towerofanimus | march 6th | sam's birthday! [open log]

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march 6th | sam's birthday! [open log]

Characters: Lelouch

doasisay and anyone else who would like to come along for Sam's

undroppedeaves birthday.
Setting: Lelouch starts out in the cafeteria and then heads elsewhere for Sam.
Format: Doesn't matter. Whatever you wanna do!
Summary: Today is Sam's birthday. He's been such a good friend to everyone that Lelouch has decided (with the uncooperative help of Waver) to throw him a small party. Everyone is welcome.
Warnings: None as of right now.

Lelouch didn't know that much about Sam, but he did know that he deserved as much kindness as he gave everyone else in this place. This place was (more or less) hell for others and he kept a smile on his face. That was something that Lelouch thought was very brave.

Lelouch had been in the cafeteria all morning, baking a cake for his friend. He had invited Waver but...he didn't seem to show. It didn't bother him though, I mean, he had just moved into the room and they hadn't exactly gotten to know each other yet. He wanted to do this for Sam though. A party for Sam would've been nice, but he didn't know all of Sam's friends. So Lelouch had tried his best to get in touch with others and invite them along to meet in their room.

Once the cake (except it's a white cake with white fondant on it and the writing is blue) was ready, Lelouch put it in a box and carefully made his way to the second floor and to their room. He had been hoping that Sam would be away for a bit so that he could get it finished in time.

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[Waver was quite done with parties. He was still thoroughly infuriated about what Reno and Lancer had done, and wanted no part in doing as much for anyone else.]

[However, it occurred to him that he should at least make an effort to get along with the people he'd be rooming with presumably until the apocalypse. Whether his social skills were a disaster or not, Waver could at least recognize the value of a few more allies in a place like this.]

Lelouch? [When the ponytailed magus in green arrived, a woman trailed behind him...or rather, a silver liquid shaped like a woman.] You'll have to forgive me being late, I spent most of the morning in the laboratory.

[ Lelouch was surprised to see Waver but even more surprised to see the form behind him. he stared, practically dropping everything in his hands. quickly, he looked down, trying not to stare. just what is that...? ]

It's no problem, I'm surprised that you came here at all. You didn't have to, but thank you nonetheless.

It seemed appropriate that I offer some level of assistance. Heaven forbid you both think I'm some manner of complete recluse.

[Only mostly. The silver woman stepped forward, silently straightening up the kitchen and properly organizing things as she went. Whatever she was, Waver didn't comment or find her remotely unusual.]

I should however mention that I can't cook worth a damn.

[ Lelouch watched the woman go around, quiet for a moment as he was trying to figure out what she was. he blinked and turned back to Waver when he realized that she was just cleaning up. she was just helping, so she wasn't doing anything wrong ]

It's fine, you're new. You didn't have to come here at all. I just didn't want you to feel left out.

[ Lelouch smiled, finally done with the batter as he poured it into two seperate pans ] There are other things that you can do, so that's what matters. I taught myself to cook and sew once my parents passed away. It's been my younger brother and I as far back as I can remember, so I had to learn to care for him and myself.

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...Sorry to hear that. [And he was, genuinely; Waver could identify with having a difficult childhood.] I've no talent for much to do with cooking, but I can at least sew. Most of my own talents lie in either magic or research.

That seems fascinating. I'm still getting used to magic actually existing... It didn't exist in my world. [ or so he thinks... ]

It's something of a tedious science, really. We're missing quite a lot of the fairytale mysticism of the concept. Magi can't just snap together spells on command; nearly all cases need preparation or an element to manipulate.

[He tilted his head in the direction of the maid, who had straightened up the kitchen and now simply stood off to the side.]

Take this for example. It's a weapon called Volumen Hydragyrum; a measure of liquid mercury infused with and controlled by magical energy.

Ah, I see. Then...what you practice is more of a science than actual magic. Like alchemy.

I had been curious as to what she actually was, but I didn't want to pry.

Exactly. I'm specifically an alchemist, myself. Not to say that's the only branch of magecraft there is, but you seem to get the concept of it.

Yeah, it's something that's been forgotten from my world. It's almost like fairytale stuff now.

It was perhaps an hour after waking up that Sam remembered what day it was. He had been in this tower for a full year and two days, a very long time and so much had happened that it seemed almost impossible to get his head round.

And what's more it was his birthday, another strange thing and though forty one was not a special age by any account, it might be his last.

He went down to the meadow and had just returned when the door to the room opened, he looked up and smiled as he saw Lelouch and Waver.

I'd like it known that this was his idea.

[Waver gestured to Lelouch, folding his arms.]

For my part, I've had more than enough of sudden surprise parties. But happy birthday, all the same.

[...Someone's cranky.]

[ Lelouch frowned, but dismissed what the other said. that was rude... but maybe it was because of where he had come from. maybe birthdays were different in his world ]

I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, Sam. You've been a good friend to everyone here and I know things have been tough... But you deserve a day to be appreciated.

