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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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[ who doesn't love cake? there are plenty of other snacks (unlimited popcorn anyone?) and refreshments for everyone. frank's homemade wine which is kind of gross but tolerable, coffee in a ridiculous quantity, assorted herbal teas he makes himself because of course he does... on and on and on. but the piece de resistance, of course, is the cake. pretend it's slightly less perfect than the photo but yes he went all out. he will lament to anyone listening that while it isn't a chocolate cake, it is something he's proud of. just be aware that if you're allergic to nuts or any kind of berries you may want to steer clear, but it is 100% halal/kosher naturally. if you try to take a small piece, frank will somehow appear to give you another slice. no one is getting out of this easy!!!! but it's honestly a delicious cake, he worked stupid hard on it. oh and those flowers are edible though not made from spun sugar. enjoy!

when it comes time to sing happy birthday, he'll teach anyone who wants to know how to sign the song in the language of the natives from reims. eat so much cake and try not to feed too much to the rude, table surfing dogs. ]

Edited 2018-12-16 23:02 (UTC)

[ yes, kamala is turning seventeen, but frank is still thinking in terms of kids parties. or maybe he just knows what she likes. either way - he has a mostly domesticated kirin left behind by a previous villager. there's a bit of snow on the ground still, but it's warmer today and he's happy to give anyone a ride on the animal, one he calls a 'horse-dragon.' creative as always. no one is too old to be led around on a pony, right? he doesn't just ask the teens if they want a ride, but literally anyone who came outside with them. make fun of him or ride the horse gleefully, you can't crack his spirit today! ]

[ if you've never played this game the concept is simple. it's like a timed 20 questions except everyone else knows what you are because there's a label on your forehead with a noun. it could be anything from popcorn to cruella deville. help your friends win or sabotage their fun. be a good sport or just get drunk until it's funny, whatever works! the only problem is a pitbull in a blue sweater might come up to you and try to eat the paper off your head. that just makes it more fun though, right?

after a few stupid games like this, it's time for presents and frank insists on bringing his out last because he knows it will end the party then and there. give your gifts or well wishes to kamala before being on your way! then it's time for the grand finale. and look it's yet another animal to add to the castle-khan-jones household. what a shocker!! yes, he knitted the baby sheep a big pink bow-scarf. shut up about it. you'll be able to hear kamala screaming all the way in the north village so if you weren't at the party already that might be your reason for stopping by now... ]

Edited 2018-12-16 23:28 (UTC)

[ don't forget to take a bag on your way out. if you were at the observer birthday party you might realize the bags are recycled from that event in all the scrubs colors as well as some of the items inside though these are handmade by frank himself of course. a hand-carved kazoo (it really works, annoy all your friends with it! frank sure will), hair ties made from the hems of scrub tops, a handmade soap in the shape of a heart, moon or star, spiced elk jerky and a hand-rolled joint. he might try to remember not to give drugs to the minors, but eh. (respond to these or make your own ota, whatever is clever!) ]

[ Little known fact: James Rhodes has never been to a party with a pony ride. It makes sense. The Rhodes' just weren't in that kind of income bracket, and he didn't meet Tony Stark until both of them were a little beyond the pony ride birthday celebration.

That said, he's not there because of the inexorable pull of ponies. He's there because this isn't a pony. It's some kind of Tolkienesque creature that would have thrilled the fuck out of his freshman roommate, a man who currently splits his time between fantasy cons and teaching chemical engineering at the university level. That is if he's not ash. Rhodey didn't think to check. ]

It looks like it should shit rainbows.

[ Look, give the man a break. He's only here because he heard a bloodcurdling scream. ]

[ that coaxes a snort out of frank who turns towards rhodey with his friend on a lead. the kirin tips its long neck inquisitively towards the new arrival, clearly curious about him. ]

You want a leg up, Colonel?

[The source of that scream is wandering up with this baby in her arms with a pink scarf around its neck, wrapped in the shape of a bow. She never had the whole pony ride birthday celebration before now either. As much as it is super extra, Frank had been right to think she'd love it.

