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hap birth
Who: America and OPEN; threadhopping encouraged
When: Juril 4
Where: America and England's cottage in Haven
What: It's America's birthday, and that means a party! He's cooking out in his backyard and anyone who wants can come by! Bring gifts/food/food gifts.
Warnings: none
[America's found an impressive amount of red, white, and blue items for a place that has no idea what the United States is. Sure, they're not flag decorations, but the colors are right, and he's got plenty of food, and America isn't going to let anything get him down today! He's made something of a grill, since you can't just not have a cookout, so there's plenty of hot dogs and hamburgers. There's also plenty of cake, because America made himself a huge one. There's also ice cream, though that's inside, because it's hot out here (for today).
Anyone who happens to check out what's going on gets waved over.]
Hey! You want food? It's my birthday, you know! [As if anyone could have missed that.]
When: Juril 4
Where: America and England's cottage in Haven
What: It's America's birthday, and that means a party! He's cooking out in his backyard and anyone who wants can come by! Bring gifts/food/food gifts.
Warnings: none
[America's found an impressive amount of red, white, and blue items for a place that has no idea what the United States is. Sure, they're not flag decorations, but the colors are right, and he's got plenty of food, and America isn't going to let anything get him down today! He's made something of a grill, since you can't just not have a cookout, so there's plenty of hot dogs and hamburgers. There's also plenty of cake, because America made himself a huge one. There's also ice cream, though that's inside, because it's hot out here (for today).
Anyone who happens to check out what's going on gets waved over.]
Hey! You want food? It's my birthday, you know! [As if anyone could have missed that.]
England | Fae | OTA
[England's presence around the party is best described as "lurking." He's usually sitting or standing in some obscure corner, away from the action, just watching everyone with sullen eyes. Really, at times he looks like he doesn't want to be here at all, but still he lingers, occasionally sipping something from a glass. Sometimes it's a teacup and it's obviously tea. Sometimes it's a clear glass and the contents are less obvious, meaning it's probably alcohol.
He never seems to visibly partake of the food. What a wet blanket!]
2♔ keeper of the kitchen
[However, sometimes he gets sick of the heat and sunshine, and so he can be found inside. He mulls around in the kitchen, making tea or tidying up or just awkwardly milling.
A: If he's making tea, he spares a measured glance and offers:] I can prepare another cup if you'd like one.
[B: Or, should someone decide to help themselves to the supply of ice cream America has stocked, they'll find England watching them like a hawk. His gaze is a wary one, like he's just waiting for someone to steal or break something.]
2A
She's over six feet tall and very lizardy, and moves very carefully and with her long neck low, not wanting to break anything. A bladed alien like her seems much bigger inside than outside.
Her voice is deep and a little hoarse.]
A cup of... what is it? It smells good.
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Though he does give his own teacup a look of consideration after a moment of taking in her face, wondering if the shape of it might make using a cup difficult.] It's tea. This is a black tea blend, but I've got other varieties if you'd like to peruse.
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[To someone who eats mostly bark - she smells like pine sap just now, even - it's hard to find something too bitter, astringent, or strong-tasting.]
What is tea? I've read mentions only.
the lone wanderer "lex" | chimera | ota
[ This is the first birthday that Lex has celebrated in a while. It's definitely the first birthday that she's celebrated in Geargadas, and she's a bit nervous about what might be different. Meat, luckily, seems to be universal. While Lex has never had a hamburger or a hot dog before, she can be seen eating both - and giving them to Dogmeat after he patiently waits for one.
When she has a second with America, she tugs a stars and strips bandana out of her pocket to offer him. It's been cleaned up a little, but it's undoubtedly old. ] It's from home, [ she tells him, fidgeting slightly. ] From before the war.
2. guns
[
because nothing is more American than thisLex had promised to bring the guns that she has with her over for America to shoot. She's brought a few targets made out of scrapped wood with her and takes her time setting them up out of the way. When someone shoots, she wants to be sure it's not going to go too off track and accidentally injure someone else.
