Who: the murder house & company
Where: house #5042
When: may 30th - june 7th
What: a catch-all spam post for the past week and change. open to murder house cr if they wanna drop by, especially in june. for reasons.
Warnings: will add if/when they come up!
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ice cream on the patio; may 30th. (OPEN)
out onto the front porch she goes.
it's relatively warm, and it takes the ice cream just a few minutes to soften up enough to spoon out into a bowl or two. or three. or even all six.
twirling a bowl on her clawed fingertip, eliza then offers it to any passers-by who happen upon the house. ]
Hey, want some?
( ooc; technically eating ice cream outside on a tuesday is a crime. just not a very bad one. )
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for the record, these two other tubs of ice cream? which ibaraki is eating out of with her hands? probably not sanitary enough to share with the general public. ]
Hoh — [ a visible shiver as she scoops out another handful of sherrie garcia and stuffs it in her mouth. ] It is still too cold...
Clary Fray - Knocks At the Door
Her backpack is slung over her shoulder and her bright hair is tied up into a pony tail. She's wearing shorts but it's still very hot outside and she really hopes it doesn't take long for someone to open the door. She scrapes her shoes against the ground as her knuckles wrap against the hard wooden door.]
Hey, anyone one? I'm here to see Jack.
[Or whoever happens to answer the door. Clary will take anything at this point.]
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Uh... Jack's not here. But he should be home pretty soon. You're welcome to wait...?
[ Bruce stands back, opening the door wider, gesturing inside. He cuts an imposing figure in the doorway--he can't help it, he's tall, he's broad, he's got an authoritative sort of voice--but his kind smile mitigates it, or at least he hopes it does. ]
Come in. Make yourself at home.
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[Clary raises a hand at the older man with a crocked smile. She's always unsure what adults think of her since her mother isn't around to act as a buffer for her. She isn't afraid of him though she will state that he's too tall.] Thanks. I was sorta hoping to catch him.
[She isn't sure where else to go.]
I packed some popcorn if you want to split a bowl?
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Popcorn sounds great. I don't think anyone's taken the microwave apart today.
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Does that happen often? [If it does then she knows what she's getting Jack for his next Birthday; a microwave. He can keep it in his room for late night popcorn.
Clary steps further into the house while trying to contain her smile. She knows where to go and ends up standing in front of the microwave staring at it. There isn't anything wrong with it but she's double checking. When her assessment is complete she slips her backpack off her shoulders and places it by her feet. It takes her a half second to pull the popcorn from the front pocket. There are currently a lot of snacks hidden away in her backpack, as well as her sketchbook and a few other odd things.]
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[ He says that with fondness. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Bruce drifts into the kitchen just after her, taking the opportunity to glance down at her open backpack. She travels a bit heavy, but laden with essentials--he sees her sketch book and all the snacks.
It's as if she expects not to be home for stretches of time. It's all right with him if she spends some of that time here with him and the kids. ]
Can I get you a drink? Soda, water, juice?
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[Clary's lips are positioned into a smile and it sounds like she's trying not to laugh. It does sound like a fun way to live though inconvenient if you were a fan of microwaveable popcorn.
Snacks are important and currently what she's living on besides frozen pizza's.]
Oh, soda. Whatever you have that's caffeinated is fine.
[She presses the button and the microwave starts to hum and turn.]
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We're probably going to order pizza later, if you'll be around.
[ The one thing he knows he can rely on to at least get a somewhat decent meal into a teenager. ]
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Really? I might. If it's okay that I stay.
[She loved pizza. Most likely because of her time in New York though she can't remember it fully.]
June 7th
He'd gotten used to having one again.
Unsettled, and having left Elena with friends for the night, Nyx checks on his people one by one to make sure they, too, are still here. He shouldn't have waited so long to visit Jack. His brother was his first family, but with his brother come the oni and Nyx isn't certain he's willing to deal with Ibaraki threatening to kill whatever caused his pain. He doesn't have a target to point her towards even if he wanted to.
But he needs to check to make sure Jack is still here, so here he is knocking and trying not to feel like everything's falling apart.]
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you were wrong.
the moment nyx appears on the back porch, ibaraki, arms deep in a dead deer bleeding all over the wooden boards, looks up and grins. ]
Jiji! I have meat, come and get your share so that I may take mine.
[ SHE IS A GOOD BOSS. ]
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But despite the things he's seen, despite the things he's done, the image of a young girl arms deep in a corpse makes him balk. Nyx freeze, staring at her, and his stomach twists unpleasantly when she moves her hands and the beast squishes.
His first actual thought, out of a blank self-preservation, is that the blood is going to stain the wood. Then a reminder that this ins't the first time she's done this and at least she's outside.
He just wanted to make sure Jack was still here.
Nyx swallows tightly and shoves his worry into a box.]
Are you cleaning it, or did you rupture its organs already?