Who: Fred, Harmony and YOU
What: Thanksgiving at Hyperion Tower
When: Thanksgiving Day
Where: The Tower
Rating: PG (Set up as 'action' log but if prose is preferred just note in header and I will tag accordingly)

[It isn't nearly as last minute as the year before, when a thought in the middle of the might pulled Fred from her sleep for an impulsive celebration for the holiday. Then, luckily, Harmony had been completely supportive of the plan. And even ensured that at some point she shed her pajamas and put on 'real' clothes. Even more 'real' than her usual ones, apparently.

But it seemed a shame not to have everyone over again this year, even if that word? Everyone? Has been drastically changed. There's still plenty of things to be thankful for. And now? Even more time to cook. Despite Elektra and Wesley's promises to help, Fred still disappeared pretty early Tuesday morning. There were things to be done, after all. And so much to cook.

Things had been vaguely overwhelming lately. Nothing specific really. The village remained quiet, the recent losses seemed to have slowed and there weren't any demons scaling the walls of the castle. But Fred still seemed to be mastering the art of feeling out of sorts.

Yes, there'd been a recent loss to contend with and Lilah's subsequent hospitalization, something that still felt vaguely unresolved. Peter's wedding loomed and Damon's arrival had kicked up more than a bit of dust. All together it just made Fred feel ... heavier. Like she was wearing an extra layer of clothing she didn't remember putting on in the morning.

So really, what was there for it?

"...tide slide."

She'd muttered the phrase under her breath, remembering the first time she had encountered one her freshman year of college. With finals looming, everyone seemed just a little not themselves. By one in the morning the entire length of hallway in her dorm was soaking wet and slick with laundry detergent, and filled with the shrieks and creams of the girls that slid down it. Fred woke the next day with a half dozen new bruises and more energy than she knew what to do with.

And here was one of the things she loved most about Harmony. Fred didn't even have to share that sort with her friend. It just took announcing that it was something she wanted to do, and her roommate was all in -- as enthusiastic about it as she was everything else she committed herself to.

While Harmony made the announcements, Fred went down to the ballroom to see about setting up.