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» caroline forbes ([personal profile] gasping) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-03-17 01:14 pm

you learned to breathe underwater —

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. ]




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
mercurio: ❥ponponpon (067)

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-04-03 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
No- what? Eos is the planet I come from. Which, yes, I know it isn't Earth, but also it has a lot of similar things to Earth according to the people I've been talking to.

[he takes another bite, chewing around the thick layer of cake.]

...uh.

[he scrunches his nose a bit]

There's a lot of things that are kind of unbelievable in this place...
mercurio: ❥famira (153)

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-04-14 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno how to count space-distance.

[all these questions that she isn't asking him are being answered by a mild, irrefutable shrug, eating some more of the cake. he's all about watching what he eats -- but boy, is he a sucker for sweets and cakes. he'd keep eating without restrain if he could.]

[it's at her worry that prompto grins.] It's pretty great stuff, y'know. I'm more for the fluffy type, but I'd be happily converted.