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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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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."

Her crap-ass kingdom for the vigor to tell them that if he carries her, she's moving out, immediately, like right now. She's demonstrated that her capacity for cuteness already overrunneth and any more will be straining the system. Her eyes may be shut but she's inherited the same sense for noise as they have and can tell one pair of footsteps from two while drunk and without trying.

She could also fall asleep here without much effort, which must be what makes her spot so special. Blinking her eyes open, Jess finishes her tea then heaves herself onto her feet. "Night, Kam," she utters with a lazy cheer of her mug. "Happy birthday." Got it in just under the wire.

She smiles up at him. For all her talk of adulthood, Kamala loves when he indulges her. "This is why you're my favorite knight." She takes his hand and moves to get up with her little catbird tucked against her chest, pillow abandoned for the time being. She spares a smile for the other woman. "Thanks, Jess. Goodnight." Now will she actually have to walk?? Time will tell!!!

He notices Jess judging them, or whatever passes for her version of it, but he doesn't care. This is Kamala's day and he's done everything else to cater to her and make it perfect, so why wouldn't he indulge her one last time? "Hold on," he whispers though he doesn't clarify whether he's talking to Nina or Kam before sweeping them both into his arms and heading for the staircase.

Ohh my god. Jess rolls her eyes and leaves them to their journey. Frank will probably have some sappy shit to say for a goodnight. Plenty of time for her to put away the dry dishes, rinse out her cup and the teapot, wash them and set them to dry in turn. A dog or two watches her half-heartedly from the hallway as she abandons the kitchen for the bathroom, using the toilet then the sink. It seems unable to sleep while she's up and about, staring bleary-eyed at her under heavy lids. She can hear it gives a huge sigh when she retreats into her room to take her pants off. Typically her last step before crashing. It feels borderline optimistic to go putting another pair but she'll do it, on the off-chance whatever happens happens. It's not like he can't change his mind and he's not as high now as he was then.

She laughs because being indulged is actually a lot of fun. It's briefly lived since she's actually very tired. There's a reason why her work clothes can also double as pajamas if need be. Her evening prayers and nightly prep for bed are already done. Really she just has to get there. Frank is already seeing to that.

Once they arrive, Kamala doesn't hesitate to slip in under the covers. She releases the cat to settle where it wills even knowing it will take the same spot it does every time to sneaks into her bed. "Thanks again for a pretty much perfect day." It's not the first time thanking him today, but he deserves one last reminder of what this meant to Kamala.

Frank tucks her in and pushes freshly cut bangs off her forehead so he can lean over her and place a kiss there. There are tears shining in his eyes for the millionth time today, but it was well worth the grief to see her this happy.

"Only pretty much?" he teases, but he's smiling as he pats Nina's head in goodnight as well before drawing back up in anticipation of leaving the room. He pauses to look down over her one last time. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Whatever's going on up there, Jess can surely only be undercutting it. She gets into her scrub pants, that haven't been washed since the weather was warm, and then kneels down beside her bag. Jess digs out the whiskey for a final gulp before sleep, then decides to take two instead. Jess turns the lights out, throws her covers up, gets into bed and throws them back over herself. With a deep sigh that sinks her further into the mattress, she reminds herself she's not waiting for anything or anyone. It's been a full day and she's going to sleep. Anything more is... well, more.

"Only pretty much. I don't want to give you a huge ego, okay?" Kamala teases from bed. It's impossible to give Frank even a normal sized ego, but she will settle for a laugh.

She yawns loudly and shuts her eyes. "Goodnight, Frank. Don't stay up all night. You'll be a bad influence on Jess." She reminds him like she's the parent here. That's all the advice she has for one night though since she quickly knocks out right after. It really has been a long day albeit a positive one. She's exhausted.

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