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maskormenacelogs2015-08-11 01:53 am
theminotaur) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-08-11 01:53 am
{ 𝕒 } boomerang generation
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. }
WHERE: Casa Ludgate-Graham
WHEN: Afternoon to evening of Saturday, Aug 8
WHAT: Abigail's 19th (???) Birthday Party!
WARNINGS: Um, Baltimore tbh?
-
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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None of that. Just small dinners for me. Didn't even do anything this year.
[ Backing up, she'll find a chair to sit at so she can poke at her salad. She'll have take a break from signing with both hands occupied, but not everything has to be a lesson. ]
How are birthdays handled where you're from?
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Not because he doesn't know the words. How are birthdays handled.
We didn't know when it was a birthday, he explains. We guessed sometimes. For the younger ones. They got the ball to themselves for an hour.
That seems so foolish now. Grey's eyes flick away when he says it, like it's something he should be ashamed of. They'd had so little. And everything had been shared, and fought over, and it's not like that now. It's strange to look back on that, and feel guilty. He has so much now. The feeling is a complicated one, and he doesn't really know what to do with it. So he flexes his fingers and moves on, trying to shut the feeling down.
We never knew the date. Except for New Year. I don't know when my birthday is.
April - signified by pointing at her, this time - said I should pick one.
He lifts his eyes back to Mary now, wondering what she thinks of this. Whether it's allowed, or whether it's cheating. Does she approve? His expression seeks the answer to that question, even though it's not one that he signs. ]