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alittlehinky) wrote2019-07-03 09:29 pm
alittlehinky) wrote2019-07-03 09:29 pm
Happy Birthday//Welcome Home!
The garden is flourishing, a riot of blooms at one end, plants heavy with fruit at the other. The chickens are in place, over two dozen of them in an oversized coop at one end of the property. The barn is unfinished, but the moonshining shed is massive, shiny and new, with locks on the doors and storm shutters on the windows, in case of another winter like the last.
The house is not huge, a sturdy two-bedroom place built with thick stone walls. It contains single floor for living, a small attic, and a deep split-level cellar. The furniture has been moved in; it's all secondhand but repaired and refinished.
By Cricket's own standards, the place is practically a palace. He never dreamed he would own so much land--granted, this is the Nexus so the topography and acreage may fluctuate, his claim may be challenged legally, whatever--it belongs to him right now, he bought it with money he earned, and he's got the living space upon it arranged to his liking.
It's sunset, and there are fairy lights strung up on the porch and in the yard, tables with food and moonshine set out, and beneath the treeline off to the right of the house there are fireflies flickering. There's a radio playing music, and lots of blankets spread on the grass for sitting or watching the stars. It's meant to be a low-key affair, but enough people wanted to see Cricket's place he felt like a party was the right idea. A small one. A quiet one.
(This is the Nexus, and there are Lokis. There is always a chance small and quiet may not stay small and quiet.)
The cake, in case anyone wants to know, is vanilla with blackberry filling. There's no writing on it, but it's the centerpiece of the food table. Cricket's not in the habit of demanding attention on his birthday, but...blackberry cake.
[[ETA: Please feel free to assume if your character knows Cricket they were invited via text or face-to-face discussion. If your character doesn't know Cricket personally but you want them to drop in, feel free to PM me and we'll figure out a reason to get them there.]
The house is not huge, a sturdy two-bedroom place built with thick stone walls. It contains single floor for living, a small attic, and a deep split-level cellar. The furniture has been moved in; it's all secondhand but repaired and refinished.
By Cricket's own standards, the place is practically a palace. He never dreamed he would own so much land--granted, this is the Nexus so the topography and acreage may fluctuate, his claim may be challenged legally, whatever--it belongs to him right now, he bought it with money he earned, and he's got the living space upon it arranged to his liking.
It's sunset, and there are fairy lights strung up on the porch and in the yard, tables with food and moonshine set out, and beneath the treeline off to the right of the house there are fireflies flickering. There's a radio playing music, and lots of blankets spread on the grass for sitting or watching the stars. It's meant to be a low-key affair, but enough people wanted to see Cricket's place he felt like a party was the right idea. A small one. A quiet one.
(This is the Nexus, and there are Lokis. There is always a chance small and quiet may not stay small and quiet.)
The cake, in case anyone wants to know, is vanilla with blackberry filling. There's no writing on it, but it's the centerpiece of the food table. Cricket's not in the habit of demanding attention on his birthday, but...blackberry cake.
[[ETA: Please feel free to assume if your character knows Cricket they were invited via text or face-to-face discussion. If your character doesn't know Cricket personally but you want them to drop in, feel free to PM me and we'll figure out a reason to get them there.]
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The smile persists through Cricket’s accounting of previously-named plants. Just because it’s a little silly doesn’t mean it’s not endearing. “Did the other sunflowers get names, or just the one?”
There are enough engraved doves in Matt’s life that he hasn’t forgotten their shape, and he can see why the flower might remind Cricket of a bird. “Well whatever you pick, let me know,” he says with a chuckle.
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He sets the lily down on an empty space on the table and taps the edges of the trays. "I'll cut you a slice of cake whenever you want some, it's on the other table, but here--" clinkclink "is the fruit plate, and it's got blueberries in the center, strawberries at twelve o'clock, cantaloupe at three, grapes at six, and apples at nine."
"Over here--" clinktap "is the veggie tray, and there's carrots and celery mixed all up the left side, pickles and olives in the middle, and broccoli and cherry tomatoes on the right. There's hummus and pita chips about two steps to your right, too. And Forrest brought fried chicken and rolls, so I can fetch you any of that you might want."
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The food reminds him a little of church potlucks, instantly putting him at ease with the setting, if he hadn't been already. It's also quite a bit healthier than his usual takeout, minus the fried chicken of course. "All of that sounds pretty good," he says honestly. Truth be told, now that he's familiarizing himself with the layout, he probably wouldn't have much trouble putting together a plate for himself. But Matt's pride easily allows him to let others help, so he doesn't hesitate to take his friend up on the offer, though he'll serve up his own fruits and veggies. "I could do with a little bit of everything. Have you eaten yet?" Wouldn't do to chow down when the birthday boy hasn't had any dinner yet, in his opinion.