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basic_powers) wrote2011-10-05 11:50 pm
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...how kids plan parties...
If they're dreamers, they want bouncy castles and pony rides and giant tigers.
If they're the children of superheroes, oddly enough they still want those things, but you can't find a good pony that resists nuclear radiation as Tyler's learned. So, in the interest of keeping things simple and within his budget, a party has come together in the backyard of the house of one Augustus Fenwick.
Inside, there's plenty of soda in the fridge, and bowls of chips, dips, crackers, pretzels and ofcourse candy and little paper favor bags. The coffee table between the couch and TV already has one large present wrapped in brown paper (decorated with green watercolor cats) and an absolutely HUGE box wrapped in a myriad of wrapping papers next to it.
Outside in the fenced backyard is a good sized stick, branch and log structure, waiting to be set on fire as soon as the sun really starts to set, and that isn't that far off as the afternoon sunlight reveals. There's a kid in a black trenchcoat that looks about eight sizes too big poking about said structure as Tyler holds open the door for the guests. And decorating the walls, counter top are little decorated brown-paper flags saying 'Happy Birthday Nepeta!" in green letters.
If they're the children of superheroes, oddly enough they still want those things, but you can't find a good pony that resists nuclear radiation as Tyler's learned. So, in the interest of keeping things simple and within his budget, a party has come together in the backyard of the house of one Augustus Fenwick.
Inside, there's plenty of soda in the fridge, and bowls of chips, dips, crackers, pretzels and ofcourse candy and little paper favor bags. The coffee table between the couch and TV already has one large present wrapped in brown paper (decorated with green watercolor cats) and an absolutely HUGE box wrapped in a myriad of wrapping papers next to it.
Outside in the fenced backyard is a good sized stick, branch and log structure, waiting to be set on fire as soon as the sun really starts to set, and that isn't that far off as the afternoon sunlight reveals. There's a kid in a black trenchcoat that looks about eight sizes too big poking about said structure as Tyler holds open the door for the guests. And decorating the walls, counter top are little decorated brown-paper flags saying 'Happy Birthday Nepeta!" in green letters.
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Nepeta has been coached about blowing out the candles; she manages it in one go, and proceeds to carve up the cake into slices with alarming efficiency and glee.
And somewhat later, she's tearing open wrapping paper in much the same fashion.
(Even if she isn't using her claws for either.)
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It's not like he's nervous or anything.
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No wrapping paper means it's easy to open.
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It's a movie with ...
oh.
Oh my.
Nepeta's eyes GLEAM.
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Truth to tell, Nepeta's almost as excited about the giant box itself as she is about what it might contain. Only the paper's getting shredded; the box gets opened very carefully.
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Or Carpet Ships.
"...you sure she's going to like those?" Nepeta might catch the black-haired kid whispering that to Tyler just now.
For his part...Tyler doesn't answer and just waits with a faint smile.
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The resultant sound is that high-pitched keen of delight best described as squee.
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(Shredshredshred.)
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And throws her arms around the giant plush cat's neck, burying her face in its fur.
(It doesn't feel like Pounce; there's no hard muscle under the soft fur, no warmth, no beating heart, no rumbling purr. It doesn't smell like Pounce.)
(It's enough to make her tear up anyway.)
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Nepeta wastes no time in pulling apart the butcher paper. (The tinsel gets coiled up and stowed safely away somewhere.)
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She picks up the brightly colored ... things first. They look a little like grist, but they're the wrong shape for that.
They're pretty, though!
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She'll watch a little nervously when Nepeta gets to it.
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To Julie: "Are these furom you?"
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Nepeta studies the cover illustration.