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Who: Eeeeverybody!
What: Party time has finally arrived! Time for everyone to relax a little after all the recent craziness.
Where: Tifa's Bar
When: Friday, Aug. 7
Notes: Open log, thread however. Try not to break the bar.

Everything was ready to go. Seventh Heaven was sparkling clean for the occasion, tables and chairs spaced out nicely across the room. A table against the wall was loaded with a wide variety of food and drinks, both homemade and storebought, and another table held a stack of games in case anyone was in the mood. It was a pretty simple set-up, but everyone who had helped seemed to think that it was just right.

Jenn was nervous, and excited. Finally, she was going to meet all of the people she'd been talking to on the network this past month! She'd been eagerly waiting for this party ever since they'd started set-up (and the chocolate-chip cookies over on the snack table were Jenn Specialty). Now they just needed to arrive. Being the self-designated greeter, Jenn took up a position by the door and waited to point people to the snacks. She made a valiant effort not to look like an overexited geek.

Date: 2009-08-08 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadowchaser.livejournal.com
Yay, a party. Boo, a party. Amy was asking herself yet again why she'd changed her mind and decided they should go to this thing, and the answer was still the same.

"Being social is not an answer." Jalen complained as she tugged him through the door and over to an empty table. She hadn't been the only one questioning her decisions. "You don't like being social unless you're comfortable with everyone. I don't like being social even when I'm comfortable with the company. Why are we really here?"

"To be honest, I'm not really sure." Amy sat down, tugging on her shirt a little, trying to disguise the bump. It wasn't incredibly noticeable if she was wearing a baggy shirt, which she was, but her shyness was kicking in again. It was kind of stupid, she knew, since the whole community knew she was pregnant. Old habits die hard. She thought, glancing up at Jalen. He'd taken a seat across from her, but was watching everyone else.

"I can get you something if you want. No cookies though," He amended as he looked back at her. "You eat enough of them at home."

"Do not," Amy countered, then grinned. "Hey look, Aria brought Pancake. Why don't I just call her over, and we can see if the bunny feels like cuddling you today?"

Jalen's eyes widened, and he stood abruptly. "I'll get you some cookies. At the other end of the table." He quickly disappeared before she could tease him further.



Date: 2009-08-08 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seolearo.livejournal.com
"So that's the infamous Jalen, is it?" Ray asked, grinning as she took a seat near Amy. She'd just arrived, and hey, there was someone to talk to! "Amy, right? Don't think we've talked too much, have we? Glad to hear the pregnancy's going alright, though. Lookin' forward to seeing little Eli eventually. So how're you holding up with everything going on, huh?"

Date: 2009-08-08 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadowchaser.livejournal.com
"Dunno if he'll be glad to know he's earned that label or not." She grinned at Ray. "You know, we haven't, though it feels like I've known you for ages anyway. Funny thing with this group."

She gave her shirt another tug, blushing faintly. Oh, she was hopeless. "So am I. Bet Eli ends up taking after his father in the looks department. Sorta hoping he doesn't take after me in the getting-into-trouble department." Her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug at Ray's last question, and she shook her head.

"Okay, I guess, though sometimes it feels more complicated than that. Debating going to the Star Market or stopping by Heatherfield to see my grandparents while everything's quiet. Should probably do the latter. So how've you been? Aside from all the 'fun' stuff going on?"

Date: 2009-08-08 03:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seolearo.livejournal.com
"Sorry to say, but getting into trouble is a ref specialty. It'll probably be in his genes. And if it isn't, he'll probably pick it up from someone sooner or later," she laughed.

Ray nodded sagely, becoming a little more serious. "Yeah, I understand. A little too much going on without feeling this big mess of stuff, good and bad. But hey, such is life." She chuckled. "Star Market seems to be a lot more popular than it was last year. I can't wait to go again; they've got some pretty great stuff. You could always go and then visit your grandparents, or the other way around. Whichever works out for you, you'll probably have some fun. But I have to warn you, if you do go to the Market, some of the shop owners might try to use Eli there as a price tag. Some of them are a little sketchy like that."

"Me? I've been pretty good, considering. Became a pirate not too long ago. Ari and I got our own ship, did you know?" Ray's eyes sparkled. "But I gotta say, the whole fairy thing I could have done without. It's kind of annoying when Peter Pan and other fairies are the only ones who can understand you. As for everything else..." She shrugged. "I dunno, maybe I'm just weird, but I do kind of think some of this stuff is fun. It'd be more fun if a certain friend of ours wasn't in constant danger, but that's beyond our control for the moment. We'll figure it out, though."

