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ph_logs2024-06-21 09:22 am
saltwaterlungs) wrote in ph_logs2024-06-21 09:22 am
OUR HOUSE
CHARACTERS: Phil, Dimitri, Darcy, Ruby, the Venom Symbiote, and you!
DATE: June
LOCATION: The farmhouse on 499 Winter's Avenue
SITUATION: Home-making and housewarming
WARNINGS: Usual warnings for all characters involved but otherwise n/a
Moving out of the Oak and Iron has been on Darcy’s mind- well. Virtually since she got to Pumpkin Hollow. But with Phil back and all, they started making plans for it in earnest. A combination of saving up and mysterious brass from some old dude fairy (??? she isn’t asking too many questions) means that they have the means. All they have to do is do it.
The week prior to the housewarming is spent working in and around the construction of a couple of new rooms, subdivided up from the old floor plan. Paint, wallpaper, fresh fabric to reupholster some of the furniture, a lot of cleaning. Plus there’s the logistics of moving all their stuff, which is significantly harder without cars and on an island that’s bigger than one ship. Darcy doesn’t even have that much shit, it just all stacks up somehow.
She spends her time mostly between generally assisting the move, setting up the kitchen, and putting her room together once they’ve finished building it. Darcy can be found doing any of those three things.
It’s not going to be the shindig to end all shindigs, but once the dust has settled and everyone’s recovered from moving everything around, friends and family will get a call inviting them over. All the windows are open for the mild Summer night air, the curtains drift a little in the breeze, and the song of crickets can be heard from anywhere in the house. The lights inside the house are warm and cheery, and seem to beckon you in, the shadows around them seeming… darker, somehow.
There’s lemonade with some Phil-made ice cubes in it, and Darcy hasn’t moved from the kitchen in service of making canapes to feed anyone who shows up. Cold cuts on bread, sandwiches with cucumbers left over from the carnival, small fish cakes. It’s a good way to break the kitchen in. When the food has been made, Darcy sets up out the front on the porch, curled up with some lemonade on one of the chairs, looking out into the night and making some small greeting to anyone who approaches.
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DATE: June
LOCATION: The farmhouse on 499 Winter's Avenue
SITUATION: Home-making and housewarming
WARNINGS: Usual warnings for all characters involved but otherwise n/a
I'll light the fire, you place the flowers in the vase (Closed to phil/dimitri/ruby/venom)
Moving out of the Oak and Iron has been on Darcy’s mind- well. Virtually since she got to Pumpkin Hollow. But with Phil back and all, they started making plans for it in earnest. A combination of saving up and mysterious brass from some old dude fairy (??? she isn’t asking too many questions) means that they have the means. All they have to do is do it.
The week prior to the housewarming is spent working in and around the construction of a couple of new rooms, subdivided up from the old floor plan. Paint, wallpaper, fresh fabric to reupholster some of the furniture, a lot of cleaning. Plus there’s the logistics of moving all their stuff, which is significantly harder without cars and on an island that’s bigger than one ship. Darcy doesn’t even have that much shit, it just all stacks up somehow.
She spends her time mostly between generally assisting the move, setting up the kitchen, and putting her room together once they’ve finished building it. Darcy can be found doing any of those three things.
Rest your head for just five minutes, everything is done (Open)
It’s not going to be the shindig to end all shindigs, but once the dust has settled and everyone’s recovered from moving everything around, friends and family will get a call inviting them over. All the windows are open for the mild Summer night air, the curtains drift a little in the breeze, and the song of crickets can be heard from anywhere in the house. The lights inside the house are warm and cheery, and seem to beckon you in, the shadows around them seeming… darker, somehow.
There’s lemonade with some Phil-made ice cubes in it, and Darcy hasn’t moved from the kitchen in service of making canapes to feed anyone who shows up. Cold cuts on bread, sandwiches with cucumbers left over from the carnival, small fish cakes. It’s a good way to break the kitchen in. When the food has been made, Darcy sets up out the front on the porch, curled up with some lemonade on one of the chairs, looking out into the night and making some small greeting to anyone who approaches.
Life used to be so hard, now everything is easy cause of you
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"Phil's in the living room," they offer. It's almost a peace offering.
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Another beat, then -- "Thank you."
(She's conscious of her empty hands, of having brought nothing to offer in return.)
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"I'm glad you're here," she says, swift and all in one breath, and slips inside the house.
She'll be there for a while, should Darcy feel like finding her, during that time or on her way out.
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"Hey-" but she's already gone. Figures.
When she comes back out, Darcy hasn't moved, and just as tiredly says-
"Are you going to run off again or are we going to have a conversation."
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"I can stay a while longer, if you want to talk."
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Just kind of gestures with their lemonade.
"Like what- we're just good now, or?"
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Her hands fold together in front of her, into a little hard knot.
"We parted on poor terms. Unless you remember something I don't, about the last hours on that ship. I don't think I can decide for both of us that we're 'good now.'"
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Gestures again.
"I can't read your signals. Fucking... talk to me or don't drop cryptic shit. What do you want?"
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"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be cryptic. I only ... I'm pleased that you weren't lost, or ... anything worse, and I wanted to say so."
She swallows. "I think I told you once, that I'm not good at this."
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Not that they wish Cassandra ill, even all things considered. They can't work up the vitriol for that, not with the ship so far behind them now. They were all rats off a sinking ship, whatever scrabbling happened was just scrabbling for survival. But they hadn't thought about her in the same way they hadn't thought about people from their high school in the years since they last attended. Now they have to navigate her being in their life again, with the complications that come from her relationship to Phil. But they're not pleased to see her. It's an absence of feeling.
"Okay," they say instead. A way to convey the same sentiment that won't get them a sad look from Phil. Hopefully.
And then, just as flatly-
"It's a big town. You probably don't need to be good at it with me. There's other people."
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"If we can be ... civil, as you say, to each other. For Phil's sake, and for Dimitri's, and Okie's, and Helena's, and anyone else we have in common ... then I think that will serve."
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Maybe there's still a little sting of bitterness in them.
"But that's the plan." Civil. Not like Cass is Rita or anything.
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And maybe that bitterness is one more thing they share, that won't ever lie comfortably between them.
Cassandra takes a step back, and rests a hand on the handrail of the steps going down from the porch. "I'll say good night, then."
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... One last thing, before she goes.
"There's no sides here, ehn?"
That part of their disagreement, at least, is over. If they have issues between them, it's not from that anymore.
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"No sides here," she repeats, firmly. And if that isn't a reconciliation, exactly, it might be a willingness to put that part of their differences behind them. She'll hope for that much.
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And then the house's undead sentinel returns to their post, watching out into the surrounds outside the house.