It's zero surprise she came back over to either sneak in another ride or watch someone else do it before they go. She laughs softly at his comment.] Yeah this place has like every fantasy creature ever. It's kind of awesome.

[ Jess isn't at the party, she just lives here. For the season. Her plan had been to avoid the party altogether, sticking out winter in her dim, ugly little house, and instead she's hunkered on the stairs of Kamala's house and eating her birthday cake. Tucked onto the step behind her are a glass full of basement wine and rectangular gift, short but long, wrapped in pulpy homemade paper that's torn at several edges. It looked a little too tacky, concealing it in just torn book pages, it was a simple process of pulping it down and reintegrating it, and she had little cause to make candles anymore despite the same amount of time on her hands.

Most of her time will be lurking exactly there near the entrance but when no one is focused on the birthday girl, Jess slips into the party to find her and give her her present early (prior to games or goody bags). Afterward, she'll be trying to jacket up and sneak out the house, headed for the bunker prolly. ]

[Kamala is moving around like a good host. She'd been hoping to run into Jessica for a while now if only to let her know she's totally fine with her disappearing somewhere. This whole situation is a lot. She'd never ask for her to hang out long term just because it's her birthday.] Jess! I was starting to think you ran away...

[She cuts herself off to basically fulfill her role as the shoujo heroine who gets hearts in her eyes once she gets something she wants.] Early gift!

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[So she actually feels really weird about this. Sure, Kamala has a secret gift project going since like forever it seems like. There's a strong chance she's going to be giving them gifts soon. Still it's weird to be accepting things just as life gets tougher around here. Maybe it's healing in a way too to do something normal like celebrate a teenager's birthday when things have been so bleak in previous months.

Regardless, Kamala will be thanking everyone who has something to offer and reassuring anyone empty-handed that she's fine really. Having them around is enough for her.]

closed to Frank:

[She knows Frank is really drawing this out for a reason. Kamala wants to tell him to knock it off because one: he's already done an insane amount for her and two: she needs to know like now. Kamala may be bouncing a little in her seat once the last reveal comes. Yes, she screams as loud as she can once she sees the new addition to the family. She rushes over to hug them both.]

Babybabybaby- [She may be having a mental breakdown over this. No judgment. >( She leans down to give the baby sheep a surprisingly gentle hug before looking up at Frank.] Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[She moves to hug him next a lot less gently.]

[ he has to laugh, a rare and unbridled sound as he covers the sheeps ears then stands up to rub at his. that piercing scream probably would have scared the shit out of the sound eaters, why didn't they try that? make as much noise as possible, those fuckers. it's easy to think about what they could've or should've done in that place when this one follows none of the same rules, though it's just as challenging in its way. in the end, he can't be upset that they're together.

frank is sure she intends for the hug to be bone-crushing, but he obviously can't hug her back just as tight so he does the next best thing. he sweeps her up into his arms and spins her like she's legit five. ]

[ It is sort of the blindspot of the house. She would look more intimidating from the top of the back stairs but here it's easier for people to ignore her, once they're inside properly. Besides, her dogs are all too friendly. Someone's gotta be on guard duty.

For the most part, people have stopped trickling in, so Jess is contemplating abandoning her roost in search of Kamala when who should appear in front of her. Jess fakes a smile, same as she would for any event of Trish's if she had to crash it. ]

Uh, yeah. [ Shifting to reach behind her, she grabs the present and offers it the newly minted 17-year-old. ] I actually got it a while ago. It's still good, just maybe don't save it till the next special occasion.

[Billy hadn't had much notice, and in fairness he hasn't known Kamala for all that long, but she'd already been really nice and friendly to him, and you're only a teenager once, so efforts have been made. Efforts in the form of a macrame bracelet that's been dyed two shades of pink using beet juice. Not that he's trying to imply anything about her being a girl and girls having pink things, just...it seemed like a nice, bright color, and that reminded him a little of how cheery Kamala always was. The bracelet is wrapped in a scrap of green cloth, one that he offers to Kamala with a little smile.]

Hey, Kamala, happy--

[Aaaaand that's when he notices the lamb, immediately distracted and falling to his knees to look at the little critter with its bright bow.]

