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ataraxionlogs2015-03-23 11:21 pm
but_civilization) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-03-23 11:21 pm
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Happy Spaceversary!
CHARACTERS: Combeferre, Eponine, and YOU. Seriously. It’s a little party to celebrate Eponine but anyone is welcome!
LOCATION: Chez Combeferre and Eponine
WARNINGS: Probably schmoopy coupley stuff but nothing else so far! I’ll update as it progresses!
SUMMARY: Eponine’s been here a year! Combeferre’s prepared food with no one dying! There is cake! It’s a day of miracles!
NOTES:
It had taken a bit of maneuvering around the ship, and sneaking through kitchenette cabinets on several levels to find the ingredients he needed, but Combeferre was determined to do something nice to celebrate a very special occasion, indeed. It’s been a year since someone special walked into his life, and showed him how to be happy, once again. As of the latest Jump, he’d been reminded of it, and had been working on ideas and tracking the supplies down in slow increments so that it could be a complete surprise.
Now, though, he’s about all set. The recipe he found has been prepared, he followed all of the directions and didn't get distracted, and, since the microwave was not involved, the biggest problem he had was the mess he cleaned up before decorating his masterpiece. And afterwards, actually. The kitchen counters may still be a little sticky, in spots, even though he wiped them down quite a bit when everything was completely done.
Now, as Eponine comes back into their quarters, and if any other friends should happen to want to join them as well, he has a special surprise prepared. There’s a somewhat lopsided cake,
along with a bottle of decent wine, and a pitcher of kool aid all arranged on the clean desk in their quarters. Beside the wine, there is a lumpy little package wrapped in a spare pale blue handkerchief and tied with a ribbon Eponine can use in her hair later. Inside there is, well, not much
, but it’s something he’s made all the same, pilfering threads from various places around the ship, and it does prove the thought, at least. Lastly, there are wildflowers, picked from the Oxygen garden and arranged in an old wine bottle, for a bit of decoration.
A banner proclaiming the legend “1 Year!” is taped to the wall above the desk, and Combeferre is standing near it, smiling and setting out a mismatched assortment of cups and saucers that serve as plates in case someone else happens to drop by. For the meantime, everything is fine though, and he’s waiting, eagerly, for Eponine’s arrival, though anyone is welcome to stop by the impromptu party all the same.
LOCATION: Chez Combeferre and Eponine
WARNINGS: Probably schmoopy coupley stuff but nothing else so far! I’ll update as it progresses!
SUMMARY: Eponine’s been here a year! Combeferre’s prepared food with no one dying! There is cake! It’s a day of miracles!
NOTES:
It had taken a bit of maneuvering around the ship, and sneaking through kitchenette cabinets on several levels to find the ingredients he needed, but Combeferre was determined to do something nice to celebrate a very special occasion, indeed. It’s been a year since someone special walked into his life, and showed him how to be happy, once again. As of the latest Jump, he’d been reminded of it, and had been working on ideas and tracking the supplies down in slow increments so that it could be a complete surprise.
Now, though, he’s about all set. The recipe he found has been prepared, he followed all of the directions and didn't get distracted, and, since the microwave was not involved, the biggest problem he had was the mess he cleaned up before decorating his masterpiece. And afterwards, actually. The kitchen counters may still be a little sticky, in spots, even though he wiped them down quite a bit when everything was completely done.
Now, as Eponine comes back into their quarters, and if any other friends should happen to want to join them as well, he has a special surprise prepared. There’s a somewhat lopsided cake,
along with a bottle of decent wine, and a pitcher of kool aid all arranged on the clean desk in their quarters. Beside the wine, there is a lumpy little package wrapped in a spare pale blue handkerchief and tied with a ribbon Eponine can use in her hair later. Inside there is, well, not much, but it’s something he’s made all the same, pilfering threads from various places around the ship, and it does prove the thought, at least. Lastly, there are wildflowers, picked from the Oxygen garden and arranged in an old wine bottle, for a bit of decoration. A banner proclaiming the legend “1 Year!” is taped to the wall above the desk, and Combeferre is standing near it, smiling and setting out a mismatched assortment of cups and saucers that serve as plates in case someone else happens to drop by. For the meantime, everything is fine though, and he’s waiting, eagerly, for Eponine’s arrival, though anyone is welcome to stop by the impromptu party all the same.