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WHO: Residents of Casa Ludgate-Graham & invited guests!
WHERE: Casa Ludgate-Graham
WHEN: Afternoon to evening of Saturday, Aug 8
WHAT: Abigail's 19th (???) Birthday Party!
WARNINGS: Um, Baltimore tbh?

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While technically Abigail is unsure of how old she is -- there are too many missing months between Baltimore and Heropa and more between Heropa and Heropa -- nineteen is close enough and probably makes up for those missing months. Maybe.

But like Jeff said, it's foolproof.

She huffs and puffs about no party, but then Will made that face and she begrudgingly gave in so long as it was just a cook out and there were no streamers or balloons. Which is why the backyard is decked out with fairy lights and Chinese lanterns and a piñata in the shape of a llama, which she is not complaining about, and another in the shape of a bumblebee, which she vaguely protests because bees are good!

Cheeseburgers and hot dogs and chicken and other assorted barbecued meats are on the grill, there are bowls of macaroni salad, potato salad, pasta salad, regular salad, and a truly ridiculous amount of grilled veggies on the table out back. There are coolers full of soda and probably beer, tbh. The other alcohol is inside so the youths won't get it, presumably. At least that's what they're going with. Somewhere in the kitchen is a cake with candles.

Also there are dogs. And raccoons, both adult and funsize. And an impossibly fluffy cat who thinks she's a raccoon by now. But that seems to be the norm at the Ludgate-Graham home.

{ ooc: party post style, y'all. make a top level, tag around, be merry. make shit up on the menu. go cray. }

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[ Grey is probably the only one at this party who isn't trying to get into the alcohol. He leaves that for everyone else, and contents himself with Will's barbecue food and enjoying a house full of people.

Actually, this house is getting to the stage where it's almost always full of people, even without others being invited over. Grey loves that. Thanks to his first couple of days here, he has a persistent fear of an empty house. He never likes to hear it silent. Waking up to the sound of water running, footsteps moving, people talking or calling to each other, animals scrabbling around the place - that's what makes this feel like home.

Speaking of the animals, Grey is looking after an energetic raccoon that spends its time either dancing across his shoulders, or scrabbling through his hair. He doesn't seem to mind either way, and happily shares his food with it. By nature he is quiet - not only because he doesn't speak, but because he makes so little noise when he moves - but everything about his body language is relaxed.

There is also literal language on his body. Most people here will know him well enough that the tattoos covering his arms and chest will be familiar. When he does stop to talk to people, fresh words appear on his undecorated skin. He seems happy enough to spend the afternoon like that. When the food is done, he'll settle beside some of the rosebushes with the raccoon in his lap. This is a good day. ]

[Jeff's come from life where living alone and having no friends was sort of the norm until he was forcefully shoved into a scenario of constant studying and best friends and whatever other crap the company of actual people brought. In fact, after five or six years of always having someone to turn to, he'd found his first few months in this world to be a little too solitary.

There's no such concerns of loneliness now, at least, not with a full house and a family environment, but Jeff's still trying to adjust to actually having to meet new people and not be a total dick to them right off the bat. He's got to know everyone in the household, whether it be via a simple 'hello' or in-depth discussions about inane shit (blame Will), but he hasn't always had the time between work, filming and meeting hot chicks to really actually talk to some.

What a fine opportunity this party has presented!]

You plant those yourself?

[Jeff just strolling up, a full glass of scotch dangling from one arm as he eyes up the rose bushes like he's actually interested. (He's not.)]

[ Grey is aware of someone approaching even before Jeff talks. He doesn't react, though, assuming it's one of the guests. When a familiar voice cuts through he looks up, startled, and then with an uncertain little smile, he shakes his head.

He nods in Will's direction, and shrugs. Will Graham taught him everything he knows about gardening. In point of fact, Will Graham has taught him most things he knows about anything in this world. ]

i'm learning

[ The words appear on his cheek and then fade again. He's pleased with the flowers, but he can't take credit for them. ]

hello jeff

[The tattoo thing is a little odd but it's not the strangest thing he's witnessed since coming to this world. In fact, Jeff been able to adapt to a whole lot of weird shit, especially thanks to a certain adaptive power. Hooray for powers allowing him to not give a shit.]

Hey to you too.

[Trust Jeff to zone in on the fact that Grey has no alcohol nearby, and almost immediately ask:]

You need a drink?

[ Grey used to answer yes to that, and then be alarmed when he was given alcohol. Now, he knows better. ]

i don't

[ Say the words on his cheek. Then he shrugs, and holds up his arm. There are lots of tattoos here, but none of them move, and none of them disappear. He shows Jeff one of them - 'Trouble'. That's his opinion of alcohol, in general. Actually, that's his opinion of all drugs, in general.

He points to Jeff, though. Do you want some? He'll come with you, if you like. ]

[The interpreting may get easier in time, or with Will's level of understanding in all things ever, but for now Jeff's left squinting thoughtfully towards the printed 'trouble' and the gesture towards him. While he may not be a master translator, he does have quite a talent for reading facial and body language thanks to his court work.]

I'm good. I should probably slow it down. While I'm sure Abigail would see the funny side of my getting so drunk I run naked through the garden and throw up on the barbecue, I'd kinda prefer to leave this party somewhat incident free.

