i'm leaving you my last curse

[bravebartender]

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[ooglyboogleys]

A person?

[Dawn raises an eyebrow because he and Melanie seem quite close to her untrained eye.]

You just maybe having had a conversation with said person about their person-ness?

[Dawn, that is not a sentence in English.]

[unforgivably]

Have we had a -- They don't teach English to academics anymore? Mel's - free-spirited. Have we DTF? No.

( Does he want to? Jury's out. )

[ooglyboogleys]

Nope, Summers women just have a relationship with the English language that makes grammar nerds sweat.

[But he understood what she meant clearly.]

Is free-spirited a bad thing when you're vampires who have to move around every few decades anyway?

[unforgivably]

And kill themselves.

( Yes, he understood. He's not fair. )

When you put it that way. What about you? Got your roots down in little Gilbert's life.

[ooglyboogleys]

We're making it work.

[If the topic is going to change to Gilberts she might as well go all in.]

He went to Lawrence to see his parents and Elena but eventually I will get him out to the castle. Or Buffy out to Portland. I'm waiting for the opportunity to present itself.

[unforgivably]

( He just stares at her a good long while. )

Run that by me again? To see who?

( He listens but tries to see if his brother is out of the kitchen. Does he not know something? Is this Lily Salvatore all over again? Did Stefan keep something big and bad from everyone? )

[ooglyboogleys]

Oh. Did Elena not tell you?

[Yikes. She didn't realize it was a secret.

Stefan does stick his head out of kitchen at that, peering at his and Dawn's conversation intently.]

There was a mishap with some witch bodies and they got resurrected. I thought she spread the news, sorry.

[unforgivably]

No, Dawn, she didn't New York, New York the return of her dead parents. If you'll excuse me.

( He leaves his plate he grabbed for show but takes his whiskey, moving around the table and straight to his brother. He walks past, back into the kitchen so they can have this discussion in private. )

[somanyadjectives]

[Dawn cringes before pulling out her phone and sending a quick text to Jeremy: Apologize to your sister for me, I may have just outted the news about your parents to the Salvatores.

Hilarious if this winds up being the last text she sends him before things go boom. It's 9AM Kansas time though so Jeremy may be up.

Stefan steps back into the kitchen before turning to face his brother.]

If it's true, I'm sure she's been overwhelmed. We would have found out eventually.

[unforgivably]

( Jeremy's tired. While normally an alert and punctual hunter, entertaining and navigating having suddenly alive parents isn't easy, so he asks Elena to take the morning shift. He doesn't mean for it to sound callous if it does. He'd even meant to set an alarm to connect with his girlfriend, but he chose 8:30p instead.

So he sleeps soundly. )

Dawn doesn't strike me as a liar, just a talker. ...Should we say something?

[somanyadjectives]

Do we need to?

[Stefan glances down at his watch, before shaking his head.]

She's probably not awake yet. Let's worry about it after dinner. It's not like they're going anywhere.

[unforgivably]

It's Elena. It's her dead parents. Years later. In hunter territory.

( He agrees they can wait, but also, it's crazy. )

[somanyadjectives]

I know. I heard they were involved in some witch stuff, but this is ... a lot.

[They definitely should have a group phone call with Elena later, like concerned parents.]

Do you think Bonnie knows?

[unforgivably]

Normally, I'd say she would've told us but I lost those privileges when I left my heart in Brooklyn. She would've told you. ( Right? He peers out into the dinner from the kitchen. ) If she doesn't know, she should.

( On the other end Faith is ravenous with sides sitting next to Wes.

"You're the adopt-a-vamp?" )

[mojitos]

["We'll check in with her about it after dinner."

For now, they need to keep things neutral.

Wes, on the other hand, reaches for his wine with a smirk.]

That's one way of putting it.

[He then pauses, studying her face for a moment.]

Have we met before?

[madskilled]

Don't know. You got a cute enough face. But, I don't B the vamps.

( because Buffy's the resident vampire sex queen. She sits back to take a break from shoveling food into her mouth. She chews, she swallows. )

You ever been to Boston or Sunnydale? London? Been all over.

[mojitos]

These days I've mostly been in Star City.

[There's just something about her that rings a bell, but the downside of his job is that he sees a lot of faces.]

Have you ever been to Verdant?

[madskilled]

Shit. Last month? Mia's a slayer. I was in town, dragged her and the gays out.

( Was a trip. Give her a second. )

You sling a mean drink.

[mojitos]

Thank you.

[He grins and nods as he finally places her.]

I've been working on my flourishes. The vamp reflexes help.

[madskilled]

Strobe probably kills.

( She hikes a foot on the edge of the chair, resting an arm on her knee. )

You and Mickey were chatting it up, I remember correctly.

[mojitos]

We were. We still are.

[More or less.]

He and Mia are roommates now, which keeps things interesting.

[madskilled]

Slayers and vamps mixing it up since 1998.

( But, she doesn't sound judgmental. She nods, winks at him. )

He's a piece.

( Swinging her leg back down, she stands up. )

You smoke?

[indurare]

[He's about to decline, but then he's recruited for wine retrieval and excuses himself instead. Dawn also excuses herself, going to see if she has time to make a phone call as they're waiting for dessert.

Melanie slides across an empty chair to get closer to Rhett with a sigh.]

Scarlett never changes, does she? She's not content with discord unless she's the one causing it.

[She loves her but it's true.]

[madskilled]

( "To be fair, they needed replenishment. You could say Buffy is the more mischievous one tonight. Perhaps, without purpose," Rhett says, draining the last bottle for he and Melanie.

Faith doesn't announce to anyone, but heads out the frond door and leans against a column by the step, lighting up a cig. )

[indurare]

It's true, she may not realize.

[Stefan steps out, scanning the room, before moving to go in search of some of those unaccounted for, mostly trying to get some space from the group after cooking, then playing host all afternoon.]