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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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He leans back against the wall, quiet. There are fireflies bobbing in the field.
“It’s almost strange, getting to live a life like this again. I’ve always been a civilian. Three years abroad is nothing to the decades I’ve spent being average, but there’s still some parts that rub that didn’t use to.”
He keeps his gaze straight ahead. “I think part of it is that I’ve never lived with this many people since I was a kid. And they’re all young adults. And… one of them’s my kid. I’ve never done this like… this.”
As a dad, he means.
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"No one expects you to suddenly know what to do. Except maybe yourself. Hasn't even been three months since you arrived, remember?"
She comes to lean against the wall next to him, looking out at the fields, thinking about how far they extend. And then down through the trees, to the sea, out and out until one bumps up against the edges. Fever knows well enough she's got no wise response to the uncertainties, but there's no real way to learn except by doing. He can cut himself some slack, and the world won't collapse for it.
"As long as you stay open to talking, I don't think anyone will mind if you just make it up as you go along. Darcy loves you, that's not in question at all. And you love them, and that counts for a lot."
A tiny pause.
"Of course, I'm not a parent, so I could be full of shit. But there's a lot of different kinds of families out there. Who's to say one can't be you, your kid, and the sad-eyed stray youths that turned up on their doorstep?"
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Aha ha ha.
"I'm not gonna try and be Dimitri's or Ruby's dad. They have their own... stuff, going on, I think. But. Yeah. It's, uh, some kind of, unit thing that we have." Not like they bought and built a house together or anything.
"Trying to be a dad for one of them is stressful enough. I worried at Darcy a bit too hard about it a few days ago. You know, for as long as I've had them, we never actually got to do what kids and parents do. Not really."
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"Think you're going to end up making up for lost time?"
What do kids and parents do, anyway, when one of them's half a bird and one of them is dead-ish? (Look, she never got the full picture on what Darcy's deal is.)
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Or be there for them after they die, or have someone there for you when you die, or… yeah.