[ he moved to hand the cake to Sam now, being very careful with it ]

I was up this morning baking. I hope you like cake and I apologize, I wasn't able to get any other gift for you.

Oh [He blinked, and blushed, flustered that Lelouch and Waver would do that, especially Waver who after all has only known him for a few days] Thank you you really didn't have to

[Sam loves cake, his smile grows as he looks at them and he hands a small bundle of flowers to both Lelouch and Waver] Thank you so much

Don't worry about it. it was Lelouch's idea, I just didn't want to be thought of as some reclusive miserable bastard.

[Which he sort of was. But Waver accepted the flowers with a look of honest surprise on his face.]

...Wait, what's this for?

Ah, Sam... Thank you, but it's your birthday. You should be the one to receive gifts, you don't have to give them out.

It's a birthday present. [He explained, even though it seemed obvious to him. He looked at Lelouch in confusion] Now why would I do that Lelouch?

Sam was very taken aback by Lelouch and Waver's gesture, the cake looked amazing and Sam had a soft smile on his face that would take a lot to remove.

His hands were full of presents for everyone. of course he had struggled to think of something, so they were flowers, tied with ribbon that he had found in the room full of materials. He is handing them out to anyone he sees, even if he doesn't know them.

[Rick's found many good things in the new room changes--particularly that he doesn't have to search as many floors to find where people are. He's taken to patrolling the first two dorm floors now, which takes slightly more time out of his mornings but results in such pleasant outcomes as finding Sam, standing by the open door to his room, with handfuls of flowers tied in ribbon. It seems his room is a fairly busy place as well.]

[The blonde man has little interest in stuffing himself in a loud, crowded dorm room without some kind of escape, so he's content with just talking to the birthday hobbit outside.]

S-Sam! [He grins wide--would go for a hug, but Rick holds his broken hand awkwardly and doesn't plan on moving much unless he absolutely has to. The other hand gestures vaguely at the festivities nearby.] W-What is...?

Hi Rick! [Sam smiled at him and handed him a bundle of flowers] I'm sorry they are not much [He blushed] It's my birthday today [He gestured at the room] Lelouch and Waver made me a cake

[Rick blushes back and motions as if he's about to argue--"oh no, I couldn't possibly," say his frantically gesturing hands--but he gives in quickly enough and accepts the flowers with a polite, bashful nod.]

H-How n-n-nice! I--I d-d-didn't know, I'm s-sorry. I sh--should have... [Rick trails off, looking very confused.] ...W-Why...the f-flowers?

It's no worry, I forgot myself actually [He smiles sheepishly] It's a birthday present [Of course, big folks are strange]

[Rick is still confused, but in a friendlier, kind of embarrassed way, accompanied by a small chuckle.]

Y-You m-mean...b-but I'm s-s-supposed to g-give you a--w-well-- [Or is that just a hobbit thing? Rick stops himself short.] --a-ah--n-never mind. Th--Thank you.

[He blinked] It's alright, I guess big folks have different traditions than hobbits. But giving presents on birthdays is one of ours. [He found it hard to imagine, birthday presents seemed like such a basic thing for any people to have]

Since the great room shuffle Diarmuid has been planning on stopping by Waver's new room to meet his roommates. It's only polite he introduces himself to those he doesn't know, since they will probably be seeing a lot of him. He's pleased to see that two of the names on the plate by the door are names he recognizes, though Sam's is unfamiliar to him even if it does stir a very vague memory in his mind. He knocks politely and before stepping inside, surprised at the sight that greets him.

He is further surprised when a flower is pressed into his hand. When he looks down at the person who has given it to him, the memory that was stirring earlier snaps into focus.

"You're one of the Hobbits that Legolas told me about, aren't you!" Diarmuid seems excited at the prospect. Though long gone from the Tower, the elf had suggested he meet the Hobbits who were in it and Diarmuid had not had the chance to do so before now. "Is there a party going on?"

Sam blinked at the question, "You knew Legolas?" The elf had disappeared not so long after Sam had arrived and the mention of him made him miss him, him, Gandalf, Frodo...

But it was a party and no time for sadness, "I am, I'm Samwise, there is indeed, you can come and join if you wish. Waver and Lelouch made a delicious cake."

"I had the honor for not nearly a long enough time. He told me several stories about your world," Diarmuid laughs softly. "Probably because I ask too many questions. Forgive my rudeness," he bows politely to Sam. "My name is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Waver Velvet is my partner, and I wished to stop by and meet his new roommates. I was not expecting a party. Is it someone's birthday, then?"

Sam just smiled and gave a bow back, "Well it's nice to meet you Diarmuid Ua Duibhne and it sure is good to meet someone close to Waver." It was good that Waver had a partner, had friends, the man seemed to hold a lot of sadness.

"Aye, it's mine. I'm forty one." Still relatively young, for a Hobbit, and Sam was aware that he had seen more and done more than most hobbits did in an entire lifetime.

