Graveyard [Tuesday, Evening]

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Kate was so damn over this week, last week, and by that count, the best part of the past month.

On any normal day, she might go hit something, but she was miraculously all out of untapped violence and kind of achy. Besides, she’d celebrated this particular day exactly like that last year and variety was the (slightly depressing) spice of life.

Her nice and believable Bruce-supplied fake ID had got her as far as a couple of bottles of Boone’s Farm hard lemonade, and there was a perfectly servicable gravestone to prop herself up against while she raised a small toast to Voron.

No, it wasn’t her father’s grave, but this was about as close to having a drink with him as she was going to get these days, without taking a long trip back to Savannah. It would have to do.

[[ open... graveyard, should anyone else be likely to wander there on an evening. ]]

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Kennedy had meant to go home hours ago, but in a sleep-deprived moment of inattentiveness she'd booked the wrong portal and had time on her hands. What better way to spend it than patrolling through the graveyard, really? It was always interesting, anyway, experiencing Fandom through new-and-improved Slayer senses.

All her fancy weapons were at home, but it wasn't like there was ever much going on here anyway, so that was fine. She flipped her stake idly in her hand as she walked, but when she spotted a figure by one of the gravestones she started toward it.

"Kate." She nodded at her former student (the 'former' was key; she didn't have to be disapproving of the booze, and that was nice) in greeting. "Interesting place for a party."

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"Can't think why people don't go for it more often." Or wait, no, she could, and Kate shook her head. Even with her extra affinity for dead things, she didn't often pick here as a venue.

She eyed the stake a moment before her eyes slid back up to Kennedy's face. "Expecting someone?"

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"I generally tend to, these days," Kennedy confirmed. "'course, patrolling through here was always a letdown that way. Not to jinx it or anything."

She glanced down at the bottles. "But hey, as places to hang out go, there's worse, right?"

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Oh, was there ever. "I know a few places where the walls have a habit of trying to eat you," Kate offered. "It's one up on there." But where wasn't one up on there?

"You're free to join, me and... Jeffrey, here." He didn't seem to mind his grave being used as a party venue so far, and if he did even think of becoming any less dead to get revenge, that probably wouldn't go very well for him in given company.

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"Safe to say I haven't run into any of those yet, but I've heard stories about this frat house that got possessed by, like, a ghost orgy or something." Kennedy hadn't been paying particularly close attention to that story, though. She patted the top of the gravestone. "Sorry, Jeffrey. You're gonna have to share your space."

Perching on the top of an adjacent gravestone, Kennedy checked her watch-- yeah, plenty of time before her portal-- and asked, "So... any special occasion?"

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"Is a Deathiversary a thing?" If it wasn't, it should be. Anniversary of someone's death was just so long-winded. But that. That was her occasion.

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Even if they didn't make a deal out of it, there were several dates significant to the Scoobies for just that reason. Actually, Kennedy was a little surprised none of them had made up that word to the best of her knowledge. "Totally is, and I'm stealing that term, just so you know." She briefly considered offering condolences or something, but nah. That seemed so trite under the circumstances. Instead she asked, "Friend, or family, or...?"

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"Because I like you, I won't even try to charge royalties."

Kate mulled her question over, rather unnecessarily, before she answered. This was probably the only day a year she'd actually talk about anything like that. "And family," she answered after that moment. "My father... He would've hated this stuff." Possibly, that was part of her reasoning.

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"I'd have paid if you did," Kennedy said wryly, but laughed. "One of my favorite pastimes is deliberately doing things to annoy my dad. I knew I liked you."