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[Closed] Birthday Dinner With the Family
Who: Number 6, Ava, Ruby, Darcy
What: A quiet dinner to celebrate Number 6 turning 32
When: Evening of the 19th
Where: Ava and Number 6's new farm home
Warnings: Kinda Bland Food
It's a strange feeling to be standing in the kitchen of a new home, his new home, cooking something that amounts to a Sunday roast for a family dinner. Strange only because it is something he never quite envisioned for himself as a future. The road to get here has been long and fraught, and they've lost good souls along the way. He mourns them each and every day, but he'd like to think, if they could see him now, they would be glad for him. A little slice of normalcy at long last. A chance to live a life of relative peace. He always hoped he might have some small version of this. But he expected it to be alone, in hiding, with him looking forever over one shoulder just to be sure. He never, in his wildest dreams, imagined it would be a home he shares with a wife. A home where he can invite his adopted daughter and his, for now, he'll just say apprentice, in to celebrate something so simple and mundane and yet so monumental as the turning of another year in his life. Thirty-two? He could barely believe it when he got to thirty and now here he is. Not even Number 2 could take this from him.
"It may not be as perfectly cooked as we're used to," he says somewhat bashfully as he sets the roast down on the table in front of his guests. "But the ingredients are fresh. Please enjoy." With that, he will begin carving it and serving onto everyone's plates. Unless someone jumps up to stop him. It is his birthday after all.
[ooc: Just a lil' mingle thread. Feel free to write your characters arriving, offering to help cook, set the table, etc. I'm down for all of it.]
What: A quiet dinner to celebrate Number 6 turning 32
When: Evening of the 19th
Where: Ava and Number 6's new farm home
Warnings: Kinda Bland Food
It's a strange feeling to be standing in the kitchen of a new home, his new home, cooking something that amounts to a Sunday roast for a family dinner. Strange only because it is something he never quite envisioned for himself as a future. The road to get here has been long and fraught, and they've lost good souls along the way. He mourns them each and every day, but he'd like to think, if they could see him now, they would be glad for him. A little slice of normalcy at long last. A chance to live a life of relative peace. He always hoped he might have some small version of this. But he expected it to be alone, in hiding, with him looking forever over one shoulder just to be sure. He never, in his wildest dreams, imagined it would be a home he shares with a wife. A home where he can invite his adopted daughter and his, for now, he'll just say apprentice, in to celebrate something so simple and mundane and yet so monumental as the turning of another year in his life. Thirty-two? He could barely believe it when he got to thirty and now here he is. Not even Number 2 could take this from him.
"It may not be as perfectly cooked as we're used to," he says somewhat bashfully as he sets the roast down on the table in front of his guests. "But the ingredients are fresh. Please enjoy." With that, he will begin carving it and serving onto everyone's plates. Unless someone jumps up to stop him. It is his birthday after all.
[ooc: Just a lil' mingle thread. Feel free to write your characters arriving, offering to help cook, set the table, etc. I'm down for all of it.]
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"The ehn, tailor lady made it. It's pretty warm."
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"Looks like you're ready to go all Van Helsing."
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Shrugs.
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But we both already know there isn't any.