Once the targets are set up, Lex can be found looking over her weapons, performing some idle maintenance. Dogmeat is curled up nearby, head resting on his paws. ]
1
[He really does seem genuinely excited about this. Nations are kind of dumb about symbols.]
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You're welcome. I hoped you'd like it, with your name and the theme and all. [ Since, haha, she was too sick when they first met to know that he is, in fact, a Nation. ] Just be careful if you need to wash it; it's pretty old.
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[Sadly, he can't wear it anymore, because he would have to cut holes for wings, and he refuses to.]
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[ It is, clearly, to America - but Lex wants to know. She likes the history of her friends, knowing more about them. ]
But I really am glad you like the bandanna.
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She recognizes Lex from around the city and it's uncomfortable being at the same party, especially with the human being the one with the weapons. Toby stands some distance away, upright and braced on her tail, considering her options.]
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Lex can feel the eyes on her and grimaces slightly, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn mark on one of the guns. She has no idea what to do about it. It hasn't attacked her, and it isn't like she isn't turning into a monster herself. Even the gaze on her feels slightly different than that of an actual Deathclaw; much less predatory.
Dogmeat doesn't seem to mind, though. He stands, padding a bit closer to sniff the air around Toby. ]
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Toby considers the dog, and then sinks to her haunches in a slightly awkward imitation of a pose she's seen humans take when trying to beckon their pets closer, extending a hand palm up, so her wrist blade is pointed down and away.]
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Friend? ]
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Also she has no idea what to do at this point. Reaching for the dog could probably be misread. Tail motion like this is probably good, from what she's observed? It's good in the books she's read mentioning interaction with dogs. Her tail is curled on the ground helping to support her crouching, she tries ponderously waggling the end of it, with its heavy curved blades and the watch strapped between them.]
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The bark makes Lex look up and over- but Dogmeat seems pleased. There's a faint narrowing of her eyes, but it's definitely the look of someone trying to figure out what's going on, not someone ready to shoot. ]
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She looks up at the dog's owner. It's hard to read Toby's face, which just isn't as expressive as a human's, but she tilts her head at the dog like Well?]
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He likes being scratched right behind the ears, [ she offers after a moment. Even if she's still uncertain, Dogmeat isn't. That should be a sign - and if nothing else, she's going to try and make sure her dog gets the best experience possible. ]
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[Toby turns her eyes back to the dog, because her claws are large and sharp enough to help her climb trees and she should mind them around creatures less sanguine about minor lacerations than Hork-Bajir are. The leaning in makes this more tricky, but she can kind of infiltrate her claws and fingertips into the animal's hair.]
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He'll never leave you alone, now.
ritsu sakuma ★ puca ★ ota
[ There's a lot of cake.
Among them is definitely one that looks particularly out of place - and Ritsu looks pretty pleased by it too, hovering his hand by the tentacles every so often to watch them curl up towards him. The eyes blink every so often while they're at it, sometimes feeling like they're following those close enough to the food. For the record, he's on the side with less people - he's in a loose blouse with two buttons done up, and in a pale grey skirt that sweeps the ground.
If anyone looks at the cake too long, Ritsu's ears'll perk up and he'll raise a knife, waving it slightly. ]
Want a piece~? It's super, suuuuuper tasty. Promise.
「ii. bouncing around」
[ When he's not trying to convince people to try his totally-safe-to-eat cake (and it is! it's just enchanted by his good friend Yako Katsuragi to move; it's actually just as delicious as he says it is), Ritsu's sticking to the outskirts of the party, probably nursing some water. He'd prefer soda, but he still isn't sure where to find that, and if it'd even be the same as what he's used to...
He seems relaxed physically, but his eyes - right red, left gold - keep careful watch of everyone, and his ears stay slightly up and alert. ]
i
Those aren't real eyes, right...?
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[ Ritsu picks one of the eyes off and pops it into his mouth, licking frosting from his fingers. ]
...Too sweet to be real, so nah, probably not.
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