Big Bang Three!

[daft_old_man]

WHO: daft_old_man and EVERYONE!
WHERE: The TARDIS house
WHEN: Forward dated to July 4th
WARNINGS: The Doctor is in charge of the fireworks. Enough said.
SUMMARY: Wherein the Doctor and Jack spend all their money on a big old party! Sorry Ian -_-;
FORMAT: Whatever folks want! It's a free for all!



The Doctor hopped around the house making sure everything was to his satisfaction. There were streamers and balloons filling every nook and cranny and all of it was especially tacky and wonderful! Humans sure knew how to make decoration!!

The small backyard managed to fit two bounce houses (a castle and a water based bounce house), and inflatable pool entirely too small for adults, and the grills. There was the danger of someone bouncing into the pool but the Doctor saw that as more opportunity for fun! Inside there was food on every flat surface and downstairs where once the aquacat pool was now was ready for dancing! Even if no one showed the Doctor was going to have a good time!

Of course the real show started at sundown with the Doctor's own firework show helped along with human gunpowder and Time Lord know-how. Hope someone has the fire department on speed dial!

Comments

/wraps arouunndd

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"I had no idea." Peter keeps a hand at Buffy's lower back, trying not to be too worried about her state and failing miserably all the same. "Is it good music, at least?"

/curls up

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. It's the National Anthem." She's very proud of this for some reason.

/holds tiiight

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter scrubs at his face, though he mostly does it out of some strange need to hide his amusement. "Why am I not surprised."

/clings

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Well, it is a Fourth of July party." A beat. "Which he seems very keen on, for being so Britishy."

/CLUTCHES FOREVER

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"Maybe he's just trying to be friendly. Or neighborly, I don't know. Don't know the guy." Peter shrugs, trying not to feel guilty for... not knowing the guy.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"You should meet him. He has suspenders and a singing bowtie, but I said that already. And a big, glittery hat." She's nodding so seriously, then looking back up at him. "I think I want to sit down now."

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"I'll meet him sooner or later." Peter lifted an eyebrow, glancing around while he tried to scope out somewhere to sit and figure out where Dawn had run off to all at once.

"Yeah, sure- C'mon." Hand still at her back, Peter started the slow trek towards a table he'd spotted, chairs available for use, keeping his gaze settled onto Buffy. "Want to head back home, instead?"

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"No, I'll be okay. I just need to sit--for a little while." With Peter's help, she's making her way to the chairs, only stumbling a little.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"You sure?" He's been dragged here to wach Dawn and now he's more concerned about Buffy. This is turning out to be a wonderful evening. Once Buffy's sitting he's only... moderately less concerned. "Let me get you some water- stay here, okay?"

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Staying." Especially since everything was dizzy.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Soon enough Peter was returning and he crouched down in front of her, holding out a bottle of water. "Drink this."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

She accepted the water, looking at it like it might bite before slowly unscrewing the cap. "I feel wobbly. And woobly, all at once."

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, beer does that sometimes." He sighed, tipping his head slightly and regarding her with.. a fair amount of worry. "Maybe we should get back."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Before trying to answer, she tried the water first, instantly feeling sick and not better in the slightest. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and tried to will her stomach to stay calm. Somehow, after a few minutes, it did. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter spent most of those few minutes precariously shifted out of the way so that if Buffy's stomach decided it was time to rebel, it wouldn't be all over him. Giving her another apprehensive look, Peter sighs, glancing around the party to try to look for Dawn before offering a hand to Buffy. "C'mon, let's get you home."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

She nodded, too exhausted to put up a fight anymore, and took his hand. Her free hand pressed into her eye, rubbing slightly, though that caused some of her water to slosh out. She frowned at it before taking another tentative sip. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to get drunk -- it just happened." Buffy blinked up at him as if he really might not forgive her.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"No, hey- Don't apologize. It's fine, happens to everyone." Peter gave her hand a squeeze, mostly feeling sorry for her that beer had to be the thing to ruin her night. Glancing around again for Dawn, he sighed, taking a tentative step. "Think you can walk?"

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Um," she said sheepishly, half-stumbling after him. "I think so? Where's Dawn? You do know where she is, right?"

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've been keeping an eye on her the whole time." Peter stopped in his tracks, still glancing around. He'd kept an eye on her until now. With a sigh, he turned back to stumbling-Buffy and thought it over before sighing, waving a thumb over his shoulder in the universal signal for 'piggy back rides. "Here, get on. It'll be easier."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Oh." She was blushing furiously, but she didn't hesitate before hopping on, carefully hanging off his neck, head tipped forward against his shoulder. Could she predict the future? "Peter, I think I had a vision about this."

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter hiked her up slightly, getting comfortable before standing upright carefully- he didn't really want to get puked on. Cracking a grin, he was off, oblivious to the other guests at the other party as he looked for Dawn. "I didn't know you could have visions."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, her stomach has settled, and she rubs her face against his shirt a little. It's soft. "Um, yeah. Not so much since I've been here. But -- it kind of comes with the Slayer deal. Cryptic scary, boom boom crash kind of dreams."

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Grimacing to himself, Peter concluded that he might just have to come back for Dawn. "Yeah, i've had those. They're kind that make you never want to sleep again."

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

"Those are the ones," she agreed, closing her eyes against the weird sensation of the scenery shifting while she stayed still. "I hope you don't get any of those while you're Slayer Peter. Definitely not of the fun."