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anita_hero) wrote2012-06-24 07:49 pm
anita_hero) wrote2012-06-24 07:49 pm
St. John's Eve Celebration (backdated to the 23rd)
[It's only just stopped raining when Anita lights the bonfire.
She knows this is bad timing. She knows she should probably call the whole thing off. She knows anyone who does show up is probably going to be bruised to hell and back, at best. But it's St. John's Eve and she said there was going to be a party, and if there's one thing Anita is terrible at, it's giving up.
Besides, she did cook an absurd amount of food (with help, of course) and the bonfire is sort of ungodly huge, and she figures that everyone will want sustenance and warmth soon.
She's dressed all in white, as befits her position as host, and before anyone shows up she says the prayers by herself, because she doubts anyone else will want to. That's okay. She's pretty sure the gods will understand, given whole trapped-on-another-world and there's-just-been-a-war-on-the-moon situation.
If you decide to show up to the party outside Community Housing Building 4, there will be a ton of traditional Creole food, some music, a bonfire, and plenty of places to sit in case you're not feeling up to standing. Feel free to mingle!]
She knows this is bad timing. She knows she should probably call the whole thing off. She knows anyone who does show up is probably going to be bruised to hell and back, at best. But it's St. John's Eve and she said there was going to be a party, and if there's one thing Anita is terrible at, it's giving up.
Besides, she did cook an absurd amount of food (with help, of course) and the bonfire is sort of ungodly huge, and she figures that everyone will want sustenance and warmth soon.
She's dressed all in white, as befits her position as host, and before anyone shows up she says the prayers by herself, because she doubts anyone else will want to. That's okay. She's pretty sure the gods will understand, given whole trapped-on-another-world and there's-just-been-a-war-on-the-moon situation.
If you decide to show up to the party outside Community Housing Building 4, there will be a ton of traditional Creole food, some music, a bonfire, and plenty of places to sit in case you're not feeling up to standing. Feel free to mingle!]
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Y'welcome. But, y'know, you did most a' the work... all I did was get a bunch a' sticks t'gether.
[He supposes that the plate in her hands is for her, and doesn't mind in the least. After all, a hostess had to find some time to eat amid the scramble to ensure others were satisfied and comfortable.]
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He glances towards the plate brimming with all sorts of goodies - most of which he's unfamiliar with, but which smell mouth-wateringly good - and then back up at her face, looking a bit blank for a split second as if unsure what to do. But then he smiles tiredly, gratefully.]
Aw, man... y'didn't gotta do that. [Pausing, he purses his lips.] But... thanks.
[And he gives the food an appreciative sniff. So much better than anything in a can or wrapped up in plastic.] Smells so good - bet it tastes even better.
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Hostin' a party's pretty tough... back on my birthday, I was runnin' 'round like a chicken tryin' t'get everythin' right an' kind a' ended up snoozin' on the couch after a while. [He'd have never been able to pull it off on his own, he's sure.] Y'gonna go get somethin' to eat?
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It ain't that they're bored... m'sure of it.
[He hopes this'll be of reassurance, supposing that this was her concern.]
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