you learned to breathe underwater —

[gasping]

WHO: caroline forbes & you!
WHERE: the safehouse
WHEN: october 10
WHAT: an impromptu birthday celebration.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: excessive cheeriness.

[ by mid-day, a new message appears on the network from a new user, @caroline.forbes: ]

It's my birthday, apparently, so I made cake. Please don't make me eat all of it!

[ it's a fairly short message, but it's at least accompanied by a few photos of a cake, surprisingly delicious looking for being made of everything but chocolate.

those in the safehouse will have likely heard caroline baking up a storm all morning, and may be aware that the photos show her fourth attempt at this extremely finicky futuristic cake. by the time she posts her photos, all the evidence has been scrubbed clean from the countertops (and dishes and floor and tabletops and trash cans) of the safehouse kitchen. ]

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ooc note: feel free to have your character reply on the network, come by in person, or a combination thereof. this post is a combo pack because i didn't feel like making a network and log post on the same day. #lazy

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[revvedup]

[ they can leave now, but max has ended up sticking to the safehouse for the time being, venturing outside occasionally to see what she can of the city and survey her options as far as jobs and living situations go. she arrives back in the afternoon, a little after caroline's already posted her invitation, and ventures into the kitchen after it's already been cleaned, the cake set out invitingly on the table. ]

I came in here hoping for more potatoes, but this looks way better.

[gasping]

Yeah?

[ potatoes are top-dollar snack food. fried, mashed, boiled in a stew. as long as they're salty, caroline is down. she honestly prefers salty to sweet most of the time... but birthdays required cake, and so there was cake. ]

Knock yourself out, please, I'm so not going to be able to eat all of it.

[ okay, maybe she could, but she won't. ]

[revvedup]

[ max would have to agree, though she generally prefers sweet if she's being forced to choose. she's from a time where most people are forced to get creative when it comes to their indulgences, but she's never seen anyone create anything quite like this. ]

Gladly. Thanks. [ she looks around for a clean plate and fork, possibly two. ] Did you already have some?

[gasping]

I had some of the others. [ the now-destroyed original batches, of which there were three. they didn't pass muster. ] Really, though, I'm super full. Help yourself.

[ explaining that she could eat that entire cake and still be hungry later is probably too much on the weird side to say without getting questioned about it. her teen metabolism had been good, but not that good. ]