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Della Duck ([personal profile] nothingcanstop) wrote in [community profile] unknownseas2020-05-16 03:57 pm

hey mom, dead mom, i need a little help here

[ ...All of that happened, huh. That's the sentiment each and every week, and it's no different this time. Except, this time they've lost more people than before. Five.

The gathering invitation is slipped under everyone's doors, but it specifies something a little different. ]




[ That's a good two hours or so of difference. Enough time to wander around, for sure.

But, in the garden, at the appointed time, there's a variable arrangement of fresh-cooked food. A good amount of beef stew, some Chinese hot pot, and...watermelon? Just, an absurd amount of watermelon, cut up and set on plates. All the food's set on tables that seem to have been moved from the library, and the ground is littered with blankets, for those who don't want to sit on the grass.

And yes, she did not lie. There is, indeed, a variable fuckton of alcohol. (And coffee, for our underaged.)

This has become routine. But, we're still here. We're still alive. ]
bogwife: Death, I come to take the soul (This very hour come and go with me)

[personal profile] bogwife 2020-05-17 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
I'd love it if you'd help! I...might have read the flower meaning book Mia found front to back in a night so I can help there. [Sometimes you just can't sleep, read a whole book on flowers and lose half a Monday.]

Let's start with...Piers. What are some feelings that come up when you think of him? Or even just colors and we can work from there.
bogwife: With ice-cold hands taking hold of me (Well what is this that I can't see?)

[personal profile] bogwife 2020-05-18 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It can be specific, or just your feelings surrounding...you know, what happened. [She turns her gaze to the garden, squinting at it while she things.] For pride...white amaryllis and I think there are some black irsies mixed in there. That'd look lovely, I think.