"As it is to meet you! Happy birthday! I wish I had known. I would have found something to gift you in celebration," Diarmuid seems contemplative for a moment, as if trying to think of what he might have on him to give as a gift. As he is thinking, his eyes fall on the flower he had been given when he walked in, "You are giving gifts at your own party? Is this a tradition of your people?"

Sam blinked, a little confused at the first statement and more so at the second, "Of course I am, though it isn't much, there wasn't much I could find and the flowers were so pretty I thought to myself, well these will brighten up folks' rooms if nothing else. Are birthday presents not a custom of big people?"

It would explain the slightly odd looks anyways.

"Birthday presents are, but the exact tradition is apparently different between our people. So, your tradition is that on a birthday, the person whose birthday it is gives gifts to others, right?" Diarmuid wants to make sure he is understanding what Sam is saying correctly, which is why he repeats it before continuing, "Our tradition is that we give gifts to the person whose birthday it is. They are actually quite the opposites of each other oddly enough."

Sam nodded, to show that Diarmuid that he had it right. "Oh, so they are." He thought about that, it made sense in a way. Though he was sure he liked the hobbit way better, it seemed fairer, if people were going to come and celebrate with you they should get presents, and it meant everyone got presents through the year instead of just lots at once.

"No wonder everyone has seemed so confused."

"Yes, I am going to guess they were pretty confused. If you get the chance, you should make sure you explain about your customs to them. I have to admit, I do like your version of the tradition and your gift. Thank you," Diarmuid slips the flower behind his ear--there really isn't a better place to safely put it considering his armor. "Do you have any other interesting birthday traditions?"

"I will do, thank you." Sam smiled, it was good to know these things, so he didn't confuse people.

"Well parties are a tradition and there's always cake and games. We invite folk but it is pretty much expected that most of Hobbiton will turn up anyways. Hobbits like parties."

"Yes, if I recall right, Legolas said that your people are very happy and laid back most of the time. I expect you would like parties a great deal," Diarmuid smiles for a moment, before his expression becomes more grim. "It must be so hard for you to be here. This place is far from happy or relaxed..."

"Aye, but it is hard for everyone I would say. People seldom like strife and pain." It was a far cry from Hobbiton, but Sam had not seen his home in a very long time.

"There's hope here though, which is better than some places I've seen."

"You have seen places where hope has been completely lost?" Diarmuid looks, first surprised, and then sad. As someone who believes on never giving up hope, it makes him uneasy to know of places were all have done just that.

"I...can hardly imagine how terrible it must be. Can it even be called living is there is no hope?"

"Aye." He guessed it was an apt way to describe Mordor a place with no hope. "I wouldn't call any part of that land alive," He shook his head, "But hope tends to find a way in the end. At least I think so."

Diarmuid nods, a contemplative look on his face, "Hope is mobile, not stationary. While it can be driven from a land, it can very easily be carried back into the land by a few people who believe in it strongly enough. It sounds like you have some very interesting tales to tell, my friend. Maybe I could ask you to share them sometime? I won't ask now. This is your party, after all, and I don't want to keep you from the other guests for too long."

"Aye... I am not the best story teller I'm afraid, if Frodo or Gandalf were still here I'd send you to them." But as it was he was the only one from his world, everyone else was gone. "I'd be happy to try though."

But birthdays were not times for sad thoughts and he smiled, "Well as I say you are welcome to come and try some of the cake, it really is delicious."

"Trying is all I ever ask of anyone. I am sure you will do just fine," Diarmuid politely bows to Sam and the looks toward the cake when the hobbit mentions it. "I would be glad to try some and maybe if I am lucky, I can even get Waver to relax enough to try some."

He turns back to Sam with a smile, "Enjoy your party. It was a great pleasure to meet you."

"I hope that you do, me and Lelouch did not succeed I'm afraid." He wondered if Waver even knew how to relax. But he could not think ill of the man for it, he had helped make the cake after all and they were using his room for the party.

"It was a pleasure to meet you too."

"Don't worry," Diarmuid grins at Sam and then starts walking toward Waver with a last polite wave to the hobbit as he goes. "I have special powers when it comes to taming Wavers. Enjoy your party and I will do my very best to make sure he enjoys it too."

"I will, and you remember to enjoy yourself too." Sam called after him before going to great another guest.

[Rolo enters the kitchen rather hesitantly. He's not sure how Lelouch will react after he tried to kill him...]

... Nii-san...?

[ Lelouch stopped when he heard a familiar voice behind him. he didn't turn or anything. at least...he hadn't been jumped or attacked again this time. he frowned lightly, putting a hand over where he had been stabbed before. he didn't want to hold it against Rolo...but he was afraid of him. he hadn't even spoken to him for quite a while ]

[ he turned back to see him, giving a small and sad smile ]

Rolo, it's...nice to see you.

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