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Tweak says, "MSG'D!!"

Linnaea ~ Sigyn (delicatefire) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-12-18 19:39:00

Entry tags:

artemis, changing woman, coyote, freyja, jormungandr, morrigan, raijin, raven, sigyn

"I don't know if there'll be snow..."
Who: Open!
What: A Hallway Holiday Gathering!
Where: Naea's apartment's open!
When: December 18, 2010 @ around 7:00 p.m.
Warnings: Well. Anything can happen here. You know this.
Notes: There's drinks and food and music. It's hard to go wrong.

While "Marshmallow World" by Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin was playing on her laptop (Viva Pandora!), she was finishing up the Swedish meatballs (that she so rarely ate, but it was her mother's recipe and it was one of the very few meat items she did enjoy) and singing along with the song with a bounce in her step. For all that had fallen on her in the past year, Naea knew things could be so much worse and it was no reason to take away some of that holiday spirit. She wanted to celebrate all the good that had been and that would be. Since moving into Pax, she'd made great friends--more than she'd ever known. She would be getting her diploma in a matter of weeks, now. She felt so lucky. Fun and happy must be had.

Small cafe-style fold-type tables were set up along the hallway with some folding chairs peppered here and there as well as in her small apartment (She promised Neil, her boss, a pan of fudge for the lending). Lights were strung around some of the table legs and around her door and wherever she could get them up. Cold appetizers sat on those tables in the hall; hot ones were left in her kitchen to stay that way. Soda and spirits were available (her boss was generous, in addition to the lovely Kami). There were cookies and candy and Gypsy was tucked away safely in Pru's place.

Rare was the occasion that Naea would dress up. And tonight, with some help from Kami, she certainly did. She felt pretty and, well feminine. Not that she had never before any other time in her life, but tonight was different somehow. The lace-up back of her dress felt... sexy. Naea wasn't entirely sure what this shindig would bring tonight, but she knew that no matter what, she would be having fun.

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Re: In the hall...but just barely

delicatefire
2011-02-09 05:19 am UTC (link)

Some Swedish meatballs, a couple of hot wings, a Sloppy Joe...

It may have officially been the most amount of meat she'd had in her apartment since she lived with David, but it was all right. She wasn't a vegetarian for the PETA reasons, more that it was cheaper for her to buy veggies most of the time and her father having bought her bar food for so long for dinner turned her off on it 99% of the time. Every once in a while, she didn't mind fish or the occasional piece of grilled chicken... but if she was cooking for others, there would be a variety.

Naea felt the wood prod at a bare part of her back and blinked in surprise as she turned around with plate in hand to find Shae standing there with her guitar, commenting about how she never mentioned knowing how to play, and turning off Pandora for the moment.

...did he just call her a monkey?

She wanted to ask just why he had been nosing about in her bedroom and chalked it up, instead to curiosity since he had helped her move into it from four floors up. The guitar was a pretty obvious thing to find in there. "Uh... heh." Naea traded the food for her mama's guitar and sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed. Usually when she played in front of anyone, it was because she tuned them out around her. Nobody had really paid her any mind and that included David, though he said once that he enjoyed her noodling while he was doing whatever. "Shae, I really don't play for people much." Her mother had. Why was this different? "Is there something in particular you want to hear or is this on me?"

[ooc: I do have something in mind, just building up to it. bwahaha!]

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Re: In the hall...but just barely

in_the_wings
2011-02-18 01:21 am UTC (link)

"Mm. Den you can staht raght now." He could almost feel her reluctance from where he was standing, and it occurred to him a little belatedly that, well...maybe she wasn't any good. Maybe this would be ridiculously embarrassing for her.

He dispelled the notion almost immediately. She hardly seemed the collecting type, and the guitar wasn't exactly in the sort of condition someone would spend money on, but it definitely had some kind of sentimental value. That much was clear from the careful way she held it, plucking idly at the strings as she waited for his answer. No, those fingers most definitely knew what they were doing.

"Jes' play whatevah you feel lahk," he returned with a crooked smile before stuffing a Swedish meatball into his mouth, which he then attempted to talk around. "Ah cnn snng wi'v oo, ih oo wah'n."

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