Oh my God, look at you--

[Is that his voice rising in pitch half an octave? Yes, yes it is. He's not even sorry a little.]

[She's definitely too old for this. Kamala is also too old to scream about cute things too. In the end, the advice she got on that post is pretty real. Being an adult or getting close to it legally speaking is what she makes of it. Instead of asserting what a grown up she is, Kamala just laughs in pure delight and waits for him to set her back down. This is fun. She's so happy right now that she can feel tears prick her eyes.]

[ frank kisses her forehead with a cartoony smack before letting her down to be with her baby, smiling softly though he doesn't even notice how goofy he's being. it's only after he sets her down that he sees the tears in her eyes, which instantly inspires tears to prick at his eyes. god, kamala, why. ]

Happy Birthday, sweetheart. [ his voice totally didn't tremble!!!!! shut up!!!!!! ]

So, I do believe I promised you a dress.

[ It took quite a bit of sneakthievery from empty houses to find fabric enough and a bit more to find dye that was blue enough for the embroidery about the cuffs and hems, but Zevran managed to find what he needed and made time to see the thing done. ]

Traditionally in Antiva when a Girl becomes a Lady there is a great deal more fanfare about her first proper gown but- we are not in Antiva and this, I think, is probably not your first gown but- Best wishes on your birthday, Kamala. [ Wrapping paper isn't a Thing in Antiva so he holds out the bundle, one that will unfurl into a long dress with floral embroidery about the cuffs and hem, gathered at the wrists and waist. ] If I need to take it in, I shall, but there are laces in the back so you might tighten it to fit comfortably.

[ Right, so. Shit month, sour mood? None of that has any place here. Tony's not much up for socializing properly because reasons but he can and will slip in long enough to hand off a package to Kamala, wrapped simply in worn paper covered in sketches and notes.

Tony manages a truly sincere smile at how fucking happy she is- and considering where they were before? This has to be an improvement, celebration wise. ] Happy birthday, kid.

[ a beat. ]

It's no Snapchat but- [ It's a necklace with spinning concentric rings, buffed and polished, the letter and number rings spin free around the spherical center medallion buffed and polished to a mirror shine. ] It's spinny and shiny and you can use it to write secret messages to your friends.

[ most people are heading home except for kamala's friends closer to her age. if jess is leaving maybe he should pop out and give them some time to hang out or whatever it is teenagers do in horror towns. he unfortunately has way too much experience with that by now. there's a joint in his pocket and he even managed to leave the dogs behind with minor fuss, though bruno was a near thing. he thinks he's given that poor creature separation anxiety by doting on him so much. it's almost as cold tonight as it was mild during the day and even with the jacket he'd made the croc-dog he'd probably be miserable out here. or that's his justification anyway for trying to snag some alone time. except he's not heading towards the park like he originally intended but falling into jessica's boot-tracks. when he's officially followed her for long enough to be weird, he calls after her, ] Bunker shift?

Edited (idk!!) 2018-12-17 13:04 (UTC)

[ She doesn't scamper off as early as she'd like to but it's not as unbearable a shindig as a fundraiser, charity event or birthday brunch. Plus she likes clocking who Kamala's friends are, IE who better not let her down. (Bievenue to the My Two Dads household.) There's definitely no place for her once people start coming up to the birthday girl for goodbyes, so Jess gets away while she's harried with dispensing gratitude. She expects anyone who filters out shortly after her to merely be going her way until she takes a look over her shoulder.

Should've known. It didn't feel like they were on her tracks that coincidentally but she wrote it off as paranoia. Paranoia and Frank sense are basically the same thing. Jess slows in her steps so calling back doesn't require as much power. ]

Could be. Depends who's down there. [ If anyone. Jess checks the census almost as much as she uses it: Not at all. In her defense, she keeps meaning to, but in defense of reality, that's just her excuse for not bothering. ]

[ he nods, using her slowed gait to catch up without looking too thirsty. just the right amount, maybe. hopefully. ]

Yeah, I never looked at those things either.

