Los Angeles, Sunday
Jun. 29th, 2025 05:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The news had come in last night, and by 'come in', Jack meant that a single text message had rolled in from Trent at around 3 AM. He'd been the only one to get it - which made sense, because he was the only one who was always awake at 3 AM and everyone knew about it. And then he'd laid there, on the vaguely comfortable hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.
Wondering if he should wake up Dane, or if he needed to come up with something to say to Trent on his own.
In the end, he just texted back. Something something sorry. And an offer, to which he'd gotten no reply.
So it wasn't until morning, with him and Dane stuffed into a booth somewhere in the hotel restaurant, that he ( said it out loud. )
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Wondering if he should wake up Dane, or if he needed to come up with something to say to Trent on his own.
In the end, he just texted back. Something something sorry. And an offer, to which he'd gotten no reply.
So it wasn't until morning, with him and Dane stuffed into a booth somewhere in the hotel restaurant, that he ( said it out loud. )
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When the guests arrived, they would, of course, be instructed to find their way to the garden conservatory; the subtle decorations both inside the mansion and through the exterior gardens would guide most people to there, and, barring that, the steward was naturally on hand to provide and escort. There, they would find a scene that seemed almost a stark contrast to the dark and brooding decor of a necromancer, a place filled with light and life, with plants both decorative and functional, colorful and aromatic and useful, and, of course, no lack of the expected gothic or Victorian touches here and there. Somewhere, some cleverly situated water fixture babbled steadily along with the light, inobtrusive music that set the atmosphere: something elevated just slightly above casual, that slight touch of pretentiousness that was gentle in its demands for propriety and decorum and class. Comfortable chaises and chairs were arranged here and there sociably, a gathering a wrought-iron bistro tables and chairs as well, but the set-up seemed to suggest the kind of floating interactions of butterflies among flowers, drifting from one to the next with an airy regard.
And, of course, the spread of food was exceptional, lighter fair, but plenty of it, things that could be enjoyed while fluttering about with the other guests in one hand, while the other held a glass of fine wine or sparkling water garnished with fresh fruits or even a robust coffee or a floral cup of tea. Small sandwiches and crostini, bruschetta and other variations, but there were also empanadas with a chimichurri sauce, paella with scallops, pomegranate pork kebabs...
Spring rolls, summer rolls, smoked salmon cucumber rolls...
And of course, desserts, which would include alfajores dulce de leche, coffee truffles, fruit crostini, and key lime mini pies.
Needless to say, no one should be wanting for food. Just be careful not to fill up on treats too much if you plan to stay on later; there was still plenty of dancing to be had, once the party moved itself to the awaiting ballroom.
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And, of course, the spread of food was exceptional, lighter fair, but plenty of it, things that could be enjoyed while fluttering about with the other guests in one hand, while the other held a glass of fine wine or sparkling water garnished with fresh fruits or even a robust coffee or a floral cup of tea. Small sandwiches and crostini, bruschetta and other variations, but there were also empanadas with a chimichurri sauce, paella with scallops, pomegranate pork kebabs...
Spring rolls, summer rolls, smoked salmon cucumber rolls...
And of course, desserts, which would include alfajores dulce de leche, coffee truffles, fruit crostini, and key lime mini pies.
Needless to say, no one should be wanting for food. Just be careful not to fill up on treats too much if you plan to stay on later; there was still plenty of dancing to be had, once the party moved itself to the awaiting ballroom.
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Penthouse Apartment of the Attempted Stark Tower, Tuesday Evening
Jun. 24th, 2025 06:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Tony had spent too long trying to talk Pepper into sending more Stark brand pride merch to give out this weekend. Mostly because she'd already sent enough to give to the entire population of the island with plenty to spare.
Which seemed like a cop out, honestly.
But that didn't stop Tony from sending notes on more bisexual themed merch. Because he always wanted something to be repping for the parade. And maybe he could talk Steve into some purple, pink, and blue short shorts... Hmm. A project.
[for the husband on some SP]
Which seemed like a cop out, honestly.
But that didn't stop Tony from sending notes on more bisexual themed merch. Because he always wanted something to be repping for the parade. And maybe he could talk Steve into some purple, pink, and blue short shorts... Hmm. A project.
[for the husband on some SP]
MCA #0, Thursday afternoon [NFB please!]
Jun. 19th, 2025 03:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Steve hadn't been expecting mail, let alone a thick manila envelope emblazoned with the seal of the US Navy and delivered overnight express. He'd been in the military long enough to know that unexpected paperwork was seldom a good thing, and so he thanked the delivery guy and took the package into the living room, sitting down on the sofa to open it.
He tipped the envelope over and a small black box fell into his hand, followed by a sheaf of papers. He opened the box first. Silver oak leaves on black velvet. An off-cycle promotion.
His stomach turned into knots as he picked up the sheet of paper on top. Cardstock. Calligraphy.
Honorable Discharge.
"Commander Steven J. McGarrett was honorably discharged from the United States Navy on June 15, 2010," he read aloud in a shaky voice. "This certificate is awarded as a testimonial of honest and faithful service."
And a tiny part of him, the one who knew just how logical and cold the military was, knew it was coming. He'd be on anti-rejection drugs for the rest of his life for the liver transplant. He couldn't be deployed like that. He couldn't serve like that. The Navy wasn't ever going to hug him back.
He'd hoped for an exception. For an explanation. For a phone call first.
Shit.
"Shit," he said, wiping his eyes.
He tipped the envelope over and a small black box fell into his hand, followed by a sheaf of papers. He opened the box first. Silver oak leaves on black velvet. An off-cycle promotion.
His stomach turned into knots as he picked up the sheet of paper on top. Cardstock. Calligraphy.
Honorable Discharge.
"Commander Steven J. McGarrett was honorably discharged from the United States Navy on June 15, 2010," he read aloud in a shaky voice. "This certificate is awarded as a testimonial of honest and faithful service."
And a tiny part of him, the one who knew just how logical and cold the military was, knew it was coming. He'd be on anti-rejection drugs for the rest of his life for the liver transplant. He couldn't be deployed like that. He couldn't serve like that. The Navy wasn't ever going to hug him back.
He'd hoped for an exception. For an explanation. For a phone call first.
Shit.
"Shit," he said, wiping his eyes.