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[tyrantball]

Who: Desco and everyone she has ever talked to
Where: Desco's house / Backdated to July 20th
Summary: Desco turns four.
Warnings: Desco.


Desco, besides being alarmingly adorable, is also alarmingly greedy, which is why, early on the morning of the 20th, she goes ahead and calls everyone she knows.

"Desco is turning four today, so come and give her presents! No presents means no cake!"

The imperious command is accompanied by Desco's very best shiny puppy eyed look, which is how she knows people will show up!

Comments

[trombeoverride]

There is a knock on the door to Desco's house, and a metal buffet plate with the distinct smell of bolter guns and cobalt colored glass marinaded in a mix of motor oil and reactor discharge from a black hole engine.

Around the corner, the mysterious gourmet simply waits for a reaction, and removes his lead lined gloves and apron.

[tyrantball]

The door is flung open and Desco floats out, beaming, a festive party hat perched on one of her primary tentacles. As she glances down at the buffet plate, there's an audible sniffing noise as she takes in the delicious scents wafting from it.

Her primary tentacles split open slightly and start drooling as she squeals in delight.

[trombeoverride]

From down the hall Ratsel nods.

"I believe that is the meal you requested? It was a bit outside of my normal recipes but hopefully it suits your palate."