home sweet swamp [open!]

[4thdimensional]

WHO: Dr. Brown, Mr. Gold, and literally anyone because Doc invited the whole town including total strangers
WHERE: Their new home just outside Heropa
WHEN: Saturday in late September
WHAT: Eating, socializing, and possibly avoiding socializing
WARNINGS: None anticipated, will update if needed


Welcome, one and all, to Doc and Gold's humble abode. Any visitors are likely greeted with an enthusiastic handshake from Doc and an invitation to explore the rather sparse common spaces. It's all rather nicely decorated, indicating that a man of refined taste lives here. Of course, there's also an inflatable flamingo wearing a flower necklace near the kitchen entrance, indicating that Dr. Emmett Brown also lives here.

The scent of well-seasoned meat wafts in from outdoors, inviting visitors to step outside. There's a spacious eating area in the backyard, protected by some hastily installed screens. There's a wide variety of light dishes already prepared: garden salad, potato salad, macaroni salad, jello salad, and a few vegetarian pasta dishes. And in a fenced-in area at the edge of the yard, two fluffy Samoyeds are watching and waiting with hopeful expressions.

Though whether they're watching the food or hoping to be let in the screen-roofed pool is anyone's guess.

Come in, bring your appetites and your swimming gear, and enjoy!

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Doc Brown - open

[4thdimensional]

This was entirely Doc's idea, and it shows. He's the loudest presence at the party, eagerly offering tours of the small house, opportunities to pet the dogs, and offering to make plates for others. He's especially protective of his pride and joy, the potato salad.

It's been so long since he's lived in a proper house, and he couldn't be more excited about it...but there's a reason, of course, and when he's not actively hosting he can most often be found at Gold's side, murmuring reassurances and sneaking a kiss or two.

Sometimes, life is great.

[drizzle]

Nike had arrived to the party a couple of hours late due to the thorough checks from the Porters that connect De Chima to Heropa. It doesn't help matters when all of Heropa are cautious over allowing Nike to freely travel into their city. They make absolute certain to keep closer tabs on her by giving her a nullifier to wear while escorting her to the place she intends to go. Which is all well and good, in her opinion, as she arrives to her destination faster without using public transport to do it.

The moment she arrives to the front steps she'll decide to knock at the door before doing anything else. Right now, she could feel the judgmental glares from the soldiers in the running vehicle, awaiting for her to get inside before deciding to leave the area.

All Nike had on her person was a bag filled with dog treats and a present for the new owners of their wonderful home. In which Nike was slowly observing and admiring the scenery outside of it.

[4thdimensional]

Doc's expression when he sees her is normally a sunny smile. That still appears, but he can't help the drift of his gaze to the vehicle behind her. He responds with an even larger smile over his shoulder at the soldiers, then immediately sweeps her inside, swinging around once the door closes to give her a huge hug.

"It's so good to see you, dear. But how long do they plan to keep that up?"

[drizzle]

It was a good thing Doc appeared and ushered her quickly into the house. She didn't want to give his neighbors any unwanted attention to their new house. As much as Nike understood the government's cautious nature, it is rather natural, as she is part of the government system back home, she didn't approve of it giving her friends any negative attention. With a weak smile, she'll say while clinging onto his hug,

"Who knows. Until I join their army or they forget about it. My other self....she really did ruin a lot of lives and parts of this particular city."

She knew it wasn't her fault. She wasn't to blame for any of it, and yet her tone sounded guilty all the same. It was hard to fully believe it wasn't her fault. There had to be some blame on her for it.

[4thdimensional]

"But she wasn't you...she was born under terrible circumstances as part of a massive disruptive project. Intended to hurt you and her. But it's over, and they really ought to move on."

Doc squeezed her shoulders gently as he ushered her toward the food, hoping to entice her with the sweet smells of home cooking. "You'll feel better when you're full. The salads were my work, Gold's done just about everything else."

Mr. Gold - Open

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Mr. Gold has used the kitchen (which he hates, because it's hideous) as an excuse to disappear from the back yard whenever he would like a little more air conditioning and a few less people. He goes in to replenish drinks or dishes as needed. Occasionally, the dogs will accompany him, needing a moment to cool off themselves. One can tell between the two because Christmas seems ready to play at all times (though she hasn't managed to knock him down yet), Kepler is the most patient in Gold's presence, keeping pace with him and even sitting and waiting if he gets too far ahead of the man with the cane.

The place is well-decorated considering a few last-minute purchases, some furniture that came with the place, and the mishmash of belongings Gold and Doc could bring with them from their separate abodes. If Gold cannot be found in the kitchen he's tidying somewhere that there's few people.

Out of doors, he tends to be as he is at most parties, with something to drink in hand and planted somewhere stationary, out of the way. He'll socialize, but tends to wait for people to come to him. Most of these people are Doc's friends and not his, after all. He also avoids the pool, at all costs.