crazyvampchick | (no subject)

Tara pads down the stairs, one hand against the wall for balance. "Hello? Um, Dru?"

[OOC: Hooray! Tarot! (Mun is a semi-professional tarot reader)]

((Want Cam to drop by now or tomorrow morning?))

Now is fine, we'll do it on a separate thread and call it a separate time.

Drusilla stands and walks over to the doorway. "I hear somebody," she says.

OOC: Yay! Mun does Tarot as a hobby but is out of practice. :)

He shouldn't be here, he knows that much, but after talking to Vala about Psych class he needs to do this. He's carrying a package in one hand as he moves through the corridors. "Here, Sunshine. I got something for you."

Drusilla moves to stand in the doorway. "Hello," she says. "I thought everyone was flying south this time of year."

"I don't know about that, but I'm sure they'll be willing to do it if you mess with their mind enough." Cameron snaps.

Tara nods, coming into Drusilla's eyeline. "Just me," she smiles. "Um, I wanted to invite you to a party. Tomorrow. For the Sunnydale people. Angelus said he might drop by?"

Drusilla's lips curved into a smile. "Come to yell at me, have you?" she asks lightly as she eyes the package in his hand. "Did you bring a whip to punish me with?"

"Hello, Tara," says Drusilla. "A party?" she asks, gesturing into her parlor. "Would you like some tea?"

Cameron narrows his eyes. "No, I'm not sick like you. Who the hell gave you the right to mess with people's mind like this?"

"Tea would be lovely, thank you." Tara nods gratefully. "And yes, a party for all of us from Sunnydale. Spike says he's working, so he probably can't come, but I thought we might all go there after dinner for drinks. I know Buffy, Xander and Faith will be coming too. I know there was some bad blood back home, but I'm sure all that's behind us now." ~~And yes, Tara's naively good natured enough to believe that.~~

Drusilla gathers her cards back up and slips them into a red silk bag. She pulls a chair out and pours a cup of tea for Tara, then one for herself. "I would love to be there," says Drusilla as she sits. "This is a different place." ~~Drusilla is actively encouraging Tara's continued belief in that.~~

OOC: It's real tea, even! No funky anything! Just plain, ordinary black tea.

Drusilla tilts her head and looks curiously at Cam. "Why do you wish to know?"

Tara accepts the cup with a smile. "It is. I don't think the old rules really apply here."

OOC: Wow. *is stunned*

*pads silently down the basement steps, keeping to the shadows, tail lashing and ears laid flat*

Translation: Julian, you are a fool beyond words to actually be willing to risk your hide and fur--hair, dammit--to try and get something from this person...

Mrrrrrow?

Translation: Are you here, Drusilla? And can you understand Cat?

OOC: If this is a private party/thread, I spologize--just getting Sark out and about again.

"No one knows whether to buy a yardstick or measuring cups." Drusilla pulled a box of biscuits out of a drawer and put some on a plate.

OOC: Not even demonic evil can take the British Empire out of a girl. You just don't mess with tea!

Drusilla's head tilts and she pauses. "I hear a kitty cat," she says. "A sleek and pretty thing."

OOC: Come and play! Feel free to pick a thread and interact, but Tara's online right now, and Cam's in slow-play due to time zone issues.

OOC: Or keep it here between Dru and Sark. Your call. Refresh my memory--Sark's fairly sociopathic, right?

*takes a few cautious steps closer, dodging the limp body of a doll* Mrrrrrrr meow meow mew rrrrrrrr.

Translation: If you can understand me, I'd like to see if your cards can help me. If you cannot, I'll leave you to your guests and games.

OOC: Sark's wanting advice in regards to his curse, so he's focusing on Dru, though Tara might be helpful too. And yes--though this is teenage!Sark and not the full-blown assassin/terrorist of the show, Julian has issues and almost no conscience.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty," says Drusilla. "Come and play."

OOC: Oh, good. It means she likes him more then!

*edges closer to the table, eyes very wide and cautious. With a quick leap, he's balanced on the edge, and leans down to nudge a facedown card* Mmmmmrrrrrrr...

Translation: If I see any fangs that are not my own...

Tara helps herself to a biscuit, nodding her thanks. "I tried to arrange catering for the party, but it turned out to be a little tricky. Do you think it'd be okay if we just had something homecooked?"

OOC: *nods solemnly*