to a lei.

She was, however, going to get herself a non-tea drink, and boggle at the wall-wide mural of... well, she supposed it was a Hawaiian view. Because really. This was Wales.

She loved it.

Re: Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"Whoever decorated this place had a wonderful imagination," Jack said, when he wandered Kate-ward. "Hello, you."

Re: Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

Jack sat on the couch with tea -- he'd leave the alcohol for later, when his senses got over the shock of so many other supernaturals -- and ran a finger over his lei, unable to stop touching the flowers.

He was also trying to stop himself from taking all the finger sandwiches.

Re: Living Room

[chosehumanity]

A moment or so later, George sank down on the sofa next to him. "So," he said, "Welcome to our party..." He sounded somewhat more sedate than Mitchell, though he, too, had a smile on his face. "We still have plenty of sandwiches, if that's what you're afraid of. Annie keeps making them."

George, twisting around the thing he actually wanted to ask about? Why, never.

Re: Living Room

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell was in fact drinking the tea, thanks, if simply because Annie kept making it, and, well, George had had enough time to get used to her being around again that the likelihood of some kind of too-much-tea freak-out was starting to climb up again.

He also had a lei on. Yep.

Re: Living Room

[vanillajello]

"You look dashing," Kate noted with an amused as she sidled on up to him, drink in hand. Drinks were important, okay. "I'm gonna refrain from inappropriate lei jokes, though."

Well, refrain from them with him. Bod was probably not going to be safe from them.

Re: Living Room

[nookiepowered]

"You know," said Bo on arriving in the living room, Tesco's bag in hand. "It'd be easier to 'run out to the shop and pick up some more bundt cake' if anyone in Wales had ever heard of bundt cake. Heathens."

Raised in of those vaguely Norwegian states in the upper middle US with lots of lakes, cows, and church socials? How ever did you guess?

She lifted the bag. "I'm a little afraid of anything they actually come right out and call 'lardy.'"

Re: Living Room

[vanillajello]

"They still have Tesco, though," Kate remarked, pointing at the bag. She was familiar with those from the golden days of Bristol, oh yes. Grocery shopping was exotic when you were abroad, after all.

She grinned at Bo. "Hi."

Re: Living Room

[chosehumanity]

"What is it about you and bundt cake?" Mitchell asked. He was... genuinely amused, yes. "Is it just your paralyzing fear of lard, or are you fond of round shapes?"

Talk to the Star of the Party

[chosehumanity]

As soon as she pings in, that is.

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

They were good sandwiches, George. Annie might not be able to taste them (unless someone volunteered to let her possess him, just saying...) but it wasn't like she didn't remember.

Someone should maybe, fine, stop her from heading back into the kitchen to make even more, though.

What? It wasn't like there was any bundt cake left, after a week!

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[bitten_notshy]

Jack wasn't going to stop her: Between being part wolf and being a 20-year-old boy, he was eating more than his share of however many sandwiches she could make.

(It was okay. He was just taking Annie's portion.)

"Welcome back," he said, wondering if he could see her because people could, or because he wasn't exactly people anymore. "Can I help with anything?"

OOC

[chosehumanity]

Much love goes to nookiepowered for playing Annie for me. Poke me down here if you want either of the resident werewolves, plz, and have fun!

Re: OOC

[bitten_notshy]

Either/or on le George & Nina, please? I have no preference.

Re: OOC

[chosehumanity]

On it!

Re: OOC

[nookiepowered]

*pokes you down there*

Re: OOC

[chosehumanity]

Ooooooh.

Re: OOC

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

STOP THAT. God, wasn't all week long enough for you?