party under the stars

[rugpull]

Who: Anyone
When: 10/4/2025
Where: Outside, track and field area
What: Party!!! FOOD! SWEETS!
Warnings: so much food

[Outside, under the stars, with lots of candles out for light

so many tables laden with sweet treats. One table of different pies--apple, pecan, pumpkin, coconut cream, blueberry

another for cakes! chocolate, angel food, carrot cake, red velvet, a cheesecake, coffee cake

and a third table with a tower of donuts alongside chocolately brownies, sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, peanutbutter cookies...

So many treats. And a hyena sitting on the ground, donut in his mouth, looking up at the sky as the stars start appearing as dusk sets in proper]

Comments

[rugpull]

Never threw a party like this. But I've helped out others throw parties.

T'make this much stuff...ain't got the money to do it on m'own dime.

[ordimame]

[mmm. . .]

I was thinking about your time in food service. . . and wondering if you spent of that time catering.

[poking at his slice of cake with a fork. not yet taking a bite, but! he will soon!]

It's way nicer to throw a bash that you can enjoy yourself, anyway.

[rugpull]

Its for my mother. Now seems as good as time as any.

The stars here are wrong though. She can't see me...

[ordimame]

[for his mom, huh. . . he remembers Mocha saying something about the anniversary of her passing. . .]

The stars might be wrong, but that doesn't mean she isn't with you.

[reaches out. pokes his chest]

There's a little piece of her there, too.

[rugpull]

I know. We got the same eye color. Same hair. Same grin. Gran said so.

[ordimame]

[that's so soft. . .]

And because she's with you, she can definitely see you. Even here!

Bet she'd be awfully proud of you for hosting such a nice party.

[rugpull]

Shihihihihi...hope so. I'd like her to be thinkin' of me right now.

[ordimame]

What mother wouldn't be?

[plops onto the ground next to Mocha, tilting his head back so he, too, can stare at the stars. only then does he start digging into his own slice of cake]

Do you have any favorite constellations?

[rugpull]

Ennhh...I dunno the ones here.

[gazing up]

Do ya see anything ya know?

[ordimame]

[hmmm. . . lifts his hand and squints one eye shut to trace a small line of stars]

There's Pisces. That's supposed to be two fish tied together. Don't ask me why, but I do kind of see it.

[rugpull]

Oh! I know about that one!

[ordimame]

[TEASINGLY]

Because they're fish, and you're thinking about how they'd taste grilled up with a side of soy sauce?

[rugpull]

Lemon actually.

[ordimame]

I stand corrected.

[though NOT BY MUCH]

What's your favorite kind of fish to eat?

[rugpull]

All.

[ordimame]

[AN UNDERSTANDING NOD. . . then he lifts his hand to trace out another constellation]

The one right next to the fish is Pegasus. That's a winged horse.

You can't eat that one.

[rugpull]

Too expensive.

[ordimame]

That's right, it's too-- . . . . . . . . . what?

[rugpull]

Magical creatures like that are real costly...

.....................





Ya ain't got that shit either do ya.

[ordimame]

[wheezes]

No??? And even if I did, I can't imagine eating one? They're so majestic!!

[rugpull]

I would eat anything.

And they have smelly poop like a normal horse.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . . .]

Suddenly, the magic is gone. . .

[rugpull]

As a thing that is magic I assure ya magic can be stinky bad.

[ordimame]

. . . does this mean you've worked a gig cleaning out pegasus stalls before?

[rugpull]

Unfortunately...

Ya can find all kindsa jobs out there.