Happy Holidays from the Sawyer-Collins-Clemmons household!

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Hello everyone. I'm Dr. David Sawyer and this is my fiance, Bryan Collins, who would probably kill me if I didn't mention his television show, "Sing," which you should all definitely watch. It airs... sometime. On a channel. I should know those things.



Contrary to what the picture above suggests, we live in sunny Los Angeles, and you are ALL invited to our house for a Holiday party! Bryan has everything set up - the food is catered, the drinks are free, and everyone is welcome.

There are just a few house rules.

1. Be careful of the turkeys in the backyard. They do bite.

2. This is the bed I share with my fiance:



Please DO NOT have sex in or on or NEAR it. There's a guest house with multiple guest rooms for that.

(If you're interested in seeing more of the house, here are some pictures.)

And that's all there is to it. If you have any questions, Shania or I will be happy to answer them. If you're interested in seeing more of Los Angeles and less of our party (or if you're one of those people who isn't comfortable going to a party being hosted by strangers), there will be a thread for Shania to give you touristy advice.

This party will run for the entire span of the week, though it's all really in one night. We might post some activities day to day for people who enjoy a bit of direction, but this is mostly a place for everyone to come together and mingle. Get to know people you've never met, enjoy your friends and family. Eat, drink, and be merry... and please don't trash my house!




PARTY'S OVER!

Linger a bit if you like, but the festivities are done.

David and Shania are: cleaning up the mess. Party's over, folks.

Comments

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Would it be impolite to ask where you are from?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Oh! I've... had some encounters with aliens before, actually. But they weren't nice like you. I thought that you might be a mutant, or something like that, but it didn't seem polite to ask. I know some people who are mutants, and I have a friend who turns green sometimes, so... you don't actually look that unusual to me.

*blinks, focusing on something she said*

Wait... you're not from this time?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

You're... wow, Gaila.

I'm... not from this time either. And you're the first person I've met who might understand that.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head, swallowing around a lump in his throat*

I was a soldier in the war. The second World War, I mean. And then, I was frozen, and by the time they found and revived me, everyone I knew was dead. Including my girl, Peggy.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*smiles gratefully*

Thank you, Gaila. I appreciate that. It gets easier... or, it's starting to.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*blushes a bit at the familiarity of the touch, but doesn't pull away*

Well, I think I've already made a new friend.

*looks hopeful*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Oh, gosh, I've...

*turns red*

I'm afraid I don't actually know how to dance.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*looks excited*

Would you really?

*takes her hand gently*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*blushes again as she steps close*

Follow. Okay. I can do that.

*looks down at her feet, following carefully, moving a bit woodenly*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*takes a deep breath, trying to relax*

This... isn't so bad, actually.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I was just nervous about it, I guess.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*grins as he lets his hand rest on her waist again, after her twirl*

You're making me feel very at ease.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

((On an OOC note, can Beth maybe come plaaaaay?))