i'm leaving you my last curse

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[ooglyboogleys]

The Watcher's Council was essentially the Slayer tracking and training program. They mostly hung back and observed in their original incarnation, but all those assholes got blown up a long time ago, so we've done a lot to reform the program. Especially since there are so many more Slayers now.

[They needed a much more manageable system, not a bunch of white old men exploiting their labor.]

[moralitypolice]

Something more... matriarchal?

( She did know watchers were predominantly male, stuffy, and British.

While she speaks and follows Dawn in, she turns back to the boys. )

A spell was done and in an instant, every potential slayer became a slayer in their own right. The original deal meant one slayer died, another one was called. Buffy changed all that.

[ooglyboogleys]

Yeah, she did. And ... there were some mixed opinions on it. But it did help us save the world, so sometimes you do what you have to do.

[She leads them further in, before brightening as another Slayer appears, Lindsay coming down the stairs.]

Speaking of people who helped us save the world.

["Hi, Dawn. And it's Bonnie, Isaac and Danny, right?" Lindsay met them very briefly when they spent some time in Mystic Falls, but emphasis on the very brief. Fortunately, she's always been good with names, at least.]

[moralitypolice]

Sometimes you do.

( Bonnie waves, giving her a smile, also introducing her, too. )

Lindsey, former Mystic Falls sheriff.

[patrols]

That's me. Happy Thanksgiving.

[She's ready to eat some turkey.]

Any sign of Damon and his antebellum friends?

["Not yet. But if you wouldn't mind manning the door while I get these guys settled?"

Lindsay nods.]

Sure, no problem.

[moralitypolice]

Antebellum friends? Damon invited -- racist friends?

( Because, that's ... just all she hears. )

Do they live on a plantation? Of course, Damon has friends that live on a plantation. Wait, Scottish plantation?

[patrols]

They ... well, I don't think Rhett ever owned a plantation. Though maybe he technically married into one.

[It's a pretty big technicality though.]

But in their defense, they were turned during Civil War Reconstruction. And I don't believe they're still racist.

[moralitypolice]

Rhett.

( No. No. Shut. Up. Not possible, though. Is it? Damon knows -- aren't they fictional? She's seen that movie more times than she can count thanks to growing up in Mystic Falls. )

As in, Rhett Butler?

[patrols]

Yep.

[Lindsay does enjoy sharing this part of the story.]

Scarlett is a lot. Melanie's pretty nice though. She and Damon have been doing this weird old people flirting thing.

[moralitypolice]

Old people flirting thing? I have only ever seen Damon shamelessly flirt. Please, later, let me know what old people flirting looks like and please let me see it in person today.

( She lets Lindsey man the door as Dawn continues the -- tour? )

Have you met Scarlett and Rhett and Melanie?

[ooglyboogleys]

["Trust me, you'll know it when you see it."]

I have not, but I have heard about them.

[She's very curious though and looking forward to the adventure.]

Apparently they've gone on a few adventures with Buffy in the Scottish countryside.

[moralitypolice]

I can't wait to hear all about them. Or, to meet them. Or, both.

( Really, she's in for both. She looks back at Isaac and Danny, who she assumes may not know Gone With the Wind. )

[notwitty]

[Yeah, this is all going over Danny's head. He's too young and too British for this.

Isaac, however, is connecting some of the dots. He is confused, but he assumes Bonnie will explain later. He does know enough to go:]

Has Caroline met them yet?

[moralitypolice]

I don't think so? But, this is the first I'm hearing of them. So. Maybe passing through? I'm out of the loop unless the girls want me in.

( Or, think they should be in it. )

For a long time, I liked it that way. I lost a lot in Mystic Falls. Escaping - I promised someone I would take my life into my own hands and that's what I did. I don't regret it. Even if meeting Rhett and Scarlett O'Hara would've been... I don't even know.

( She glances back at Danny. )

Gone With the Wind?

[notwitty]

["Oh. I fell asleep halfway through that one."

In his defense, it is a very long film. Isaac smirks, before shaking his head.]

Depending how recently they came back into Damon's life, this could all be new. Maybe you beat them to the punch.

[moralitypolice]

Maybe. You'd think Damon would mention his Antebellum friends.

( She shrugs, stretching her shoulder. )

Is there time for a nap before dinner, Dawn?

( She just needs a little sit-down. Even a lie-down. )

[ooglyboogleys]

Totally. I think Buffy's shooting for mid-afternoon, and we're still missing a good chunk of guests. Please relax.

[She's sure Stefan would like to see her, but he's busy cooking so it can probably wait.]

[moralitypolice]

Than that's what we'll do. Let us know if we can be of any help.

( Danny gets his own private room, while Bonnie and Isaac are given one of the suites.

Stefan is helping Buffy with the Thanksgiving preparation in the kitchen, Faith is finishing a smoke out on the terrace, and Rhett pulls up behind another... - is that a rental car or a car service? Rhett is driving his own, he always liked the Scottish highlands, so a convertible rental is a must.

"That could be our Wesley." he asks, coming to a stop a few feet away and putting the car in park. He lifts his sunglasses.

Damon steps out of the car and holds a hand out for Melanie, like a gentleman. )

[mojitos]

[Melanie takes his hand, following his lead with a smile and climbing out of the car before looking at the young man emerging from the car ahead of him. "It is. Hello, Wes."

Wes smiles, barely giving Damon a second glance.]

Hello, Melanie. Happy Thanksgiving. It's good to see you.

[unforgivably]

( Damon holds a hand over his eyes to miss the glare of the sub=n while the beanie-baby greets the woman he's courting. He doesn't need to make any kind of impression. He's never been anyone's favorite person, even when he is. He's used to being the ignored punching bag. It's fine.

Rhett leans in to his beauty.

"Just look at our progeny. Perhaps the Northwest gloom is doing him some good." )

[mojitos]

["I wish it would do something for his fashion's sense but I suppose that's what's in over there."

Scarlett judges with love, Wes knows this by now. He's still greeted by her blinding smile as she climbs out of the car to greet him. "There you are."

His smile widens as he wraps his arms around her.]

Hi, Scarlett.

["Did you have a good flight?"]

I did. This is certainly fancier than our previous Thanksgivings.

[persistingly]

He's comfortable and cleans up when he's meant to. Let him be, Scarlett.

( Rhett waits for his own handshake but pulls him in for a stern one armed hug. )

Only the best for our Westley.

( Rhett leans back. )

You remember Damon.

[mojitos]

I do.

[Unfortunately. Don't worry, Damon, he's probably going to be just as cool with Stefan. He flashes the other man a small, polite smile.]

Nice to see you again, Damon.

[persistingly]

( "You, too. Really putting the hip back in hipster," Damon says with a smile.

Rhett steps away and back. )

Honestly, Damon. Scarlett. Maybe we get away one weekend without commentary on fashion.

[mojitos]

[Scarlett waves a hand. "I'm just saying, it's very Bohemian."

Wes laughs.]

It's okay, Mom. I like Bohemian. But I did try my best to match.

[It is a little more upscale than your usual Boho style, even if he is wearing a beanie and a beaded bracelet. There is a button down and slacks under his peacoat. Scarlett smiles, giving his hand a squeeze as she pulls him close.

"I appreciate the effort."]