[It sounds like he has waaaay too much experience with drunken escapades, but this is the guy who's literally always got a glass of scotch somewhere nearby in the house.]

[ And, that’s why alcohol is trouble. Grey looks amused, though. It’s hard to imagine Will doing anything of that nature, and Grey’s understanding is that Jeff is a great friend of his. He gets up, turning away from the bushes and turning his focus on Jeff. Grey is a generally quiet person; it’s not just that he’s mute. Even his movements make barely any sound. ]

dont throw up

[ The words on his skin appear as close to Jeff’s eyeline as possible. Grey knows that talking to him isn’t easy, especially for people who don’t know him well. ]

if you’re drunk
you wont be able to play .

[ He nods towards the piñatas at this, since he’s fully expecting everyone to get involved in that. ]

[Sometimes the best of friends tend to be opposites, and while Jeff and Will aren't quite opposite, they certainly don't share many traits. Grey will learn that soon enough while living around Winger, even if he does tend to behave himself around the house for the most part.]

Oh crap, can't miss the opportunity to violently hit something with a bat.

[Such an exciting concept!!]

Y'know, I don't think I've got to hit a piñata since I was a kid. Isn't Abigail a little old for that?

[ Grey glances quickly at him, suddenly alarmed. He didn't know those things were connected to age. To youth. That's on the long list of things he doesn't know about this world, and he's aware enough of that list to despise looking stupid because of it. It's a bad thing to reveal his ignorance. He knows that. ]

shes not used to birthdays

[ That much seems safe enough to say. Abigail is as new to all this as Grey is, though for very different reasons. ]

she might want to try

is that bad ?

I'm guessing she missed out on a lot of childhood.

[He won't judge. Jeff so rarely ever judges, especially when it comes to personal crap like this. If a girl wants to beat paper animals with a bat, then let her, he'll even be right there with the rest of them batting for candy.]

Whatever. Being mature is totally overrated anyway.

[ Grey eyes Jeff. He’s probably right. Abigail probably didn’t have what most people here would consider a normal childhood. But then neither did Thomas, and neither did Grey. So he ends up lifting his shoulders, a non-committal little shrug. ]

whats normal

[ Because he certainly doesn’t know. His hand brushes along Will’s flowers, picking up pollen along the way. His cheek keeps doing the talking. ]

what makes it mature ? what would you do ?

What would I do?

[A pause to think on that, swigging down scotch as he does.]

Well, I probably wouldn't be having a party. But if I were? I dunno. Fuck loads of alcohol and strippers.

[He is the best example for a mature adult. Follow his lead, kids.]

[ Alcohol and strippers.

Well, now he knows what to get Jeff for Christmas. He nods, amused despite his thought that Abigail would approve of none of that. ]

next time strippers

i promise

[Good boy, Grey. Alcohol will always keep Jeff happy and on your side.]

Okay, good. Strippers improve everything. [Said with such certainty that it can't be argued, surely.]

You had a birthday here yet, or do we have that to look forward to?

[ Grey shakes his head. Everyone keeps telling him he needs to have one, but he's gone a fairly long time without the need for one. He doesn't really get it.

Although, today is nice. He does like this. He likes all the people. ]

i dont know when it is

april said to pick one .

Definitely pick one! It's the greatest excuse to have a day of attention and presents and parties. You can drink literally the whole day without being judged.

[At least, that's Jeff's perfect day but...]

I mean, you can do what you want for it. Maybe something like this. Or you go eat out with some friends and/or family. Or maybe you go on a roadtrip or cheap ass holiday. Or down to the beach. Options are endless. It'd be your day to choose what you wanna do.

[ Grey makes a face at the thought of that amount of alcohol. ]

i dont drink

[ He advises quickly. He doesn't like the effect it has, unlike what probably amounts to every other teen in this place.

The rest, though... ]

people could come

but not a trip . unless we all go
i wouldnt go alone

[Jeff would lecture about the joys of alcohol, especially in one's teens, but he isn't entirely ignorant to why some may resist. It's best not to push.]

A family outing? That'd be a shit show. Can you imagine this lot all travelling together?

[Jeff's done group winnebago travelling; he wasn't a fan. And he can't imagine the addition of raccoons and doges would improve it too much.]

[ Either Grey misses the sarcasm or he disagrees with it. Either way, his nod is keen and eager, and even shows hints of a smile. ]

i want to see places

[ Lots of places. He has, after all, never seen many places at all. ]

Well. I guess now is the time. I'd barely been outside Colorado before this place. [Not that he seems to mind being untravelled. Jeff stuck in his home state out of comfort, not because of restrictions. He prefers the familiarity of home when he can get it.]

Why don't you arrange something? Pick a place or places you wanna go, invite a bunch of people and enjoy yourself.

[ Grey looks up at him, startled. Grey should make arrangements, choose places? Such a thing has never been suggested to him before. He is not the one who chooses. He goes where he's told. Doesn't Jeff know that? ]

i dont know where to go

[ He could ask Thomas, maybe? That would be better. He nods. ]

i will find out .

[Free will, bro! It exists.]

Yeah. And don't ask me because my knowledge of this world's geography is seriously lacking. [Which actually means he's never been there so can't offer advice, BUT HE'LL BLAME IT ON THE GEOGRAPHY.]

I guess there's always Vegas.

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