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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.

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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?"

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).

"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.

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.

"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?

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.

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.

He just laughs, the image of Jessica unwittingly naming a kitten at Kamala's request is just too much for his heart to handle in this condition.

"You know, I think you're right. That was a serious oversight."

Really?

"Really?" Jess affects a pout for the kitten's sake, to whom she turns her attention. "Shit." She mouths a soundless "sorry" to it, as well. For the name, not the language. Nina the feathercat. Ugh. Why does she think Trish would like that?

Kamala looks between the two and huffs again. She's positive Jessica nailed this. Why does it feel like she's missing something here??? "Really! Nina is perfect. Aren't you a little bit proud of getting it on the first shot? Frank and I are never this quick!"

"That's true, we usually roll it around for a few hours at least before settling on one." Bruno had been especially controversial as Jessica would totally be interested to know. He leans over to scratch at the animal's head with one finger, smiling to himself dopily. Stupid cat prozac endorphins. "I think she likes it. Don't you, Nina?"

"You two are gross," she mumbles halfheartedly, draining her tea to a quarter full. Oh yeah, the key ingredient in tea is water. Must be why she's sobering up a little. While at least one of them gets drunker on the agonizing wholesomeness that's transpired. Jess shakes her head and rests her eyes, her lips cracking into a vanishing smile from a vanquished laugh. Goofs. She's not one of you. Dorks!!!!!

The Bruno debate had been one for the ages. Really Jessica is missing out on that one. Kamala chuckles at Frank's quick uptick in mood. It never fails on him which is endlessly amusing to watch. Jess' lack of commitment to pointing out what weirdos they are gives her sense of superiority only a teenager can feel when noticing the obvious ten years later. She totally loves them. Kamala is sure of it!!!

"We're dorks. Isn't that why you hang out with us? You automatically look cooler by comparison."

He nods seriously, scooping the cat up and placing her on his thigh.

"Gonna be honest, kind of assumed that's why you were here too."

The edge in her voice is tired past inflicting itself on them when she says, "I came for the electricity, now I'm thinking they might be connected." The joke there is that it's on her. She has the dork fuel to light up one room for a couple hours, if that. Granted, her reservoir fills some with every outdated "non-fiction" book she reads.

Kamala openly sulks at the lack of warmth at her side and grabs the pillow to hug to her chest. She doesn't say anything else because he knows what he did!!!! Well that and he got her a lamb today. She can't complain too much.

"Heh! We have more winning qualities than I thought." She flops back against the couch with a tired sigh. "Why do we have stairs again? I don't want to get up."

He smiles - more like grins - in Jessica's direction at the not-even-a-joke. Look at them, being a unit. It fills his heart so full he thinks it might burst. Then he turns to Kamala, gaze and voice both soft as he places the little catbird back in her lap and sets his tea down so he can get up first.

"Come on," he urges, holding out a hand for her. "I'll give you a lift, birthday princess."

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