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WHO: Kamala Khan
WHERE: House 6
WHEN: Dec. 13th; late afternoon aka KAMALA'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
OPEN TO: residents of house six, assorted cr of Kamala and the other house six residents - basically everyone who knows Kamala, Frank, and Jessica and is on good terms with them. It's basically everyone.
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of horror settings or past trauma since Kamala does live with Frank Castle and Jessica Jones who are their own warning. Honestly this is a rated G birthday log.

She wakes up super stoked to be alive. It's not unusual for her honestly. Kamala is more excited than usual if only because it's not every day you get superheroes coming over for your birthday. Granted she's seeing them more as ordinary people who do incredible things sometimes. That's a positive change as far as she's concerned. It doesn't change the fact that Kamala from like age seven and up would have seen this as a dream come true. Who is she to question the wisdom of tiny Kamala?

She spends a decent portion of the day (following breakfast) getting ready for guests. She styles her new, shorter hair cut as elegantly as she can, dresses in the hunter green dress and pants outfit given to her by the Observers because screw them it's pretty and they can't ruin it with what they pulled after.

By the time she finishes, it's time to greet guests and see what Frank's done with the rest of the house while she's been hiding out in her room to obsess over her appearance. She'll go around greeting whoever shows up, shoving food at them, and generally be grateful they came. It's her seventeenth birthday. She's away from her home, childhood friends, and family. Having anyone here today means a lot more than she lets on. It's about the only thing allowing her to feel happiness instead dwelling on what she's missing.

(ooc; ~~top levels will be posted by Frank in like five minutes for setting info. please hold for those!~~ feel free to tag those or make your own starter ~~once they're posted~~. I'm flexible.)

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"Well, leave the rest of this to me," he settles on, expression exasperated but impossibly fond as he carts the dish back over to the sink to unceremoniously drop it in.

If he's not prepared, he can be even worse than Kamala at lying. He knows no lie is even required, but it's unusual for Jessica and Frank to hang out when they're not in the house and he could've just said 'yeah' or nothing at all. But instead he ends up with a really dumb statement.

"We were... out." Which implies 'together.' He grimaces, staying behind to put the kitchen back in order so she can greet Jess on her own.

The bed is poorly made within thirty seconds, but Jess fusses with it and musses it back up for another thirty. Then Kamala hollers unexpectedly and Jess steps back like she's been caught with a dead body.

"Uh," she tests her voice before raising it, a good call since it feels both soaked and crackling somehow. She clears her throat quietly and yells back, "Hey!" and then winces at herself for the intonation of a follow up that goes unuttered. Why is she so bad at being casual? She's gonna blame the weed. The whole two tokes she had of it. She spares the bed a final appraising glance, which she regrets, and leaves her room.

"Any hot water?"

Go try it on, yes? I am certain it will make your father smile. Or tear up. Or both!

Actually... [Kamala starts before stopping. It's not worth explaining all that backstory when she can be a Disney princess.] Ok!

[She is literally running off to do just that. Bye, Zev!]

Kamala blinks a few times. She gets the feeling this should be more dramatic than it actually is to her. "Oh.... okay? That's good, right?" She asks quietly before catching Jess' request. "We still have herbal tea which is close enough!" She goes to grab some of the lukewarm mixture so she can join Jessica like the mom friend she is.

Frank gets to work on the last of the dishes, letting Bruno stand on the counter next to him even though he really should make him stay on the floor. The "dog" is giving him the soap eye anyway for not holding him indefinitely after cruelly abandoning him for a couple hours at most.

"I can boil some fresh if you want coffee," Frank offers over the din of the water without turning around. Then to Kamala: "You feed the animals yet?"

"Tea's fine," she tells him as Kamala halfway to fetched it already. Don't undercut her generosity, guy. Jess lingers in the bedroom doorway with her shoulder to the frame. Jess is just looking for something warm to pour down her throat -- seriously, as cold as she is, warm will do. Hot would probably put her into shock. She'll accept Kamala's mug and chug down two mouthfuls immediately. After a "thanks," of course.

The kitchen is full with Frank and his paw pal. Jess's next destination is her chair in the living room, if none of the other critters are curled up in it (coughpeakitten?wheeze).

