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. )
But, they weren't there to eat my coming out class, they were there because of you.
( She's just stating facts. If her sister weren't a slayer, she would have come out properly. And no, not like you, Willow.
"That's vampires," Willow says, trying to cut the tension. "One time, Spike, who you'll meet at the wedding and has a soul now, attacked Buffy and us at parent teacher night. And she was already failing at impressing our principal."
Buffy scoffs. "First off, I jumped through every hoop. It wasn't my fault Sheila got jumped and turned. And I still finished everything he wanted me to. He didn't even try my lemonade."
Willow coughs around her sip of her drink, remembering the taste and face she made. "I hate to break it to you, Buffy, but that may have been the only thing you had going for you.")
["God, that night was awful," Cordy shakes her head. "Living in Sunnydale was such a horror show."
Lucia, who wasn't a Sunnydale alum, is the one looking across the table to Lindsay who's face is not as charmed with reminiscing about their Sunnydale life. Mostly because that's probably not what she is thinking about.
"Guys, I don't think you're helping."
Lindsay knows the risks of her life, and she knows that the rest of her family hadn't signed up for it. She didn't even sign up for it. But that doesn't change the fact that vampires are always going to find their way into her life, isn't it.]
I guess that explains how my wedding invitation got lost in the mail.
[Her voice is so carefully neutral because she isn't trying to start a fight. Chelsea's thought process was certainly logical enough. If you don't want vampires, don't invite a vampire Slayer. But that doesn't mean it hadn't hurt.]
( Chelsea can see what she started, she hadn't even meant to. Not really. This was not in her plans. Maybe she gets it from her cold-blooded husband. The resentment still sits. It stings. But today isn't the day for it and she instantly regrets the topic choice. )
Life wasn't a horror show in Texas. It was one incident. ( And deep down, and now on the surface ) I know you didn't ruin anything, Lin. I was just young and wanted the spotlight on me for a change. ( Her husband's and father's thoughts certainly didn't help. ) If I could do it again, I'd have you there. I can't even believe I didn't.
( And maybe that's too little, too late.
As for the guests not in this family? They hold back all commentary, letting the sisters have their moment. )
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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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Well, the photographer -- did die.
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[Then again, do they want photographs of that night given how it ended? No, probably not. But still, poor photographer.]
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( Like her social life and standing in society. Not that everyone didn't play selective memory after. )
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[They're simple creatures, in the end. Can't blame them for knowing what they want.]
But fortunately that also makes them easy to predict and take out.
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( She's just stating facts. If her sister weren't a slayer, she would have come out properly. And no, not like you, Willow.
"That's vampires," Willow says, trying to cut the tension. "One time, Spike, who you'll meet at the wedding and has a soul now, attacked Buffy and us at parent teacher night. And she was already failing at impressing our principal."
Buffy scoffs. "First off, I jumped through every hoop. It wasn't my fault Sheila got jumped and turned. And I still finished everything he wanted me to. He didn't even try my lemonade."
Willow coughs around her sip of her drink, remembering the taste and face she made. "I hate to break it to you, Buffy, but that may have been the only thing you had going for you." )
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Lucia, who wasn't a Sunnydale alum, is the one looking across the table to Lindsay who's face is not as charmed with reminiscing about their Sunnydale life. Mostly because that's probably not what she is thinking about.
"Guys, I don't think you're helping."
Lindsay knows the risks of her life, and she knows that the rest of her family hadn't signed up for it. She didn't even sign up for it. But that doesn't change the fact that vampires are always going to find their way into her life, isn't it.]
I guess that explains how my wedding invitation got lost in the mail.
[Her voice is so carefully neutral because she isn't trying to start a fight. Chelsea's thought process was certainly logical enough. If you don't want vampires, don't invite a vampire Slayer. But that doesn't mean it hadn't hurt.]
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Life wasn't a horror show in Texas. It was one incident. ( And deep down, and now on the surface ) I know you didn't ruin anything, Lin. I was just young and wanted the spotlight on me for a change. ( Her husband's and father's thoughts certainly didn't help. ) If I could do it again, I'd have you there. I can't even believe I didn't.
( And maybe that's too little, too late.
As for the guests not in this family? They hold back all commentary, letting the sisters have their moment. )
I am sorry. Leaving you out wasn't fair.
( Or right. )
Thank you for breaking the ice between us.
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It's okay.
[They'll figure it out. Lindsay is just glad she's actually here. They still probably have a ways to go but this at least feels like a start.]
I'm glad you came.