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maskormenacelogs2018-09-28 10:18 am
killtime) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-09-28 10:18 am
I know you like it sweet, so you can have your cake.
WHO: Martyfam & open to CR!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls #10
WHEN: Backdated to September 19th
WHAT: It's the monthly family dinner/Archie's dang birthday!
WARNINGS: Will be updated as necessary.
It's the monthly get-together — and Andy is, to her credit, trying to make it as normal as fucking possible, given all the shit that's happened in the past several weeks. She does more than her usual schtick of sitting on the stoop smoking a cigarette and half-wishing the painfully domestic ritual would be over already. This is her family. Important words have been said. Feelings are out there. And she said she would try, so she's trying. She goes to the grocery store and buys actual groceries (not just a six-pack for her to hoard in the bathtub later). She rolls her sleeves up and cooks. She sends out brief text messages, reminding everyone that their asses better show up at the house. And internally, she tries not to dwell too hard on why it feels so important to do this — to make sure this happens and that all the usual suspects are present.
There are, however, two noticeable food items that were, in fact, not prepared by Andy. Both happen to be cakes. One was delivered by the robot that had, at one point, punched the absolute shit out of her. It's bakery quality to the finest detail, decorated tastefully like something out of a food magazine. In meticulous icing letters, this first cake reads: Congratulations on the resurrection of your dead guardian! Lovely. The second cake is less ostentatious, decorated in particularly nonthreatening frosting flowers. And that would be unremarkable entirely, except that the first cake had already annoyed Andy and resulted in her accosting the person who brought the second. Alas, poor Archie.
This eventually leads to the revelation that it's Archie's birthday. Which would also be fine. Except nobody in this damn house knows how to celebrate a birthday properly. Not Andy, for certain — she hasn't celebrated a birthday in a couple thousand years. Martin and Rex aren't much use either. Combined, they don't even stack up to one middle-aged man. The best Andy can manage is some last minute, store-bought balloons — some of which say "It's A Boy!" because the store ran out of "Happy Birthday" ones. The rest will have to be left up to the capable hands of Cassandra Igarashi.
All in all? Just the normal chaos of the monthly family dinner.
WHERE: Maurtia Falls #10
WHEN: Backdated to September 19th
WHAT: It's the monthly family dinner/Archie's dang birthday!
WARNINGS: Will be updated as necessary.
It's the monthly get-together — and Andy is, to her credit, trying to make it as normal as fucking possible, given all the shit that's happened in the past several weeks. She does more than her usual schtick of sitting on the stoop smoking a cigarette and half-wishing the painfully domestic ritual would be over already. This is her family. Important words have been said. Feelings are out there. And she said she would try, so she's trying. She goes to the grocery store and buys actual groceries (not just a six-pack for her to hoard in the bathtub later). She rolls her sleeves up and cooks. She sends out brief text messages, reminding everyone that their asses better show up at the house. And internally, she tries not to dwell too hard on why it feels so important to do this — to make sure this happens and that all the usual suspects are present.
There are, however, two noticeable food items that were, in fact, not prepared by Andy. Both happen to be cakes. One was delivered by the robot that had, at one point, punched the absolute shit out of her. It's bakery quality to the finest detail, decorated tastefully like something out of a food magazine. In meticulous icing letters, this first cake reads: Congratulations on the resurrection of your dead guardian! Lovely. The second cake is less ostentatious, decorated in particularly nonthreatening frosting flowers. And that would be unremarkable entirely, except that the first cake had already annoyed Andy and resulted in her accosting the person who brought the second. Alas, poor Archie.
This eventually leads to the revelation that it's Archie's birthday. Which would also be fine. Except nobody in this damn house knows how to celebrate a birthday properly. Not Andy, for certain — she hasn't celebrated a birthday in a couple thousand years. Martin and Rex aren't much use either. Combined, they don't even stack up to one middle-aged man. The best Andy can manage is some last minute, store-bought balloons — some of which say "It's A Boy!" because the store ran out of "Happy Birthday" ones. The rest will have to be left up to the capable hands of Cassandra Igarashi.
All in all? Just the normal chaos of the monthly family dinner.
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