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

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. ]

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Yeah. She is.

[ It's pretty clear to see how happy that makes her. ]

[Today was awful, like sliding down rock face. Hearing this gives him just enough lift to hold on.]

Congratulations on the new duckling, Della. [Guess what he's going to be calling Mira from now on.] She told me she had some things to take care of back in her world, but with you waiting for her on the other side of it, I doubt she'll lollygag about.

[ There's no guarantee she'd be a duck, Della almost says, and then has to seriously wonder if humans would become non-human upon visiting her world, so she's going to focus on the part of this that doesn't make her feel like she's got a throbbing headache. ]

Oh, I'm coming with her, no waiting about it. My uncle, well... He's sort of a big deal, where I'm from. I figure if she needs back-up, I can call in the family favor.