[open] IT'S TURKEY DAY

[puppetfetishist]

Who: Bro Strider AND YOU
What: Bro thinks you should celebrate American Thanksgiving, for America. There is fried turkey and beer, as God intended.
Where: Over a sanddune from Jack Noir's Hobostraveganza, ie, in the Ocean Zone on the beach, because fuck November.
When: THANKSGIVING DAY DUH

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[nobodysfetch]

"Really?" May says, sounding a little horrified, hopping along behind Buffy while she pulls her own shoes off. "That's just... sad. We'll have to do something about that. I mean, it might be my 'spent my entire life in a city on the coast' thing talking, but... still."

May pauses to inspect a cooler and pull out something alcoholic and sufficiently fruity (read: girly) enough for her tastes before swinging back toward Buffy. "Though it'll be nice having a beach that's not, y'know, cold and rocky and generally... San Francisco. We should come back some time. Do the beach thing properly."

[notthatbuffy]

"Well, I spent most of my life close to the ocean, too," Buffy says. "In Alaska we were probably half an hour from the coast, and now I live in Berkeley. BUUUUT there are the zombie people and zombie sea lions and zombie whales to worry about."

She giggles a little and makes grabby hands at May's drink. "Well, in that case, I'd better find a bikini, huh?"

[nobodysfetch]

"Oh, I guess that's a good point. There are a few nasty things around the water where I'm from, but it's okay if you know how to deal with them - kelpies mostly won't hurt you unless you get on their back. And there are good things in the water too. Selkies, and merpeople - Toby met some merpeople who were part whale and octopus a little while ago, which is really cool."

She holds out her drink for Buffy to take it and take a drink - she's fine with sharing, and it's not like there isn't plenty more. "Yes! Bathing suit shopping trip ASAP."