Happy Holidays from the Sawyer-Collins-Clemmons household!

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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

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What you did?

- Don

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*laughs* It doesn't work that way.

I've already decided that I love you. It's not really a choice.

- Don

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Are you trying to tell me that you're a horrible person?

I won't believe you.

- Don

((I need to go to bed. Good night. <3))

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Back up... when you escaped a slave trader?

*holds her tighter*

- Don

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((She did... I wasn't clear enough with what he was asking.))

I remember when you told me before... what I meant is - tell me what happened after you escaped? This thing that you think means I won't love you anymore?

Because if you asked anyone who knows me, they'd probably call me an unlovable asshole and tell you every bad thing I've ever done.

- Don

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*nods, tightening his hold on her* I'm not going to lie to you. I can see why those things make you feel like you're a bad person. But I don't agree at all.

You did what you had to do to survive. Staying to help the others would have most likely gotten you killed, and maybe one day, when you're back on your ship, you'll be able to go back and help them from a much better position than you were in at the time.

And you played to your strengths because it was all you knew, and you had to do whatever you could, again, to survive. But what you've done since... the academy, the work you do... that's something to be proud of.

I don't love you any less.

- Don

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What are these blockers? How does that work, I mean?

- Don

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*takes a deep breath* Is there a reason why I couldn't go with you?

- Don

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Come on, G. You know I don't really have friends. And I barely speak to my family.

You mean more to me than my job. What else is left?

- Don