[OPEN] apple pie is officially banned from this party, aka Steve Rogers' birthday

[anotheroldsoldier]

who: ANYONE
what: 616 Bucky, Peggy, and 616 Tony throw a birthday party for Steve.
when: July 4th, afternoon into the evening
where: A nice park
warnings: Birthday fun. :v


Steve Rogers, former (and still) Captain America, was born on the Fourth. It was pretty much fated. That said, he deserves a party that has nothing to do with Independence Day, and that's what Bucky, Tony, and Peggy set out to do. They rented a nice little park with some good open, grassy space perfect for a pick-up game of football (American, of course). On one end of the park, in the relative shade of a couple of large trees, they've set up two long tables - one for food, and one to deposit presents for the birthday boy on. The picnic tables already in the park have nice blue tablecloths to eat on. A banner hung between the trees proclaims, "Happy Birthday, Steve!", in blue letters on white.

The decor tries to stay away from Fourth of July colors - there isn't a speck of red, just shades of blue and white, and it's all very put-together and classy looking (thank you, Peggy and Tony). It's the sort of party they thought Steve would want, outdoorsy and casual, just a gathering of friends and whoever else wants to come by to wish the birthday boy a happy one.

Invites
Invitations have mostly been word of mouth and texts sent to people Steve is friends with, nothing too fancy. They just say to drop by and wish Steve a happy birthday, have some food, and spend some time hanging out; Rogers wouldn't want anything fancy anyway. That said, they won't turn anybody away from the barbecue if someone decides to just crash the party, as long the behavior stays respectful.

Food
The food is mostly standard American barbecue fare. Two large grills have been set up near the tables and someone (often Bucky) is usually cooking on them - an array of burgers, hot dogs, steaks, even some ribs and chicken. Side dishes are laid out on the food table, the usual simple things. Here and around the picnic tables are a good place to mingle; there's plenty of food for everyone, and metal tubs full of ice and bottled soft drinks. There isn't much alcohol present at this party, though, just one of the tubs set aside with beers in it.

There's also a massive cake for Steve, with close to a hundred candles dotting its layers - Bucky's idea, payback for the time he couldn't see his own cake for all the candles.

Tossin' the Old Pigskin
They're all (mostly) adults here, so there aren't 'party games' necessarily, but there are a couple of footballs and some frisbees in the grass for anyone who wants to play a game in the lush field. Just be careful if the heavy hitters decide to arrange a game, it could get pretty out of hand.

Comments

Angela ¤ ota

[hevenly]

[ Why is Angela here? Who thought that would be a good idea? Why, you would have to ask Anthony Stark, of course. The erstwhile Asgardian princess hasn't bright a present, because she doesn't give gifts without the expectation of something in return, but she participates in the sporting events, even if she may not know the rules, and eats her fair share of grilled meats.

She still is terrible at small talk, so if anyone wishes to speak to her, they'll have to be the one to initiate conversation. She'll just be sat at a picnic table, poking at the specially reinforced phone that Stark gave her. ]

[aeturnus]

So, this Steve guy is way more popular than I would have thought.

[ Lots of people he knows showing up here, that's for sure. Here's Cain sitting at the same table nearby with his own food. ]

[hevenly]

[ Angela looks up from her phone when Jacob Kane speaks, setting the device down and picking up a hot dog once more, staring at it perplexedly, then putting it back down again. ]

Is he? I do not know him.

[ She looks around the gathering, trying to judge some sense of scale based on the number of people in attendance. As someone who doesn't regularly go to parties, she has nothing to compare it to. ]

[aeturnus]

Then what did you come for?

[ Part of him wants to ask if she owes someone a favor and they've got a weird sense of humor, but he sets that aside for now. ]

[hevenly]

[ Angela gestures towards where Anthony Stark stands nearby, chatting easily with some other guest. ]

He invited me.

[aeturnus]

[ Cain follows her motion, then laughs and shakes his head. ]

Figures. He invited me, too, but turns out I know the birthday boy anyway so it worked out.

[hevenly]

Then you are one step closer than I.

[ She peers down again at her hot dog, and points a finger at it. ]

Tell me, is this actually dog meat?

[aeturnus]

It's not. Depending on where they got it, could be worse or could be better. They just kind of look like a type of dog that got popular around the same time as it did.

[hevenly]

[ Angela considers this, and decides to forgo the hot dog for now. ]

They should not have given it such a deceptive name.

[aeturnus]

It's iconic, not meant to talk about the type of meat but the shape it took.

[hevenly]

It makes the food unappealing.

[aeturnus]

You like dogs?

[hevenly]

They make for good hunting companions.

[aeturnus]

[ He can't help the slight tension that comes to his shoulders. For a very long time now, he was able to school his reactions into completely internal but that stupid Chalice... digging up memories from so long ago and bringing everything around it to the forefront—well. Fuck dogs, really. Hunting dogs especially. ]

They're good for that, absolutely. Would it help if you considered it named that after the dogs that helped hunt the meat?

[hevenly]

[ Angela notices a shift in Jacob's posture, but does not think to comment on it. ]

Perhaps. If it may taste worse than dog meat, though, I am still loathe to try it.

[aeturnus]

Well, now that's just speculation. Give it a shot.

[hevenly]

[ Setting her mouth into a hard line, Angela picks up the hot dog-- devoid of any condiments-- and takes a tentative bite. ]

It is... not bad.

[aeturnus]

[ His brows go up and he just grins. ]

See? What's in a name. It's gonna be the same thing no matter what you call it.

[hevenly]

[ Angela takes another bite, not waiting to swallow before she says, ] I still say it's a bad name.

[aeturnus]

Yeah, Americans might not be the greatest at naming things.

[hevenly]

That, I believe.

[ Once you come across the city of West New York, New Jersey, you marvel at how people name things. ]

[aeturnus]

[ He laughs. ]

Not that other languages or cultures are always better but at least they're different. Maybe I'm just getting Americocentric lately. I should go traveling when I get home.

[hevenly]

I've had enough of traveling, myself. [ After having been to a Badoon prison world and back, she'd been looking forward to spending some quality time with Sera in their apartment in Brooklyn. ]

[aeturnus]

Yeah? Where all have you been?

[hevenly]

I have hunted in the wilds of the Endworlds. I have walked through fire in Vanaheim, outrun dark elves in Svartalfheim, challenged the ruler of Hel to combat for her throne and won. Most recently, I escaped imprisonment on a Badoon-controlled planet, then went to Moord, the Badoon homeworld, and decapitated their leader.

[ She'd been looking forward to a nice, quiet return to Brooklyn when she was pulled through the portal here. ]