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kaisou2022-02-01 11:51 am
drewthetower) wrote in kaisou2022-02-01 11:51 am
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food glorious food [open]
WHO: August, his aunts, and Literally Everyone
WHERE: August's very small house
WHEN: Early February
WHAT: His aunts are in town, that means food, which means his aunts told August to invite people over, which means he is inviting folks from the Zodiac app
WARNINGS: August swears? Like a lot?
aunts are here. if you can see this you're invited to food. feel free to bring your own dishes, Marianne'll love that
actually if you're veg or gluten-free you might wanna bring something, Marriane never met a meat she didn't like and this kitchen ain't GF-friendly by virtue of me loving bread
August's place looks about like you'd expect a college kid's rental to look: small, not the newest, and hilariously crowded. It does have two bedrooms, but only technically. The second bedroom is tiny, and is also where August technically sleeps.
What? Did you think he wasn't going to turn the master bedroom into his craft room? Please.
When you arrive, you'll be greeted by one of three things:
-Julian cawing happily and landing on your head (if he knows you personally)
-Marianne (small, a bit rowdy, always eager to embarrass August or Cat) calling out to August in French, August replying in French, and then Catherine (taller, calmer, and always ready to bemoan why both her wife and nephew-son are wimps) sighing and turning to you with a "hi, you must be friends of August!"
-the above, but with loud and colorful swearing from the kitchen instead of Marianne and August bickering. Listen long enough and you'll probably learn to swear in another three languages!
If you brought food, Cat'll take it and set it on August's tiny table or the card table they brought because they know their son. If you didn't, Cat will point out the stuff already laid out--and there is a lot. On top of the typical relish tray and other snack-y foods, there's already three types of salad, two kinds of soup, a pot of chili, a crockpot full of very fancy cheese dip, another crockpot full of hot cider, a third that seems to be full of some kind of bean dish, and whatever else Marianne is making.
If asked why they brought so much food for what was likely going to be just August, August will say "they're empty-nesters" before dodging whatever Cat is throwing at him for that pun while Marianne cackles in the background.
WHERE: August's very small house
WHEN: Early February
WHAT: His aunts are in town, that means food, which means his aunts told August to invite people over, which means he is inviting folks from the Zodiac app
WARNINGS: August swears? Like a lot?
aunts are here. if you can see this you're invited to food. feel free to bring your own dishes, Marianne'll love that
actually if you're veg or gluten-free you might wanna bring something, Marriane never met a meat she didn't like and this kitchen ain't GF-friendly by virtue of me loving bread
August's place looks about like you'd expect a college kid's rental to look: small, not the newest, and hilariously crowded. It does have two bedrooms, but only technically. The second bedroom is tiny, and is also where August technically sleeps.
What? Did you think he wasn't going to turn the master bedroom into his craft room? Please.
When you arrive, you'll be greeted by one of three things:
-Julian cawing happily and landing on your head (if he knows you personally)
-Marianne (small, a bit rowdy, always eager to embarrass August or Cat) calling out to August in French, August replying in French, and then Catherine (taller, calmer, and always ready to bemoan why both her wife and nephew-son are wimps) sighing and turning to you with a "hi, you must be friends of August!"
-the above, but with loud and colorful swearing from the kitchen instead of Marianne and August bickering. Listen long enough and you'll probably learn to swear in another three languages!
If you brought food, Cat'll take it and set it on August's tiny table or the card table they brought because they know their son. If you didn't, Cat will point out the stuff already laid out--and there is a lot. On top of the typical relish tray and other snack-y foods, there's already three types of salad, two kinds of soup, a pot of chili, a crockpot full of very fancy cheese dip, another crockpot full of hot cider, a third that seems to be full of some kind of bean dish, and whatever else Marianne is making.
If asked why they brought so much food for what was likely going to be just August, August will say "they're empty-nesters" before dodging whatever Cat is throwing at him for that pun while Marianne cackles in the background.
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[It's one of the few he uses in real life since...it's a good one, honestly.]
And yes, yay. [. . .] Mirabel mentioned something like that--everything okay?
