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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

[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. ]