30 October 2008 @ 02:48 pm
Molly's ninth birthday party (Mohinder's loft, NYC)  
She had arrived in New York City a couple of days early to buy the supplies various people had recommended to set up the birthday party. It had been hard not to get distracted by all the people and buildings (it was almost as fascinating as New New York), but thankfully, Mohinder had been willing to help - even offer his loft as the place to hold the party.

Halloween eve arrived quickly enough. Jenny stood in the center of the room, dressed as Supergirl to match Molly's idea of Batgirl. Although she still didn't understand the whole comic book idea, the man in the store had assured her it would be fitting. She surveyed her work and beamed.

The loft was decorated with fake spiderwebs and ghouls and cute little black bats and spiders. In some corners were gravestones with buckets of candy on top of the small mounds. A CD of Halloween tunes played, alternating with groans and creaks and cackles. A witch and a broom hung from the ceiling right near a large banner that exclaimed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOLLY!"

It looked good. The cake, in the middle of a table filled with all sorts of junk food and non-alcoholic drinks, also read Happy Birthday Molly, and stood on a platter as the centerpiece. A nearby table was set up for gifts; Jenny had hers placed in one corner - a pocket watch styled three-dimensional map of the known universe.

Everything was ready to go.


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[identity profile] its-notluck.livejournal.com on November 3rd, 2008 03:42 pm (UTC)
"Yes, they are, it's a good thing that you learned that early." Claire hadn't been so lucky and it had nearly cost her Zach but she caught on after awhile that being popular wasn't everything. Especially when it ended up costing her so much. Looking at Molly as she blushes, Claire giggles a little with a nod of her head, "Really." She brushes some hair back from Molly's face with a tender action.

She wondered if she would get a call from Matt or Mohinder soon about how Molly talked them into putting her into classes so that she could become a cheerleader eventually. Should be fun.

"Well, why don't we ask the others what they want to do and round them up." She smiles with a nod of her head, "We'll do some group activities." She nods as she looks over the guests.
[identity profile] humanmapquest.livejournal.com on November 4th, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
Molly's eyes brightened. Once again, Claire had proven herself worthy for the title Smartest, Coolest and Nicest Teenager in the World. "That's a good idea! There are some guests here, already, and Jenny--she made the decorations and stuff!" She chirped quite proud of her observational skills. "Mohinder's here, too, I'm sure he'd like to play?"

Of course, he would with her puppy-eyes-of-doom, that is. Not that she had to use them too much; Molly knew they were wrapped around her finger and only used it under serious circumstances. Like dressing up for Halloween, letting her take on Cheerleading, or even a board game or two...

She tried for a pony. Never worked.


Edited 2008-11-04 04:27 pm (UTC)
[identity profile] its-notluck.livejournal.com on November 4th, 2008 04:50 pm (UTC)
Claire would say that Molly was probably a little biased on the whole title thing but she didn't really mind. Glancing around, she smiled, "Well, she did a great job, it looks good." Claire was proud of herself for not slipping at all at the mention of Mohinder. They tried to be okay with each other but it was still hard, with the fact that Mohinder had shot her dad in front of her. But Molly didn't need to know that, she cared for Mohinder and he seemed to care for her. Claire didn't need to ruin that.

"I'm sure he would, we should ask him." She nods her head, smiling down at Molly as they moved forward to try to gather people into playing some kind of game to make things more fun. She knew what it was like to have the puppy dog eyes, though her dad eventually got pretty good at ignoring her.