Steven Grant / Marc Spector (Fandom High)

As the message had said, come Saturday morning it was time for those interested in the rescue mission to gather around the Hermit Shack and prepare. ( And listen to an awesome speech )

[Open to rescuers or those who'd like to observe. Everything that happens outside of the House is okay for broadcast, inside NFB please.]

The House had so many wonderful guests inside. So many different fears and anxieties and traumas. Why the House could just eat them up!

It wouldn't, of course. Well, not entirely. You couldn't actually eat your guests because, well, then they weren't guests anymore, were they? They'd be gone. Then you'd have to find new ones.

Not that the House wouldn't mind finding new ones! That was the thing about having infinite space inside of you. There was always room for more.

Provided they were the right kind of more. The House was keeping an eye out, so to speak. There hadn't been anybody tapping on its barrier since the last time but you could never been too careful.

Still. Surely no harm in being open to more guests, right?

[Open. Post and comments NFB please.]

After a day spent preparing, decorating, and safely putting Raphael over in Marc and Steven's flat, the party was ready. Blue and white streamers were hung up along the walls, along with a banner reading "HAPPY HANUKKAH" hanging over the door to the balcony so it could be seen as soon as people came in to the flat.

There was music playing. A selection that, as one might guess, Steven had put together to help set the mood. And, he hoped, to show that there was more to Hanukkah music than one well known and slightly meta breaking novelty song.

The dining room was set up as the main area for the food, and there was a lot of it. There was plastic cutlery as well as plenty of paper plates, bowls, and napkins with images on them from menorahs, to dreidels, to a cheerfully smiling sufganiyah which is possibly the cutest thing anyone has ever seen but don’t take our word for it just look at the picture omg.

Drinks and cups were set up in the kitchen. There was a moddable selection of good wines as well as also moddable non-alcoholic drinks including grape juice and sodas. Next to each bottle of wine was a card in Llewellyn's handwriting suggesting which of the food offerings the wine paired best with (those who'd seen his handwriting before would hopefully appreciate how much care he took to make them legible). It was possible that Steven found this to be the one of the most endearing things Llewellyn had ever done, but then again it was early in their relationship so the record could very well be broken at some point.

The living room was set up for mingling, with some of the dining room chairs from Marc and Steven's flat brought over to provide extra places to sit. A table was set up by the closed bedroom door with plenty of dreidels and gelt for anyone who wanted to play. And, of course, the balcony was available if anyone needed fresh air.

The door to the flat was open. Steven and Llewellyn were there. All that was needed were the guests!

[Threads are up! As the posters around town say, all adults are invited, so feel free to come on in! Enjoy!]

The day had been spent with errands. Mostly Marc's as he finally got around to responding to various messages from friends and even dropping off a gift.

But the bachelor party was that night and Marc was going to have most of the day to himself on Saturday. Which meant if Steven was going to be ready in time to leave for Portugal on Sunday Steven probably needed to start packing now.

Granted at the moment "packing" involved a suitcase which contained two sets of clothing for Marc just in case, easily packed since it wasn't as though Marc ever treated his possessions as things that would ever stay in one place for long, a few books Steven had meant to get around to reading.... and not much else.

He was working on deciding, all right? At least he had the suggestions from Liz to help.

[for thems who knows who they are]

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