[Kamala is blissfully unaware of all the drama. She is aware of the huge honor it is to call one of the greatest heroes of all time by their first name. Once she stops blatantly staring at Steve in all the purest love and adoration does Kamala find the words to express how much this means to her.]

Okay, Steve. [She giggles because she actually called him Steve! Kamala does sober up to offer some advice since even if she idealizes him, he's still a person. She likes to help people.] If you don't mind me saying, you should draw more. You're really talented! You should share that with other people. If you want.

"Fed and gave them extra pets so they won't feel unloved today. We were so distracted." Kamala promises as she pours that cup. She makes what she feels is a wise choice to not comment on the fact one of their dogs clearly resents him.

She heads straight for Jessica, not at all surprised to see their pea kitten curled up on her chair. "You're welcome!" After she passes the cup over to Jessica, she goes to scoop her up. Unlike Frank, she is not so easily manipulated!!! Even if it's fake meows break her heart a little. "Ugh, don't get started with me! You know that's Jess' special spot." She will move onto the couch for cuddles.

Maybe she can be manipulated a little.

Frank puts down fresh water for the dogs/cats and peeks out the window, everyone looks happy/sleeping. With all the dishes drying, he plucks one up to pour a little leftover tea for himself and go to join them in the living room, remembering to shuck off his boots by the door as an afterthought before sitting down heavily next to Kamala and the as yet unnamed kitten. He pulls the pillow out from under him and throws it meekly at them, super careful not to actually hit the baby with even the edge of it.

"That's for being responsible on your birthday." He hates it!!!! Then he sighs, acquiescing just as fast. "Did you at least have fun?"

As Kamala relocates the mewling tribble, Jess gives its head a brief scrub of her fingers as if commiserating. It's not her special spot, buddy, honest, it's just a threadbare easy chair. You probably spend more time in it than I do.

What's done is done and she's not complaining. Jess has a seat, then folds over to pry her boots off her feet with her tea on the ground. She tucks one socked foot under the opposite thigh upon straightening up. Reclining at last, Jess observes the two of them with her head propped up by the back of the chair. They make a decent family. Though she doesn't know how he expects Kamala to be irresponsible in a house packed with animal dependants. Full of pent up relief, Jess permits the smallest amount through, acknowledging that she might as well appreciate what she hasn't screwed up yet.

Kamala lets out the most dramatic huff at this vicious and unprovoked attack!!! The pillow harmlessly bounced off of her arm, but still. She's plotting revenge even as she speaks. "Just for that I'll continue being responsible on my birthday!" Truly the greatest threat a teenager can make. She is quick to relent if only for a minute. "Of course I did! My favorite superheroes showed up (minus Captain Marvel) and I got to look like a Disney princess! It was pretty much a solid win for Team Kamala." She's grabbing the pillow and smacking him in the arm with it now that he won't expect it! Revenge!!!

"... And that's for tossing a pillow at me while baby one is around!" A beat. "We should really come up with an actual name, huh?" She can't call them both baby.

She looks around and can't help laughing joyfully at it. The whole house is basically one long testament to how much he cares for her. Kamala knows she's lucky. There's probably a thousand reasons why the two of them should have never gotten along much less become family to one another and yet here they are.

"I don't think I could ever doubt how he feels. Frank's so extra about everything which you probably figured out ages ago. He's like the definition of go big or go home."

He hazards a glance back at Jess and she looks... content. It's good, he thinks, if super weird. It's long enough to be caught off guard by the pillow swinging back for him and he spills some tea on himself with a frown. At least it wasn't hot.

"Yeah, remind me to frame that portrait." Like seriously it's gorgeous??? Cap should quit his day job that he's not doing anyway. The rejoinder gets a solid bob of his head as he takes another gulp of the lukewarm flower water. Goddamn you, David Lieberman, for making him like this. "That's a good point. Who's left...?"

He's so far beyond thinking right now, and he leans back so he can see Jessica and Kamala at the same time so he can ask the former, "Wanna weigh in on this?"

