V for Vendetta of the Sheeply Kind

[godsavemy]

WHO: Arthur, Dewi, Macbeth (Open to Anyone, Kirkland Clan Highly Encouraged~)
WHEN: THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER (Night!)
WHERE: Dearest Dewi's Dwelling
WHAT: Remember, remember the fifth of November - The Reginald replacing plot. I see much reason why Reginald's replacement should probably be forgot.

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Hope You Don't Mind...(o///o)

[island_maiden]

Seychelles trotted up the pathway to Dewi's house. They had been texting (even though not much had been said) since the night of their meeting. It hadn't been enough though. Seychelles wanted to see him again. Besides she had made some scones and what guy didn't love food? Right?

The door was open, which to any other person might indicate a break-in, but Seychelles was so excited she took no notice of it. It wasn't until she realized that the man standing before her wasn't Dewi that the panic set in.

"Ohmigosh!~ You aren't Dewi!~" she exclaimed, mentally hitting herself for not pausing for an explanation. "Who are you? Am I in the right house? I just came to see Dewi. Do you know him? And why are your eyebrows so big? You could tweeze them."

Best. First impression. Ever.

[not_whales]

Even from a outside, the air was laced with the delicious scent of a feast built for Thanksgiving (isn’t it just like the Americans to make a holiday entirely food oriented.) The air was stewed with the thick aroma of leek soup, bangers and mash, and cottage pie. His dark wooden table coated with a scarlet red tablecloth - for special occasions - and decorated with steaming, fresh out of the oven plates of classic British cuisine, (codswallop to anyone who believed the food was horrible!) some of which were recipes exclusively prepared for this night only. Christmas and Guy Fawkes Night were one of the few times where the Kirkland kin didn’t bicker or deliberately act like the other was a just another stranger in the crowd (mind you, it wasn’t common for Dewi to find out that one of the mysterious strangers was, in fact, another brother of his

[godsavemy]

Said eyebrow twitched in infuriation, and hands tightened their grip on the grass tray - only just keeping themselves from giving the loud little girl who had appeared out of thin air (perhaps she was related to the fae) a good bop on the head for such impertinent comments. Really, had she no regard for proper etiquette and discourse when bumping into someone? Judging by what happened, obviously not.

“I am most certainly not Dewi,” was spat out, Arthur’s slightly good mood thoroughly dashed against the rocks. He felt it was entirely unnecessary to mention his eyebrows - especially in such a ghastly manner. Such an uncouth girl - he disliked her instantly.

“Seychelles?” was heard over his shoulder. Turning to look at his older brother, clothed in a ridiculous apron with tiny TARDISes patterned into the fabric and obviously familiar with the girl. “Who is she?” Arthur growled out, irritated at the prospect of possibly spending time with this guest of Dewi’s.

[fearthekelpie]

"I didn't just bring parkin." Macbeth grumbled, though the thought of eating anything made by Arthur was mildly off putting, rubbing his hand before vaguely gesturing to the tubs sitting on the table that Arthur couldn't actually see. Tablet, treacle fudge, puff candy and the damn parkin all home made (and he only knew how to make the last one because Peter gave him the recipe a few years ago) as well some of the winter hard boiled sweets his mother had sent over. "Did you have to hit me that hard?" He asked, scowling at Dewi as he walked by.

Sighing, he reluctantly followed the Welshman to the hallway, rolling his eyes when he recognize the girl instantly.It seemed she knew everyone that he knew. Okay, so the list of people he knew outside of the family pretty much started and ended with Rode'ich but she knew John and Dewi as well and that had to count for something. Well, at least he wasn't the only one who had a poor first meeting with her.

[pride_of_kiwi]

Though to be fair, when considering 'poor first impressions' a certain family dinner and the subsequent meeting in a pub thereafter might come to mind in regards to a towering, laugh-track eternally switched on Kiwi. This was potentially the first night Macbeth would be seeing that 'other brother' while sober for there he was, tromping about in through the open door, a wiry silhouette whose boisterous chuckling was as loud and piercing as if the man had been howling with laughter. What had induced such revelry no one could guess- or really, felt the want to- but as he neared, drawing close enough to clap a hand on the first shoulder available to him-

Woe unto Beth-

He was instantaneously muted down, a bit more somber though still quite amicable enough, balancing a small dish with one hand and giving an affectionate pat with the other. "Ah, Macbeth, good t'see you, mate! And Arthur! Pleasure as always. Same to you, Dew- Chelles? Well blow me down, didn't expect to see you here, Miss. Some gathering, eh?"