isleofavalon | Holiday Bash!!

🧙 WHO: Ochako Uraraka (

floatsaway) + CR (and their +1s)
⚔️️ WHAT: HOLIDAY/BIRTHDAY PARTY YEAAHHH
🕒 WHEN: Now, I guess. :U
🗺️ WHERE: At her CASTLE.
⚠️ WARNINGS: ~~Venti stop trying to get Ochako TURNT~~ None, probably...other than Bakugou's potty mouth. :(

[It's been a hell of a year, or close enough to it, for Ochako and her many friends here. From the varying trials and tribulations of general quests, to the more perilous missions between kingdoms, to new beginnings and changing tides...it's all a path forward on the long road of life. Despite the difficulties, Ochako's been able to reflect on this past year and finally find herself a bit - a new title and a new, but still somewhat the same, purpose in this world. Something given, something earned (even if she doesn't really see it that way, yet), but still very much hers.

Lady Uraraka (hrrgh...it'll never feel normal, yikes) is throwing a bit of a holiday celebration at her small castle to celebrate the coming and going of a full year. Not only that, but also Christmas prior, and even her birthday as well! All friends she knows, and anyone those friends care to invite, are welcome!! They'll be guided to a decently sized ballroom where several tables have been set up for people to relax and eat, and a separate table for gift giving and gift receiving as well!

What, you thought you'd come to this celebration and leave empty-handed? Pshaw.]

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[A warm reassurance, the understanding there. The soothing gesture.

It's not unfamiliar. Someone reaching for him. Hands for shoulders when he's tensed, frazzled, popping off for something or other when he's just about brimming. A wordless comfort. It's alright without anyone else's saying so. But he's noticed the hesitation, next; the slightest pause before she's speaking on wildflowers. We can't what, now, exactly? He wonders a moment. And, though he is curious, sharper than most would make him out to be, he isn't making any attempts to further guess at her circumstance.

He's simply latched to what's followed: that she's seen them too little, too rarely, wasn't surrounded by all the plants this simple errand boy's used to. When half his world's made of flowers: a swordsman's apprentice splitting his days becoming the garden-shop's runner. A sunspace bursting with life in colors, light, blooming petals in every corner Shoto's ever laid eyes on. And, he thinks, suddenly, widening eyes drifting upwards, coaxed into rambling with cautious words stumbling out of him, how she ought to see more of that.

He straightens, slowly announces:]

I volunteer in the flowershop. [But easy as that, forgetting the thoughts leading up to this. About parents and hospitals.] Miss Aerith's, she's— I'm, [practically glowing,] I can bring whatever you'd want here. I could just buy them.

["Just", again. He isn't thinking of gold, expenses, the stubborn man who's spent heavily on his higher-crust upbringing. How his mother's lived poorly, first. Married hurriedly into wealth, status, more misery than any fancy new mansion's worth. He's never known we can't afford, of course, but he's jumping at opportunities, isn't sparing a second's thought to spoiling the friends most deserving. He's already dreamed of this; wants to give his friends everything their newest world now provides for him. He's rambling on again, cautious.] I'm out on errands most days, so— [If his father could see him: his polished heir, his hands in dirt, acclimating so seamlessly to this frugal reality. A boy on his errands. His bike's muddied tires. An almost-gardener humbled daily by lessons in kindnesses. His living's too simple, still; his arms always full of fresh asters and sunflowers.

Both as florist and squire here. He's adjusting so well to it.] I make the deliveries. I bought a bike pretty recently, so it's not like I'm on foot so much. [He's scratching his cheek again, nervous energy spinning.] I earn a few tips here and there, but then they're sweets, sometimes... [half the time, really!] Why don't you come along, someday? It's sort of like a tour, I guess... but I have my own garden now. I could show you around the shop, I think.

[He pauses, listening.

Is what going well?

Oh. ...No. No, it isn't. He eats riverfish and soba, and there's a line of blackened skewers lying on dishes right now. He's a natural fire hazard.]

I, uh... [well.....] uhm, [He shows his palm instead, a burst of flames curling over it. His smiling's sweetened, embarrassed.]

It's a little like this, I guess.

[He's trying his hardest!]

Holiday Bash!!

I'm sorry for horribly late tl;dr...