Content. Drunk. Six of one, half a bluhblahbluhbla

"On what?" Jess wastes the words before working out what he means: Pet names. He's not requesting an arbitrator in their pathetic pillow skirmish. (Her verdict would be that they're both losers. Neither of them are out for blood. Jess has seen dance moms apply makeup with more force than that.) "Naming which one, that one?" She nods to the cat-something hybrid that's planted to Kamala, unmoving so as to not get caught in the crossfire.

Next time, maybe. [ He had a feeling they would make a very good team at a lot of things. Bruce watches Frank and shakes his head.] You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm not someone uncomfortable with emotions. [ No, Bruce wears his heart on his sleeve and he couldn't help that if he tried.] I used to want children, but that's not in the cards for me. I know no father could be prouder of her than you are.

[ He nods.] The 18th. I don't usually celebrate it, outside of when I lived in Stark Tower and they wouldn't let me get away with not celebrating. [ Bruce smiles and shrugs. He allowed it of course. Who could say no to that? He was bashful the whole time thought.] I just lost a few years. I'm not really sure how old I am anymore. I'm rounding to fifty. I was out in space for awhile.

"Absolutely! It's so beautiful... and weirdly accurate. I should really redesign my mask when I get home." It is the most basic domino mask ever. Kamala rubs her thumb over the kitten's small frame as it essentially glued to her side. "Yep! Our only guideline is that it has to be after a R&B singer. You should take the lead on this one since I got to consult Frank on the rest." She says it like it's an actual privilege, but really she considers it one. Kamala has enjoyed playing this game with Frank. Why wouldn't Jessica?

[Kamala beams proudly. She knows he means it. Considering the source, she's determined not to get embarrassed and simply appreciate the compliment.] Obviously! Speaking of which, I hope you know I am going to see you on your birthday. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

[A beat since that's not necessarily true.] Okay so maybe I would miss it if the world was in danger, but so would you so it doesn't count.

[Kamala is watching the lamb wander over to the other animals when Frank approaches. She accepts the coffee and cake with a soft thank you. She settles in to eat and watch the kids as it were.] Today's been great. Everyone agrees about that too. I think everyone I talked to gave me a speech about how great you were for doing this for me.

[Kamala clutches the chocolate bar closer to her chest. She loves their fur babies, but does she trust them? Not even a little.] Oh good point. They're all super sneaky and people used to blame stuff on you a lot.

[She gives the dog a firm look!!!] I am going to go hide these in my room. Catch you later?

[Clearly this will take a while!!!]

Yeah, he saw Kam's face when she thought Cap was onto her. Priceless tbh.

"We've got Aretha Franklin, Aloe Blacc, Whitney Houston, Etta James, Bruno Mars and Patti LaBelle so far." He's not sure if Jess is going to play along, but he figures he may as well give her a fighting chance since he honestly doubts she knows all their names as it stands. Plus he can always blame it on the weed if it comes off patronizing or whatever. "What do you think?"

In one ear and right out the other. Was Bruno Mars one of Kamala's suggestions? And which one is it? Oh wait she doesn't care. (That's not sarcasm. She legitimately forgot for a second.)

"I think you're missing Nina Simone," she drawls so there can be no mistaking her lack of investment. She's just commentating on his egregious oversight, that's business as usual. Speaking of business, Jess sips her tea.

[ Uh... Jess glances from Kamala to the dog, unsure whom she's addressing. In case it's the dog, Jess simply nods rather than vocalize a "yes". Unpausing her wine progress, she resumes drinking at double the recommended social speed. For Jess it's a return to her default setting. ]

Uninvested or not, it's a good call. Kamala claps her hands together which instantly gets a dirty look from the cat, but whatever. They have a name now!! She can deal with having her second favorite source of warmth moving suddenly on her.

"Nina would be perfect! She looks like a Nina." No, no one ask how Kamala knows that. She just does.

Kamala has to laugh. It's almost like a bad joke how few people seem to have caught onto the fact the big, scary man is living with the tiniest teenager in the village. Kamala is also kind of grateful for it since she's not sure how many would approve of a kid living with the Punisher and doesn't care to find out.

"Yeah, we definitely live together. Trust me he does not lack me slack off too much around the house." There are always moments where she'll try to get away with stuff and he lets her. It's never anything too big. She shakes her head to protest the rest. "I mean... yeah, but you don't owe me anything! I promise. Just enjoy the cake and company."

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