towerofanimus | Once you party with us

Characters: Dave Strider, the loser Homestucks with birthdays in December, Naminé, and everyone else who's in the Media Room at that time.
Setting: Media Room
Format: Either
Summary: Party in the media room. Look at all these stupid kids who have birthdays in December.
Warnings: Teenagers are dumb. Stupid shenanigans.

It wasn't really a proper party set-up. There were no decorations or anything that would signify it were a party. Dave didn't really have supplies or time to make anything and he wasn't really around to even plan anything in the first place.

Jason didn't really make it any easier by giving them only foodbars and water for this month either.

But he did try. He made those shitty paper ringlets to hang and he taped really crappy drawings of balloons to the walls. An attempt was made and he thinks his balloons are pretty fucking awesome anyways. It was a little sad. The list was a lot shorter than he anticipated. He ignored that nagging thought though. He didn't want to recall that a lot of his friends had left while he was gone.

Yeah, pretending that isn't a thing that happened.

Too busy admiring his really shitty attempt at birthday decorations.

Damn, he even made a cake. Ok. It wasn't really a cake. He mashed nutrition bars into a bowl with water and attempted to bake it. That...that didn't actually really come out like he hoped. Mostly, he put it in too long so the outside was completely burn yet the middle was still a really gross mush. No one was probably going to eat it. But it's the thought that counts...

It's a really gross fucking cake.

Obviously though, he should be in charge of birthdays all the time. "Fuck, I'm amazing at this." No, Dave. This is pretty shitty and you know it. You tried though. You tried.

[[OOC: Feel free to threadjack and mingle!]]

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I try. And wow, Lalonde, that's really rude of you. It's obvious Dave put a whole lot of effort into this... [Thing.] cake. You should show appreciation. You should be the first vict- er, first one to eat a piece.

I was not at all dissing the effort and time he put into the cake, nor how much I appreciate that he did such a thing. However, none of these things negate the very real possibility that it could try to crawl out of it's bowl and eat my brain through my ear. Best laid plans, and all that.

[He's just going to give you a really flat look. Or, well, as flat as you can tell with his shades on.]

I'm not buying that. I think you're just being paranoid. Eat a piece, Lalonde.

Paranoid? Me? Never. Trust me, Mister Strider, if it were paranoia I wouldn't be going near it. [[But hey, if he insists. She looks around for a plate at first, but decides she probably won't be able to eat a whole piece and goes for just taking a small forkful from the side. With a glance back at Bro, down the hatch it goes.

And she does a........

Decent job of keeping a straight face. Though it's not without a slight wince. The crispy, burnt bits really don't mask the gross texture of the middle of the cake very well. And the charring doesn't really add to the flavor any...]]

Not bad.

[He's just about to respond, but he finds his words cut off as he sees her moving towards the cake. That alone is enough to cause speechlessness, but it comes with skepticism. She can't be serious. Could it have really been that easy? And then she actually takes a bite of the cake and he can't help but be fucking surprised.

And impressed. Holy shit he's so impressed right now, he never expected her to actually do it. And with a straight face, too? Fucking impressed.

Your reward?

A rare thumbs up.

How anticlimactic, now please don't make him eat a piece because he knows you're gonna and he's trying to avoid that by just not even saying anything.]

[[She knows what that thumbs up means. She will treasure it always. She just smiles, politely setting the fork back down and to the side before dabbing at her mouth a little with her sleeve.]]

A little...drab. But it doesn't seem to be full of mutant sentient cake organs.

Well there's a huge relief.

[That's right, treasure it always. This is the day you climbed the whole cake mountain in order to prove yourself worthy. You're pretty much a true Strider now, Rose. Good job.]

You should go tell Dave how delicious it is.

Oh don't worry, I plan to. [[Really? She is? You have no idea how long she'd been waiting to be accepted into the fold, Bro.

No.

Idea.]]

[Well, welcome to it, Rose. You'll get a T-shirt eventually. Maybe. Or a pair of shades, one day.]

Good, you go do that now. I'll just be over here waiting and making sure other people eat the cake.

[[A pair of shades would be better, but she'd settle for a T-Shirt.]]

Good luck with that. I don't know if anyone else will be as brave. Or as stupid.

[[BYE FOR NOW BRO. Gonna go find Dave. ~~See this Rose isn't so bad now is she?~~]]

Once you party with us

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