altimit | [open] BIRTHDAY PICNIC

Who ꕤ EVERYONE
What ꕤ zelkova's picnic-birthday bash!
When ꕤ oct 3
Where ꕤ Holzig Camping Grounds
Content Warnings ꕤ some grief, probably

PRE-PICNIC

[ The invitations have all been sent out, but there's still prep work to be done. The food and drinks have to be made, the decorations crafted and set up along with the tents and such. An eclectic mix of players are organizing this event: Mr_Misteaks, tylorific, Vogel, Mithrun1, and tabibito. Hien (!) has kindly (tabibito's phrasing) volunteered to help them set up. Though in the end, it's more like four capable adults and two problem children (who have stringent orders to stay AWAY from the knives).

Should anyone else choose to come early to help out, they'll be welcomed with smiles. There's joy in the air, though loss tinges it at the edges.

Before the party starts, however, Hien will be gone. And before that, the group presents Hien with a small "cake" of his own: a savory spring galette. ]

HAPPY, SAD BIRTHDAY

[ At noon is when the guests are told to arrive, with the party lasting until sunset.

Holzig Camping Grounds looks a little different! The decorations are simple and colorful; banners of varying quality hang over the tents and weave through the trees. Most notable are the silver and gold balloons that read: Happy 0 Birthday! There are thick logs for seating and some foldout seats for those with sensitive bums around the lone campfire, lit and flickering wildly.

The tents are also set up for some reason! (They're for naps.)

There are multiple picnic tables. The first and smallest provide finger sized portions of tamago sando and fruit sando. The next couple of tables are bigger: build-your-own bars for sandwiches, salads, hotdogs, burgers, and s'mores! There is, of course, a table for alcohol and other drinks.

At the center table is a cake, German chocolate and winter-themed with five little fondant ornaments placed by five different hands, and strangely enough, there is a dish of roast pork with parsley sauce right next to it. If asked what the dish is, tabibito will answer with something that sounds like "Steak Flakes Persimmons" at first before they pronounce it properly and fluidly: Stegt flæsk med persillesovs.

Eat up! Have fun chatting! And don't forget to dedicate a toast to Zelkova! ]

A BREAK

[ A little out of the way, in a small clearing, guests will notice there are a couple of ugly pinatas strung about: there are exactly three of them and they're all the letter C in a putrid green. Guests are encouraged to use their own weapons, though a wooden stick is provided.

If piñatas aren't their thing, there's also a giant watermelon, a blindfold in the design of an angry pomchi, and a wooden baseball bat. Ok, so watermelon smashing is a beach thing, but why not take their anger out on something right? They've all been through a lot. ]

SHE DANCES ON THE WIND

[ Midway through the party, tabibito calls for a moment of remembrance for Uta. tabibito will toast to her memory with a quiet smile because she was all smiles all the time and so full of drive - but everyone is free and welcome to honor her memory as they wish. ]

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And here I thought that was the point.

[WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.]

Oh, I'm sure.

Just try not to wipe out the other ones too before anyone can get to them.

[ He's whacking pretty hard at his too... ]

If people want to play, they better hurry their asses up.

[ A snort escapes him as he finally finishes beating his own to a pulp. ]

Time waits for no one?

You got it. 'Sides, there's only one left now.

Guess they'll just have to fight for the scraps.

Or always make another one.

[ The possibilities are endless. ]

Yeah, but who seriously wants to do that?

[ ... ]

You never know. After all, we've got a lot of time on our hands, don't we?

Yeah, but even if you had a million years, would you really wanna waste any of it making a CC Corp pinata?

...I can't speak for everyone else, but definitely not me.

[ Because, he ain't got the patience for that. ]

Exactly.

[Once again, Shoka is Right(TM).]

Tried any of the food yet?

[ Hecking crying ]

No, not really. I guess I got a little distracted and caught up in whatever else was lying around.

[ Including bashing up stuff, because yeah. ]

...Did you?

Nope. Thinking of hitting it up next.

[Furigana: would he like to join?]

[ Huh, he blinks at the Furigana popping up, giving a little nod. ]

...Then let's give it a go. There's no reason to waste what everyone's put together, right?

[ Ganymede goes towards the build-your-own-bar with a quickness. He's putting together a sandwich right away. ]

Nope.

[She'll follow him, building herself a respectable BLT-equivalent.]

[ His is something with like...fish (maybe tuna?), alongside some lettuce or a green to make it vaguely healthy, before he's going to add a hotdog too for good measure.

...He pauses and grabs a salad too. He's a hungry boi. ]

This almost reminds me of some cookouts my family used to do. We haven't done one in awhile, but...it's almost making me a bit nostalgic.

Even if our situation's still kind of crappy.

Oh yeah? Your family do a lot of gatherings or something?

Oh yeah, definitely. It's because we're such a big family, and ours is the type that looks reconnecting every so often.

[ By big he means big, haha. ]

...What about yours?

Hah! As if.

[ After he's taken a bite... ]

They're just not into that sort of thing?

Or any family outings at all?

They don't really have time for that kinda thing.

[Taking another bite of sando.]

Why not?

[ Could be busy in terms of work. Or it a matter of 'it's not worth our time'. Ganymede asks to find out wich. ]

Work, work, and more work.

[That's it that's the explanation.]

[ A light scoff. ]

Even I know all work and no play isn't a great idea.

[ But...workaholic parents aren't a myth. ]

Hah. As if they'd listen.

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