[open] BIRTHDAY PICNIC

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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. ]

Comments

[dzelkva]

I hope so.

[ It's a nice sentiment, at the very least, one that fills him with some kind of... real, genuine hope? Odd. ]

I bet that's what I was programmed for anyway. To build on all of that.

[ganymed]

[ Sometimes, hope is a thing that grows when allowed to blossom. ]

I think so too, actually. Even if I don't know a single thing about programming.

[ Yet, he says this with such confidence anyway. ]

[dzelkva]

[ That makes him laugh, particularly the confidence. ]

That's fine. You don't really need to know about it... at least in my opinion.

[ganymed]

[ Good!! ]

You have a point. I'll leave that stuff to the people who do.

...Did you try out the food yet?

[ Can Zelkova eat like they can? Ganymede doesn't actually recall, but he asks anyway. ]

[dzelkva]

I have! I've tried some of the cake and cider that Faunus brought.

[ They were both pretty delicious. ]

I'm not used to eating food, but it might be nice to try every now and then.

[ganymed]

You did? Did that make you get a sweet tooth?

[ Ganymede makes a note to try the cake. He's definitely probably at least had some cider by now. ]

...I guess for you it'd be like eating a snack or something.

[dzelkva]

It's like a snack, yup! It's not essential for me like it is for the rest of you, but it's nice enough to have.

[ He pauses and contemplates that question, however. ]

I don't think I have a sweet tooth, though.

[ganymed]

[ He doesn't think that he does? ]

...You don't? What kinds of food have you liked most, then?

[dzelkva]

Pizza!

[ A very simple answer... ]

[ganymed]

[ Sometimes some things really are simple. But not most things. ]

So you're maybe a cheese person.

Have you tried macaroni and cheese?

[dzelkva]

[ He tilts his head. ]

Macaroni and cheese...? No, I haven't. Do you like it?

[ganymed]

I do. It's really good...and not at the party.

But, I can make you some sometime.

[ Especially since the game is now a very real reality, aha. ]

[dzelkva]

I'd like that a lot, actually!

[ He'd gladly accept an invitation to eat some mac and cheese. ]

[ganymed]

Then, it's a plan.

[ He hasn't decided on the when just yet, though. ]

...I'm going to try out some other things hanging around. [ Like maybe some pinatas or smashing watermelons for funsies. ] But, if you need me, just go ahead and shout, alright?

[dzelkva]

I will!

[ He grins as he ushers Ganymede off. ]

Shout for me too. You know I'll answer.