hap birth

[fifty]

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.]

Comments

England | Fae | OTA

[keepscalm]

1♔ wallflowering

[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

[horkbajir]

[From what Toby can tell it's a social error to enter a building claimed by someone else, but also, people are coming and going from this one to get ice cream, so it's probably okay to investigate and see how it's set up. Her people don't live like this at all, and it's interesting how like and not like magazines and witch classes it is.

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.

[keepscalm]

[To England's credit, he doesn't react with too much surprise to her rather imposing presence. He was accustomed to strange creatures even before coming to Geardagas, and now he's becoming a strange creature, himself.

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.

[horkbajir]

Human food and I don't intersect well, usually. It's all too sweet or rich for me.

[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.