( Chelsea stands in her costume, having obtained one, and reads the message.
I'm on my way.
She's just going to be a little bit, because she's at the hotel, still. She looks at herself in the mirror. She can be here. She can do this. Lindsay is her sister.
"He's Stefan's brother," Willow confirms.
"What she said," he ditto's.
"But, I don't think he's in either wedding party," Willow adds. )
He isn't. But, he'll be at the ceremony. And the reception. And my room after this.
[There's something in her that lifts slightly at that before she responds: Okay. The reservation is under my name, but I also think we've got the biggest table so you'll be able to spot us.
Lucia nods.]
I figured if he was in the wedding he would be here. Nice to actually put a face to the name, though. I've heard some stories.
[From Stefan? From other people by virtue of being a Salvatore? The world may never know.]
[She can appreciate a good rabblerouser every now and again.]
But good to know.
[She passes Lindsay a drink as she joins them at the table, in full view of the room mingling around them. "Lucia covers portions of Vegas, so she's used to rabblerousing. I'm sure those wolves keep you busy."]
Nah, Alcide's got them in line. A good alpha makes all the difference.
Let's go with rabblerouser, it's probably the nicest way anybody has described me before.
("I just go with ass," Buffy admits with a smirk. "But Alcide does play well with others. Werewolves are a big old toss-up when it comes to that, but I like old Al.")
Me too. And so does Connie. Though Connie's reasons have less to do with how good he is at his job and more to do with how he looks in a pair of jeans.
["I already like Connie's taste," Cordelia grins. "I really should make my way out there to visit sometime."
For context, to Damon:]
Connie is my husband's grandmother. She is a fantastic cook, a professional con artist, and almost always thirsty.
Yes, I will be there for boring work reasons, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to put eyes on a hot werewolf. For ... educational purposes.
["I think that's just the general state when it comes to werewolves," Lindsay points out and Lucia waves a hand.
"Not all werewolves are created equal. Alcide also happens to be a good guy, which is why she's increasingly interested in flinging him at her last remaining single granddaughter at her nearest opportunity."]
There seems to be a wealth of werewolves around these days. I mean, technically there always were the established packs, but we never really interacted with them that much. Now I see Derek Hale like once a week.
[They're in the spouses and partners section of any meetings between their actually important New Orleans counterparts. Scott sometimes too, but it seems like Hayley and Beck are spending more time getting the sense of each other as Hayley's people seem to stay human a lot longer than Davina's witches do.]
[But her attention seems to be pulled as there's some fussing coming from the center of the room.]
Looks like they're getting started.
[She can't help but send one glance to the door to see if her sister has arrived, or if she's really going to be late. She's trying not to let it get to her either way, but she's trying to make an effort. It would be nice to know if Chelsea was actually doing the same.]
( As Buffy finally gets a look at her character, some female cartographer, Chelsea does approach the closed doors as the proceedings start. She knows she's late, and she is probably underdressed. She does have the right hat and some flapper pearls.
Letting herself in the front doors, the host goes quiet, smiling in her direction. She welcomes the newcomer before gesturing for her to join a table and continuing her spiel.
She finds her sister's table and moves around one of the longer ones, approaching. There's one chair at the end. )
Sorry I'm late, ladies. And...
("Damon," he says, looking like Jay Gatsby himself. )
And she will go do just that, and everyone will resettle as the rules of the party are being recited at the front. Lindsay sits again, reaching for her own drink, before glancing back at her sister.]
Easy, but Gerry insisted we get pre-TSA, so, flights, the airports - all are a cinch for us. It was the hotel... ( not the time ) but we handled that, too. I hope I haven't missed much. I'm a senator's wife, I think.
[Which is when the party really gets started, more or less.]
Gerry's the husband, right?
[She doesn't ask it to rehash the fact that she wasn't invited to her sister's wedding, but she wants to make sure she's remembering the right name and that Chelsea didn't bring someone else for whatever reason.]
I'd hope nobody becomes dead, but this is a murder mystery party.
( She doesn't mean to get the dig in, only one girl was hospitalized at her cottilian, but then she asks about her husband and, well, maybe she didn't invite her. But they still share parents. )
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She'll wait for a bout five more minutes before she and Buffy both head inside if she gets no response, but she'll try and wait all the same.
Inside, the girls settle in on ordering their drinks, before Lucia, who is the one playing catch up most of the time, glances to Damon.]
So you're Stefan's brother, right? You're not just a guy also named Salvatore?
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I'm on my way.
She's just going to be a little bit, because she's at the hotel, still. She looks at herself in the mirror. She can be here. She can do this. Lindsay is her sister.
"He's Stefan's brother," Willow confirms.
"What she said," he ditto's.
"But, I don't think he's in either wedding party," Willow adds. )
He isn't. But, he'll be at the ceremony. And the reception. And my room after this.
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Lucia nods.]
I figured if he was in the wedding he would be here. Nice to actually put a face to the name, though. I've heard some stories.
