Once you party with us

[knightime]

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!]]

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

No. I was working on teaching my Ditto how to, and my Lopunny could write but they were two of the ones that got left behind. All my psychic types could communicate mentally though, if that counts.

[Though it probably won't be long before he starts trying to teach his Zorua to. A talking shapeshifter, the pranking possibilities .]

Oh. I see. I haven't so, I was just curious.

[floreatnoctem]

One of them could write? Well then they certainly are a clever bunch, aren't they?

[It makes her very, very interested what else they could be taught.]

Psychic communication though- that's familiar enough... [She does it all the time with the rest of Strega.] And it's quite alright to ask, it's hardly going to make me angry that you're curious.

[ghostytrainer]

Mmm! Though it admittedly, she couldn't actually write and express her thoughts so much as she knew how to form letters and join them up to create words she had memorized. Stuff like her name, my name, basic greetings, you get the idea.

[A moment of fatherly pride for his baby who was left behind.]

She could draw really well though, way better than me. She just had a natural talent for it, hehe.

[floreatnoctem]

Still, it is rather impressive.

[She's not sure on the learning capacities of Pokemon, but she figures that's pretty great.]

-and it sounds like she was rather talented too.