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deercountry2021-12-16 08:50 pm
arclightning) wrote in deercountry2021-12-16 08:50 pm
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it's the solstice
Who: Mako, Wu, & close CR
What: They might be in a different world, but the solstice is the solstice, and that means it's time to feed everyone you care about, if you're Mako
When: Night of December 21st
Where: Mako and Wu's loft above the Raccoon Room
Content warnings: Sadness from potential memory-share stuff, homesickness, mentions of Mako and Bo's dead parents
© TESSISAMESS
If you have close CR with Mako or Wu, in the days leading up to the Winter Solstice—December 21st—you may have gotten a small text invite in your inbox. A few simple lines inviting you to the Raccoon Room on the night of the 21st for dinner "because it's the solstice." Normally the Raccoon Room is closed early in the week, but on the 21st they've opened it up.
They're actually having people over in the loft above the Raccoon Room, and their living space is decked out in lanterns and candles to keep out the long darkness. Snow falls quietly outside, but in here it's warm and it smells like ginger and pepper. Wu's put on a few scratchy records in the background. Here and there, Winter Mournings are hung, not quite out of reach. It's very easy to accidentally or purposefully touch one.
If anyone comes in early enough, Mako is still at the counter with his sleeves rolled up, rolling dumplings, covered in rice flour. Maybe help him cook? He's looking better than he was early in the month: his skin is the correct pallor without that odd gray cast, and there's no smoke rolling off his body, so that... has to be good!
For the later arrivals, Mako's made dinner, which means hot tangyuan in gingery broth, an entire bowl of mushroom noodles for sharing, and a simmering pot of broth for people to cook things in, as well as a lot of a tangy sauce that Mako gets kind of cagey about when people try. Sit down, enjoy some hot pot! It's a time to be together, after all.
[ ooc: tag around, top-level, have a good time! ]
What: They might be in a different world, but the solstice is the solstice, and that means it's time to feed everyone you care about, if you're Mako
When: Night of December 21st
Where: Mako and Wu's loft above the Raccoon Room
Content warnings: Sadness from potential memory-share stuff, homesickness, mentions of Mako and Bo's dead parents
If you have close CR with Mako or Wu, in the days leading up to the Winter Solstice—December 21st—you may have gotten a small text invite in your inbox. A few simple lines inviting you to the Raccoon Room on the night of the 21st for dinner "because it's the solstice." Normally the Raccoon Room is closed early in the week, but on the 21st they've opened it up.
They're actually having people over in the loft above the Raccoon Room, and their living space is decked out in lanterns and candles to keep out the long darkness. Snow falls quietly outside, but in here it's warm and it smells like ginger and pepper. Wu's put on a few scratchy records in the background. Here and there, Winter Mournings are hung, not quite out of reach. It's very easy to accidentally or purposefully touch one.
If anyone comes in early enough, Mako is still at the counter with his sleeves rolled up, rolling dumplings, covered in rice flour. Maybe help him cook? He's looking better than he was early in the month: his skin is the correct pallor without that odd gray cast, and there's no smoke rolling off his body, so that... has to be good!
For the later arrivals, Mako's made dinner, which means hot tangyuan in gingery broth, an entire bowl of mushroom noodles for sharing, and a simmering pot of broth for people to cook things in, as well as a lot of a tangy sauce that Mako gets kind of cagey about when people try. Sit down, enjoy some hot pot! It's a time to be together, after all.
[ ooc: tag around, top-level, have a good time! ]
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[ Mako's eyes are still closed. He's still half-lost in the smell of this thing, but talking about Pthumerians and Patrons is a reminder of where he really is: in his kitchen, in Trench, with probably a bunch of people coming over and food to finish. With a quiet huff, Mako opens his eyes again and sets the thing carefully on the counter. ]
Help me finish chopping stuff for the hotpot while you're here.
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This feels good. This feels like how it should. Like everything is going to be okay, and he slides right back into place at his brother’s side.
One last order of business, though.]
Oh- I haven’t got to tell you yet. I moved in with Lance and his buddy Hunk. So that’s all taken care of.
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[ Mako's taken slightly by surprise with that. He hadn't know what he expected—for Bolin to move in with them? Obviously not, there's no room. For him to get his own place, maybe, but...
After he gets used to the idea, Mako smiles a little. ]
You have your own room? How much of it did you have to bend yourself?
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[Such a jerk, but he quips back without heat. Surely the joke is just extra proof that they’re okay again.]
You sound surprised. I know it’s hard to believe but I’m a popular guy. I’ve had a lot of offers, you know.
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You gonna start bringing your screaming fans back to your new place?
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