[ the sign-up sheets. if he does any "shifts" they're at the fountain but it's whenever he finds himself there, he's learned his lesson ascribing his name to shit. ]

Uh. [ in reims there was none of this awkwardness. other awkwardness, sure, but if he wanted to follow jessica he would just follow jessica. here he has to at least ask. but after how many times she's run off on him, his eight ball is casting a solid "outlook not so good" or maybe that's just the queasy feeling churning in his guts. ] You mind if I tag along?

[ oh wait, he actually has a bargaining chip. he lifts his eyebrows as he comes up next to her and holds up the j-wrap from his pocket. what about now???? ]

[ In Reims, there was always someone following Jessica, whether they knew it or not. All Kilgrave had to do was ask who had seen her that day and then demand the details, so having Frank as a second shadow, eyes on her six, made survivalist sense. Both for her and the dumb fucks who wouldn't learn their lesson and look the other way as soon as they saw her, Big Murderer on the French word for Campus. In the village, she doesn't need it, but the moron mill might. No offense to everyone, she just can't afford to assume the best of people, should the worst of persons show his smarmy ferret face around here. ]

I don't if you don't. [ Cool dad move, giving Kamala some space. With all her teen friends, unsupervised, surrounded by Jessica's empty bottles? Who knows what they could get up to! Jess's dry sideways glance turns into a double take, stuck on the joint between his fingers. ] You and-- Do you even smoke this shit?

[ She snatches it to appraise his handiwork. ]

[ he takes that to mean yes and falls easily in at her side, this - walking with her - still feels natural. even if she's right in thinking the reasoning behind it sucked. everything about reims sucked and he needs to keep that in perspective here. there's blaine, but he's no kilgrave. and it's nothing he wants jessica to concern herself with especially. frank relinquishes the joint so she can examine it with a snort for her question. he shakes his head though that's not his answer!! he forgets they barely speak here, honestly. that she hasn't been there for every moment at his side, just like this. somehow, it feels like she has. ]

Not a lot. [ but it's a serviceable wrap, if not the prettiest. another thing kira had showed frank before fucking off like everyone eventually seems to. ] I take it you didn't find the one I left you yet.

[ that can be a surprise for later then. ]

Edited (stupid distracting dog!!!!!) 2018-12-17 21:45 (UTC)

I found it. [ That didn't miraculously give her a clue what to do with it. Managing the shame of her addiction around Kamala is fun enough; she's not keen to fill the house with pot smoke. It's too cold to walk without her hands shoved into her pockets and bunker duty is the closest thing she has to a job around here. Now that she has a lock on half-assing it, what use is messing with the rhythm? Jess just rolled open the nightstand drawer and dropped the joint in and that's likely where this one would end up, too. Jess offers it back to him. ]

I think I'm a one intoxicant kinda girl. Don't be offended, though: I drank a bunch of wine.

[ oh my god jess!!!! just use your words. (ha-ha) he does look offended for a second, but it's not for any of the reasons she thinks and he's not actually serious anyway. he takes his drugs back with a little snatch, more playful than truly annoyed. ]

I was gonna smoke it alone.

[ so he still can, the company will just be... company. it's a bit windy so he has to stop in order to light the thing, but at least these new fire powers are convenient though he still carries around his flint for the moment it disappears. he's all too familiar with the way these things work now, even if (as usual) no one will listen to him, even those who have been here far longer than himself. he turns to shield himself from the wintery breeze and snaps his fingers, a flame springing up between his thumb and forefinger as he holds it up to the joint stuck in his teeth. it might be the first time he manages to start the damn thing without coughing - scoring all the cool points today. though, of course, jess didn't wait for him so now he has to trot through the crunchy snow to catch up, not exactly stealth. ]

Did it get better as you went? [ the wine he means. it was his first attempt!!! he's gonna try again soon. ]

Got it! [She's grabbing that as quickly and politely as she can. It's a gift from Jessica, the hardest nut to crack ever. How can she not appreciate it? Of course once she's torn it open and sees the contents....

Kamala has another mini-meltdown. Not as epic as the baby sheep one, of course. That's enough to lure Marvel heroes in. This is some much quieter screaming that is still very much screaming.] CHOCOLATE!!!!

[And she's gonna tackle hug Jess without any warning. Sorry not sorry.]

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