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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo, Julia, Spike, Gwaine, Jet, and Max!
What: The castle opts to give the gang a shared dream experience of Thanksgivings "Past".
When: The Night Before Thanksgiving.
Notes: There will be three sections for the three different "times" they've supposedly had Thanksgiving together in their implied history past. These things aren't "happening"

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The One Where Jo gets her Revenge...

[huntersdaughter]

[Okay. Her hair looks ridiculous. Well, it looks ridiculous to her, but Julia seems convinced that this is the way to go.]

[itwas_raining]

[No, no, Julia's not done yet. Jo said she wanted to get revenge, right? Spike is an asshole, and assholes of that caliber only deserve the best revenge possible.

Just a little longer with the curling iron.]

Hold still.

[huntersdaughter]

[Her hand tugs to the bottom hem of this dumb skirt. She shaved her legs! Beyond her knees for this!]

I am being still. [No she's not.]

[itwas_raining]

[And she will look AWESOME. It's an important lesson you're learning today, Jo. Beauty takes sacrifice.]

No, you're not. [A quiet, huffy sigh.] You want revenge, don't you?

[huntersdaughter]

Yes. I want him to want me and then I'll reject him horribly. [That was the plan for revenge, right? Why does it sound so... ridiculous?]

[itwas_raining]

[Have faith in the master and you shall go far, young grasshopper.]

Then you have to hold still.

[Here comes the curling iron again.]

[huntersdaughter]

How many curls does my hair need?? [Seriously. This is ridiculous!]

Fine. I'll sit still. [Minimal squirming. Deal with it.]

[itwas_raining]

[Okay, fine, she'll deal. But it's only because you're her best friend. ... And this revenge will be something.]

I'm almost done.

[huntersdaughter]

Okay. [DEEP BREATH IN... and exhale.]

I still don't know why I have to wear this dress.

[itwas_raining]

[Hey. DO NOT insult the dress. That is one of her personal favorites, and the highest in fashion. You should feel lucky you're getting to wear it at all. :|]

When he sees you in this, he won't be able to take his eyes off of you.

[huntersdaughter]

Which is good, because then I can distract him and then embarrass him.

[itwas_raining]

Exactly.

[Yes, we already established this an hour ago. Now let her finish with the curling iron.]

[huntersdaughter]

[SITS VERY STILL, OKAY?]

[itwas_raining]

[That is the worst attempt at sitting still that she has ever seen in her life. Just saying.

But apparently, it's good enough, because a bit later, she finally powers the curling iron off and sets it down, looking wholly satisfied with her work.]

[huntersdaughter]

[EXHALES. Seriously, that took forever.]

All done? [She doesn't wait for an answer, she just looks at the mirror and she looks... so different. She laughs.]

Hey there, pretty lady. [Oh, Jo... don't do that.]

[itwas_raining]

[No, Jo. No no NO. Mental. facepalm.]

Not yet.

[Because you need coaching, sister :|]