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[Why is the future like this August? He shifts, uneasy.]
It's...complicated. Things are better now, but they...definitely weren't for a long time.
cw: lots of swearing???
[Not sorry Jun.]
I see. Well, like I said: good news is things are gonna keep getting better for a while. Now, hopefully you don't get the same fucking card as everyone else...
[August flips the last card and promptly swears. Loudly.]
Ten of fucking Cups, fucking reversed, this goddamn motherfucking--
August!
Sorry!
Re: cw: lots of swearing???
[Jun is going to teach him all the things which will make everyone around him have a much more difficult life!
He watches with soft amusement- because this, at least, is something he's used to. Cruddy predictions no one likes are his bread and butter at this point. He sits back, brows raising.]
Not what you wanted, huh? Is this...what everyone's getting?
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[You're a cool guy but also.]
Mirabel is probably not having relationship trouble. I sure as hell am not. So why the fuck.
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[He considers.]
And no, I don't think Mirabel has that sort of trouble, either.
[God, he HOPES not. He's still trying to nagivate parenting a teenager without adding romance to the mix. ]
Hmmm, so if everyone is getting it, even if they're not in a place to...worry about that. It's...odd. Especially if the rest of your cards are working okay.
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My aunts got totally normal readings, so it's gotta be something about...Kaisou, maybe?
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Oh. Hmmm. Maybe? I mean- I definitely didn't understand the electric rat thing my vision showed? Though what that has to do with romance I don't think I could guess.
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[Just saying.]
This is just--it's frustrating. I can usually figure out what the fuck the cards are hinting at but this? Fuck no.
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[And if Bruno says something is weird...well, it's really weird.]
I understand. My visions are always clear and they're never wrong. [The only time they'd ever given him pause was Mirabel's and that was...complicated.] This place? It feels like I'm half-blind.
Frustrating is definitely the word for it.
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[But does he really want it? His entire life his worth has been bound to his gift. A gift that's made him ostracized for the vast majority of his life. A gift that's been actually painful and exhausting to bear. He's frustrated by the lack of clarity, but does he really miss it?
Of course, the really useful comment hits home. That's what it always is, isn't it? Being useful. He thought he was finally getting past this, but it turns out those skeletons will tumble out of his closet if he wants them to or not. His shoulders sag, his expression fading.]
...Yeah. Yeah, I guess it would be, huh?
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Kinda, but eh. Just ignore me, I'm frustrated because this is weird. I've dealt with weird vague bullshit for twenty-two years, this really should be nothing.
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Hah...I guess you're used to it, huh? [God, how much easier would his life have been if his visions were vague? The pressure would have been definitely off. Or at least...less.]
But it's still frustrating. Especially when we don't know how dangerous things can be here.
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[August stops mid-sentence and just sort of stares at nothing, lost in thought or something. Julian seems only vaguely concerned by this, so he's probably not dying?]
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It's...okay if you don't wanna talk about it. I get it. Moms are...difficult.
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No, no, it's not that, just...hey, what do your visions look like when you have them?
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Oh. It's...[hmmmm how to explain them] I get surrounded by sand, and everything turns green, like the colour of my vision glass? Images move in the sand and that's what I see- it's...well, it's either super vague or pretty clear, but these days it's definitely more on the vague side of things. But it's like watching a scene play out. Silently. In sand.
...Green, glowing sand.
[DOES THAT HELP? Does that give a good image? He's not sure. ]
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[Just. Not mentioning his mom.]
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...Wow you did? How? Did you...go through the big gate or something?
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[Honestly that's something halfway normal to hear about for a change!]
Well. It sounds like maybe whatever is in there was just trying to protect you? Push you away from possibly being dragged into something worse.
[That is a move Casita could and has pulled on the family before now. When it collapsed, it made sure they all got out alive. ]
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You might be right. Of course, I got my ass further kicked by Marianne after they found me so...six of one, half dozen of another?
[Humor! A coping mechanism!]
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[It's not a very convincing laugh, he's trying his best here.]
Like- metaphorically or-
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