[From Stefan? From other people by virtue of being a Salvatore? The world may never know.]
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( Buffy looks over at Damon, who, rightfully has some stories to his name.
"You should believe what everyone tells you," Damon says, taking a sip.
"He's a rabblerouser," Willow says, which, frankly isn't even enough to describe him. She's also called him a rascal before to his face. )
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[She can appreciate a good rabblerouser every now and again.]
But good to know.
[She passes Lindsay a drink as she joins them at the table, in full view of the room mingling around them. "Lucia covers portions of Vegas, so she's used to rabblerousing. I'm sure those wolves keep you busy."]
Nah, Alcide's got them in line. A good alpha makes all the difference.
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( "I just go with ass," Buffy admits with a smirk. "But Alcide does play well with others. Werewolves are a big old toss-up when it comes to that, but I like old Al." )
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["I already like Connie's taste," Cordelia grins. "I really should make my way out there to visit sometime."
For context, to Damon:]
Connie is my husband's grandmother. She is a fantastic cook, a professional con artist, and almost always thirsty.
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( "Hey, I'm strictly -- lady-loving, but even I can see how Alcide fills out a pair of pants," Willow says, making it clear, that he is worth the trip.
"Wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers," Faith quips.
"So, more of a water, water everywhere situation," Damon says, leaning in, assessing. )
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Yes, I will be there for boring work reasons, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to put eyes on a hot werewolf. For ... educational purposes.
["I think that's just the general state when it comes to werewolves," Lindsay points out and Lucia waves a hand.
"Not all werewolves are created equal. Alcide also happens to be a good guy, which is why she's increasingly interested in flinging him at her last remaining single granddaughter at her nearest opportunity."]
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( "He had appeal, but it was the mystery more than anything," Willow adds. "And the rockstar thing." )
Dingoes did eat his baby. I can personally vouch.
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[She liked Oz. He was a pretty chill dude, which honestly their group needed at times.]
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( And that helps them. )
Haven't seen him in person in a few years, though. Sometimes, I get voice messages.
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There seems to be a wealth of werewolves around these days. I mean, technically there always were the established packs, but we never really interacted with them that much. Now I see Derek Hale like once a week.
[They're in the spouses and partners section of any meetings between their actually important New Orleans counterparts. Scott sometimes too, but it seems like Hayley and Beck are spending more time getting the sense of each other as Hayley's people seem to stay human a lot longer than Davina's witches do.]
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( It's kind of crazy how many werewolves she encounters. )
I think they're still in...
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[But her attention seems to be pulled as there's some fussing coming from the center of the room.]
Looks like they're getting started.
[She can't help but send one glance to the door to see if her sister has arrived, or if she's really going to be late. She's trying not to let it get to her either way, but she's trying to make an effort. It would be nice to know if Chelsea was actually doing the same.]
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Letting herself in the front doors, the host goes quiet, smiling in her direction. She welcomes the newcomer before gesturing for her to join a table and continuing her spiel.
She finds her sister's table and moves around one of the longer ones, approaching. There's one chair at the end. )
Sorry I'm late, ladies. And...
( "Damon," he says, looking like Jay Gatsby himself. )
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[Lindsay perks up as she glances around the table to see who else may need introductions:]
You've met Buffy and Willow, briefly, but that's Cordy, and Lucia and Mia.
[She points to each name as she says it.]
Everybody, this is my sister, Chelsea.
[The girls each give a wave before Lucia holds up a bottle: "Bourbon, vodka or tequila?"]
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( And she said she would. )
Yes, charmed. And hello, all. We're sisters. ( Oh, she likes you, Lucia. ) Something stiff with vodka. Please.
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And she will go do just that, and everyone will resettle as the rules of the party are being recited at the front. Lindsay sits again, reaching for her own drink, before glancing back at her sister.]
How was the flight in?
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( In the game, for the record. )
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Nobody's even dead yet.
[Which is when the party really gets started, more or less.]
Gerry's the husband, right?
[She doesn't ask it to rehash the fact that she wasn't invited to her sister's wedding, but she wants to make sure she's remembering the right name and that Chelsea didn't bring someone else for whatever reason.]
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( She doesn't mean to get the dig in, only one girl was hospitalized at her cottilian, but then she asks about her husband and, well, maybe she didn't invite her. But they still share parents. )
Gerry is my husband and he was my escort.
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[Lindsay's eyes go wide as she makes the connection.]
Oh. That Gerry.
[She has met him. That's a little embarrassing. She winces and takes a sip of her drink and swallows.]
I didn't realize it was the same guy. Good for you.
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( They didn't make a good impression. And he was young then. A little more insufferable. )
It is. ( She doesn't know what else to say, but the party doesn't know. ) I debuted at cottilion.
( Damon to Willow, "Very different kind of coming out," he assures her. )
Oh, I'm not a lesbian.
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[Points at Damon before he can ask:]
Yes, the dress was terrible, no there are not pictures.
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