Date: 2009-08-08 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadowchaser.livejournal.com
"Bet you it'll be sooner, depending on who he hangs out with. Dunno how much I should let you babysit then." Amy teased. "Not sure I want him learning how to take down a Behemoth with lightning."

She settled back a little in her chair and tapped her stomach lightly, eyes drifting over to watch Jalen at the food table, doing his best to avoid being noticed by Pancake. "I keep thinking they'll be disappointed in me if I go have fun before I visit them, but I think that's just my upbringing talking." Turning her attention back to Ray, she made a face as she considered creepy shop owners. Ugh. Sure, have the color of my unborn child's right eye! She thought sarcastically. No problem at all.

"Heh, pirates. Can't stand 'em. Well, okay, if they're my friends, that's one thing. But you know, Calum kinda ruined things for me...bleh. Your own ship? Really? I'd love that...if I didn't get seasick, anyway." Giggling for a second, she motioned to Jalen, who had been headed back to the table with a cup in one hand and a napkin full of cookies in the other. He'd stopped when he'd seen Ray, and was hovering indecisively. She gave him a look, and he walked back over, setting the snacks down before taking another chair.

"Ray, the infamous Jalen, who needs to visit Neverland sometime. I think he'd do well as a fairy, don't you?"

Her husband's eyebrows raised until they were nearly in his hair before he sighed and held out a hand to Ray. He wasn't even going to ask.

Date: 2009-08-09 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seolearo.livejournal.com
"Hey, it worked, didn't it!?" she protested playfully. Yeah, she was used to this sort of thing by now.

"Ah, well. Do what feels right," Ray answered with a smile. She laughed at the face Amy made. "Yeah, those merchants get pretty awful sometimes..."

"You should come visit her sometime! She looks pretty damn good when she's not torn up by a storm or something. And hey, if you get seasick, we'll take care of you, no worries."

Ray grinned up at Jalen and shook his hand. "I think he might. I'm Ray, nice to finally meet you. Been hearing quite a bit from your wife here." She winked at Amy.

Date: 2009-08-09 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadowchaser.livejournal.com
"Oh, spectacularly." Amy replied dryly, but she was trying not to grin. "Well, if you can make sure I don't throw up all over your Precious, then I wouldn't mind seeing it. I get kinda nauseous on gummi ships, even."

"I don't want to be a fairy," Jalen suddenly announced, taking his hand back after shaking Ray's. "I don't know what you two have been plotting, but it doesn't need to involve me." He eyed his wife, who was trying to nibble a cookie without laughing. "I'm sure most of what she's been saying has been entertaining."

Swallowing her cookie bits so she could giggle without choking, she reached over and poked him. "Everything about you is entertaining. Especially the-" She was cut off by Jalen thrusting the cup of fruit punch at her.

"Drink, you look thirsty."

"Awe, spoilsport. He has no sense of humor, Ray."

Date: 2009-08-09 08:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seolearo.livejournal.com
"I didn't die. I'd say that's pretty spectacular." She grinned. "And even if you did, someone'd clean it up. We keep her nice and pretty."

She laughed at Jalen's declaration. "I didn't either. Unfortunately, the multiverse seems to have a sense of humor and doesn't care what anyone else wants, y'know?"

"Well," Ray said, leaning over to whisper in Amy's ear, "we could always conduct some experiments and see if he really does have one, hidden deep in there somewhere..."

Date: 2009-08-09 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shadowchaser.livejournal.com
"Not dying is always a good thing. ...Actually, I'd like to avoid the whole throwing up thing to begin with. I despised morning sickness. Ugh."

Jalen set the cup down before reaching over to push a strand of Amy's hair back. She blushed, pulling away to listen to Ray before looking back at her husband with a smirk. "We could..."

He was watching them both suspiciously.

"...You two go find someone else to harass. There are plenty of people here!" He pointed towards Roxas, then Donald. "See?"

"But Jalen, I love you! And Ray's just trying to make friends..." After a few seconds of mock-sniffles, her face slipped into it's best kicked puppy expression. He was either going to melt, or start thunking his head against the table. Ah, the joys of married life.

Date: 2009-08-12 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seolearo.livejournal.com
"There may be plenty of people here, but I promised Aerith I wouldn't do anything to embarrass anyone too much," Ray said in a defeated tone, "and you can't argue with her!" She looked in the direction he was pointing and laughed. "Nah, those two get picked on enough without me helping. 'Sides, Donald would probably Comet me and Roxas would pull out the Keyblade..."

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