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

[alephbet]

Maybe eventually.

[technologic]

Exactly! I'm glad you see my point.

[alephbet]

You win this one.

[technologic]

[April grins triumphantly.] One point to me, then. So, that's what the dancing contest could also do; find you people you would enjoy dancing with.

[alephbet]

It's a better idea every time I think about it.

[technologic]

That's good! And hopefully a lot of people will take part in it.

[alephbet]

We'll make sure not to forget.

[technologic]

Right. I'll make sure to write it down somewhere.

[alephbet]

Thank you.

Will you be competing?

[technologic]

Noooo, no way. I would fail horribly.

[alephbet]

Then you can be our judge.

[technologic]

... Well, I could do that. And I would make sure not to be biased too.

[alephbet]

I have complete faith in you.

[technologic]

[Cue a quick, mock salute.] I'll do my best!

[alephbet]

[He grins and just keeps dancing.]

[technologic]

[And April does her best to keep up. But she is starting to improve, judging by the lack of stepping on foots.]

[alephbet]

You're doing much better than when you started.

[technologic]

Ah, that's good! I just hope that I'll keep improving, then.

[alephbet]

That's how dancing works.

[technologic]

But this is me you're talking to. Before when I tried to dance back home, I was basically a health hazard to everyone.

[alephbet]

I don't believe it.

[technologic]

Hey, I once headbutted someone when I was drunk, okay. I'm a hazard when I'm clumsy, and dancing makes me clumsy.

[alephbet]

I'm sure they were okay. Probably.

[technologic]

... He lost a few teeth.

He lived though.

[alephbet]

What's a few teeth?