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towerofanimus2012-12-08 06:49 pm
knightime) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-08 06:49 pm
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!]]
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'm fine, really.
[She unfolds her other arm and holds the parcel out to him. Inside there's a jacket- and for all that it's probably a bit big (she tried to account for future growth) and a little too fancy, it's definitely warm.]
I got lucky with some of the things I had to find... and Medea helped with others. In any case- happy birthday.
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[Dave is going to keep making sure she's ok, but she holds out the parcel to him, and he's kind of shellshocked. He unwraps it gently and has to look at it for a moment.]
Did you make this? [Chidori, you're killing him. Death by niceness. It was so just. He could not handle it.]
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[Though in all honesty, she may have to pay for that sometime later. She looks hesitant when he asks about the jacket though, nodding slightly.]
--yes, I did. I figured you might need it, since I looked up your 'Texas' and saw that it is normally rather warm...
[Then, with the barest hint of hesitantly-]
Is it alright?
[She's not really used to making things for anyone but herself and the boys.]
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He looks back down at the jacket, before breaking into a ridiculous smile.]
Alright? This is like fifty million shades better than alright. [You're talking to the kid who wasn't expecting gifts, much less somehow hashing out a party with everyone.] I was just hoping you'd come to celebrate, really. I wasn't really expecting any of this.
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But the smile is unexpected, and she blinks in surprise before managing a small smile of her own.]
I'm glad you like it. [She's not used to celebrating birthdays really, so this is a novelty for her.] I figured a gift was the least I could do.