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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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... And normally he would be glad to let things lie here, to give them both a quiet moment of peace in each other's company, but he ought to say something. Now at least César's used to the idea of the multiverse, so this conversation shouldn't be too weird or difficult.
"Hey, uh, I should probably mention it to you if nobody has yet. You know how there was a bunch of us coming from a weird interdimensional prison ship?"
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It's César's turn to give a little smile, although his is reassuring. "Yes, from the Serena Eterna, where a version of me had two husbands."
Phil's right that he's used to the idea; César also wants to spare Phil from rehashing what he already knows.
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He shifts, settling into where he's seated, taking the moment to think. "Sometimes we got objects from between dimensions. Once, you'd gotten a miniature model version of your mobile lab--like an RC car. You called me to watch you pilot it, and told me that after you drove it around a little, you'd let me try. So you got to calibrating the speed. I remember you saying that the original could travel just under the speed of light, so you figured that the smaller one's speed would be scaled down accordingly."
A soft glint of laughter enters his eyes, the soft orange glow of his Mantle reflecting into them. "Well, it hadn't. The moment you pressed 'forward' on the joystick, it smashed into the nearest empty building and exploded."
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He looks surprised for a moment (partially at the story, partially at the glow in Phil's eyes) and then lets out a crack of laughter. "Oh, no. That's so horrible! You would think that would be scaled down, too, right?? And here I thought Rex was hard on his toys!"
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César needs to know more of this story. Because yup, this entirely sounds like something that would happen to him.
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When he comes down a little bit, he sighs contentedly, wrapping a hand around his knee. "You also helped me with a little construction project one time. I put up a couple of signposts where people could have them theoretically point to home. Basically a signpost forest with reminders of where we all came from or wanted to go. You helped organize everything and provide the materials. It was a nice project. Gone now, but... it was nice. You put up three. Buenos Aires, Ciudad de Mexico, and Geneva. You were very exact about making them look like American road signs."
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César rolls that around in his mind, then chuckles warmly. "Because that's where I was living then. And I'd jump into something like that with two feet." Then he pauses a second time as he considers that a bit deeper. "... would it make sense to do something like that again? I don't think I could get the right materials to make mine look like signs from the US, but I do have a woodworking shop in my attic."
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"... Hm. Maybe. You think people here would go for that? Back then, I did it mostly because everybody was kind of in a state of desperation. It could still be nice, though..."
Hmmm. "We'd have to, like, get permission from the town to keep it up in a public place."
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Like a multicultural center. Maybe. That won't exist for a while yet.no subject
But then he relaxes, dropping it for a wondering look. "Definitely a public space, ideally in the town center. Not Town Hall, not the Library, definitely not the Church. I mean, Temple. Hm... well, we don't have to come up with something now. I'll just keep it in mind whenever I commute in."
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He nods along to those suggestions. "It's honestly a good activity for when the weather turns colder, anyway. Let people enjoy the warm sun right now. Then we can gather together around a fire when the chill enters the air."
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"Oh, for sure. It's too hot to do all that hammering right now. I'd know, I just did it." Phil chuckles.
"It's really, really good to see you again, César." He eases himself to standing, slowly pulling himself up. "I'd better get back to hosting. Shall I see you downstairs?"
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César laughs. "I've been doing it, too. It's awful."
He gives a short wave, smiling at Phil. "It's good to meet you again." César takes this with too much stride, perhaps. "I'll be down when I've recharged my social batteries."