[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

[dothelokimotion]

. . . No. I do not think so.

[aeturnus]

[ At that, he'll let his expression shift into a smile. ]

Then I'm sure your time's a pretty good gift.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki huffs. ]

We shall see.

[aeturnus]

If nothing else, you came, you saw. You could probably end up with a t-shirt from somewhere.

[dothelokimotion]

A T-shirt? Why?

[aeturnus]

It's a joke, generally means you grab some souvenir as proof you actually did something.

[dothelokimotion]

So mortals punctuate their lives with meaningless objects and milestones?

[aeturnus]

Close enough. It's proof that they lived, did something, whatever it was. Even if it was small. More helpful than you'd think.

[dothelokimotion]

We measure ourselves in deed and song.

[ Not always well-written song. ]

[aeturnus]

So just different ways of it. Your memories probably keep longer than mortals do.

[dothelokimotion]

They do.

[ Well. Mostly. Loki's memories are a hot mess. ]

[aeturnus]

I've already had to start keeping journals.

[ "Already". He's twenty-eight hundred years old, of course his memory's giving out in places by now. ]

Do the songs help where memories don't?

[dothelokimotion]

Perhaps? I know the art, but I was never fond of it. You would ask a better historian than I. As often as I kept up my knowledge, I did not keep record.

[ Loki liked to learn. He's a nerdy, bookish type deep down. ]

[aeturnus]

It's not a huge concern of mine. If nothing else, I could give it a go and check back in a few hundred years.

So, your people really don't keep collections? [ He pauses. Judging by their closeness with Norse culture... ] Aside from the presumed symbols of victory they probably keep around.

[dothelokimotion]

[ His nose scrunches up. ]

There are certainly plenty of those. We have our literature, but I do not think we hoard much. Only the King keeps such things.

[aeturnus]

Sounds... plain. Very plain.

[ aka boring. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki frowns, caught between arguing or agreeing. ]

I'm not too familiar with how the peasantry lived on Asgard. My view might be biased.

[aeturnus]

[ He allows that, tips his head. ]

Fair enough. Guess there's an elegance in simplicity but it never feels very lived to me. That might just be my own preference, though.

[dothelokimotion]

[ His frown doesn't dissipate, but his attention is clearly not focused on Cain. ]

Possibly.

[aeturnus]

[ Cain watches that look, then tilts his head and turns toward another area of the party. ]

Have you tried the cake yet?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki eyes the cake like it might be a mass murderer in disguise. He promised Steve he'd try to eat more, but the effort involved was too much sometimes. ]

No. Yourself?

[aeturnus]

[ That look gets a wry one in return and he shakes his head. ]

Not yet. I mean, I could taste-test and make sure it's not poison or anything if you're worried.

[dothelokimotion]

I do not think it will be poisoned. I simply am not . . . invested.

[aeturnus]

[ That's an interesting word for it. ]

Not big into sweets, or just... Have you actually had human cake before?

[dothelokimotion]

I know what a cake is. And I've had them.

[ He runs a hand through his hair. ]

I mostly have a hard time deriving pleasure from it.

[ When you're maniacal and all your effort is poured into winning a throne, everything else ceases to exist. ]