07 | happy birthday

[alephbet]

Characters: Aleph and you!
Setting: Dormitories, cafeteria, meadow floor, media room, anywhere else you want!
Format: Starting with action brackets, will match anything.
Summary: Today's Aleph's birthday! Now that everyone knows, here are the places he can be caught at.
Warnings: None so far,

[Dormitories]
[Like most people on most days in the tower, Aleph's day begins by waking up in his bed. After showering and dressing and yada yada, he'll wander the halls for a bit.

No real reason. He just wants to stretch his legs a bit, since he'll be taking the elevator for most of today - he doesn't feel like getting into an unnecessary fight on his birthday, and the dormitories are a safe place to jog.]

[Cafeteria]
[Apparently there is supposed to be food! And cake!

Aleph likes these things. And if it's traditional for other people to feed you on your birthday, well, he's not going to complain.

So, he'll be looking for April or chaos in the cafeteria, though this is a good a place as any to accost him.]

[Meadow]
[Aleph will be either practicing his stretches and his swordplay against a hastily-set up target here, or else just lying around in the fields and napping.

He doesn't get to take naps often. They're really nice, and he wakes up feeling more refreshed, assuming nobody is mean enough to wake him up abruptly.

(Totally wake him abruptly.)]

[Media Room]
[No, he's not doing karaoke. But he is commandeering the TV for really cheesy movies. Mystery Science Theater-3000-level bad B-list movies. It seems he either has really bad luck in what he's picking at random or else he genuinely enjoys snorting at terrible acting. Maybe both.

Join him? Snark at the films he's watching?]

[General]
[Aleph's still wearing his armor as he wanders down the stairs, still has his sword and gun on him, and basically still looks like his regular weirdo self. He'll also still be greeting those he passes with 'good morning!' and 'good afternoon!' and 'how's it going?' in a chipper tone. Feel free to smack him.]

Comments

[technologic]

[Yeah, April can't help but giggle a bit.] Ehehe, well, I'm glad you like it!

[alephbet]

I bet the cake's amazing too. [He grins and, after setting down the motorcycle, takes a bite.]

[technologic]

[It does taste pretty good, and April fidgets nervously.] I-I wouldn't say 'amazing', but I hope it tastes good...

[alephbet]

It's great! Try some.

[technologic]

... [She hesitates, before taking a bite of it as well.] Oh! It is good, b-better than what I was expecting.

[alephbet]

You deserve more confidence in yourself. [Nom nom nom.]

[technologic]

I-I guess... [She takes another bite of it.] But still, if you like it, that's good enough for me.

[alephbet]

Thank you, April. I'm really glad you went to all this trouble.

[technologic]

Well, there's no way I would let you celebrate your first birthday without a cake and a present. Even I had that for my birthdays before I left home... Too bad there's no candles here though.

[alephbet]

You wouldn't need many, just one. But I guess there are better things to use any we find for.

[technologic]

Yep... Now we would've just needed balloons and that song and this would have been a birthday party.

[alephbet]

Which song do you mean?

[technologic]

The birthday song. It's a pretty basic song that's usually sung when it's someone's birthday... it's a musical way to say 'happy birthday', basically.

[alephbet]

Would you sing it for me?

[technologic]

... Y-you want me to sing it? B-b-but I'm not too good at singing...

[alephbet]

You've heard me sing. I'm not going to judge you.

[technologic]

[She looks around the cafeteria, making sure nobody else is here, before she sings it for him. And she does have a very good voice, despite what she had said.

And when she's done, she looks rather flustered and embarrassed as she looks down at the floor.]

[alephbet]

Is it judging you if I tell you you sounded beautiful?

[technologic]

... W-w-w-what? [Yep, face is bright red now.]

[alephbet]

You have a wonderful voice.

[technologic]

I, uh, t-t-thank you... [She sinks down into her chair a little.] ... T-though I'm a little rusty, s-since it's been a while...

[alephbet]

Why didn't you want to sing?

[technologic]

... It's been a while since I sang in front of anyone, s-so I was nervous. The last person who heard me sing was my mentor, and he died a while ago.

[alephbet]

...You have a beautiful voice. You don't have to keep it to yourself.

[technologic]

... I-I-I'm not that good.