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[morphogenia]

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.

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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.)

Comments

[oorah]

[ frank really does like thor. the look on his face says it all honestly. ] He loves zalpacas as much as we do. [ aka that manchild is welcome anytime. the rest has his gaze falling right back to the floor. ] We're family. [ it's just what you do. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

They are pretty damn adorable, aren't they?

[ Purple, zebra stripes, fluffy. Imagining Thor frolicking with them almost makes Tony's teeth hurt. ]

So. When's she throwing a party for you, broody?

[oorah]

[ he narrows his eyes a little. on the twelfth of never springs to mind, but this version of tony has only ever been kind to him and his lil makeshift family. case in point. ]

We already did my birthday.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Well shit. I owe you- something. Don't say I don't, because that's bullshit.

[oorah]

Well, that's what I was gonna say so.

[ he shrugs. he won't say no to gifts at this point, it's whatever. though he pulls out the little necklace she made him to show tony. it's a tiny wooden pendant with the ms. marvel lightning bolt carved in. and then he looks like he's gonna cry all over again... god, this was a bad idea. ]

Wait, I've got somethin' for you actually.

[ he snaps his fingers, which calls fire into his hand. uh... no, he didn't want that right now. he shakes his hand to clear the flames and holds up a finger instead like WAIT RIGHT HERE. frank is just going to tear up the stairs like a crazy person and then run back down with a red thing in his hand. it's the shirt tony requested, hot rod red, with pearlescent buttons and some type of embroidery over the breast pocket in a yellow/goldish thread. maybe a dragon or a phoenix? the celtic pattern seems similar to the leather bracelet frank always wears. the item is thrust over unceremoniously like it's literally nothing. mostly because to frank, it is. tony asked for a shirt, he gets a shirt, end of story. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

I'll need to ask Kamala what to make you.

[ She'll have a good answer, probably, and he can figure out when to deliver it later. For now he just- stares at Frank as he sprints upstairs like a crazy jackass, suddenly aware that this? This is what it looks like on the other side when he's the one running around like a crazy jackass. Shoe, other foot.

When he's given the bundle he just stares at it for a long moment, unfolding it to look down at the workmanship- well tailored, made to his colors, lovely stitching. ]

This- this is quality work, Oscar.

[oorah]

She'd know better than me, honestly.

[ what to get him. he'd just say "more dogs." wait, that's what kamala would say too. just get them more dogs, tony. he puts his hands on his hips and smiles a little, okay cool. he did good. he likes doing stuff for people. it just gets to be too much when it's - too much. he thinks tony knows exactly what that's like, actually. ]

Glad you like it, man. Hey, have a drink with me before you go?

[nonstopnarcissist]

Sure. What've you got?

[ Nothing too strong, he's avoiding bad habits in lieu of- everything. ]

[oorah]

Wine? [ like lots of it? or... ] Or coffee, if you'd rather.

[ he could go either way at this time of night himself. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

...Did you say coffee?

[ Tony's everything perks up, eyes brightening, spine going that much straighter. ]

Give me coffee and I might kiss you.

[oorah]

[ that pulls a grin from somewhere he usually keeps well hidden. ]

Pucker up. [ he thought his coffee stash was like the worst kept secret in the village, but apparently these people will be tight-lipped about anything. ] How do you take yours?

[ he assumes black but he always asks anyway. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

[ Frank did you think he was joking? He wasn't joking. Tony hooks a casual arm around Frank's shoulders (it's a stretch) leans up and in, pressing his lips to Frank's in a quick, chaste kiss before stepping free. ]

You are my favorite person in the village right now. Two sugars, black.

[oorah]

[ he blinks owlishly a few times, but then pushes the flat of his hand against tony's shoulder in a playful shove. this is so dumb!!!! but he's still smiling. ]

I thought so. Follow me.

[ there's coffee already in the percolator when they get to the kitchen so frank pours some into a cup and sniffs it just to make sure it isn't burnt. not like he cares as long as it's black as hell, but he doesn't serve burnt coffee to guests!!! especially not guests who say he's their favorite. he finishes pouring his coffee and sets it aside before making tony's, stirring two teaspoons of stevia in as requested, and handing the little ceramic cup over to the man. ]