Merengue Living Room, Friday Afternoon

[life_inshadow]

Turning sixteen already felt much better than any other birthday Tara'd had since puberty. For one, she no longer had the sword hanging over her head of in a few years, the demon will take over and everything will be different. That in itself was enough to make the crisp fall day feel different.

For another, Diana had dropped off a chocolate cake with coconut frosting before grabbing Samuel and disappearing on some mysterious errand.

Tara considered waiting for any other guests, but ultimately decided to just cut herself a slice and enjoy it. She sat in one of the battered chairs in the living room with a Fiona Apple CD playing on the stereo, feet up as she picked at the cake. She was happy.

[OOC: If you want Tara to have mentioned her birthday to you, or if you live in Merengue, this is open (with possible slow due to workiness). Diana modded with permission. Come have cake!]

Comments

[trigons_child]

Of course Raven would have wanted to know it was Tara's birthday! She even had a gift, inside which she had placed some of the incense cones she had brought with her from Azarath.

"Happy birthday, Tara," she said when she arrived.

[oops-mbad.livejournal.com]

Diana's mysterious errand had resulted with her returning with an envelope and Samuel on her shoulder. "How's the cake?" Diana asked the birthday girl, shifting the cat's tail out of her face.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack had no clue it was Tara's birthday; there was cake. Cake was important. "What's the occasion?" he asked.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie naturally would have wanted to know it was Tara's birthday over break, and so she wandered over to Merengue with a neatly-wrapped gift.

She poked her head in to check whether she'd be welcome coming over, first and foremost.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin had a little bundle of herbs and spices for Tara that... may seem strange, but they were all he could find around the camp with the right uses.

One for awakening magic, protection, and success.

"Hello?" He called, knocking on the door.

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

Kennedy on massive SP omg poked her head into the cottage living room with a package under one arm (never underestimate Kennedy's willingness to call a cab and head to the nearest mall all on her own).

"Heard it was somebody's birthday."