Arthur (
dontthinkaboutelephants) wrote in
driftfleet2016-06-08 06:00 pm
Entry tags:
birthdayyy
Who: Syeira, Arthur, anyone who's friends with Syeira!
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Action: at the Space bar on the Iskaulit
When: today at 6pm
Arthur's set up the Space bar with handmade decorations, streamers, and a sign that neatly spells out 'Happy Birthday, Syeira'. Of course there's the bar, where you can buy drinks. Nami's probably here somewhere to ask permission.
But there's also a beverage table, with neat little labels for the punch, water, and free alcoholic beverages. There's also a nice heap of finger foods: crackers, dips, sandwiches, whatever Arthur could trade for or buy for the party.
There's a table set up for card games, a small area for dancing to the music that's playing in the background, and some tables in the corners for the less sociable.
All bards and the musically-inclined are encouraged to play and sing. Heck, maybe you can get Syeira to sing for everyone!
Arthur's set up a game of passing the orange, too, because evidently he gets his party ideas from classic movies. For those unaware, you're supposed to form two lines, each line being a team. You have to start with the orange tucked under your chin, and must pass it to the next person, until the last person, no matter where the orange rolls to. What an excellent way to awkwardly meet someone!
Don't forget cake! How did Arthur manage to find enough ingredients for cake? Who knows, but it's just a small sheet cake, vanilla. He did his best. It tastes decent, at least.
And there's a pile of presents on a table in the corner. Maybe you should find the birthday girl and give yours to her.
Have fun!
[ooc: Feel free to make a starter. Anyone friends with Syeira is invited! Backtags are always welcome.]
Broadcast: none
Action: at the Space bar on the Iskaulit
When: today at 6pm
Arthur's set up the Space bar with handmade decorations, streamers, and a sign that neatly spells out 'Happy Birthday, Syeira'. Of course there's the bar, where you can buy drinks. Nami's probably here somewhere to ask permission.
But there's also a beverage table, with neat little labels for the punch, water, and free alcoholic beverages. There's also a nice heap of finger foods: crackers, dips, sandwiches, whatever Arthur could trade for or buy for the party.
There's a table set up for card games, a small area for dancing to the music that's playing in the background, and some tables in the corners for the less sociable.
All bards and the musically-inclined are encouraged to play and sing. Heck, maybe you can get Syeira to sing for everyone!
Arthur's set up a game of passing the orange, too, because evidently he gets his party ideas from classic movies. For those unaware, you're supposed to form two lines, each line being a team. You have to start with the orange tucked under your chin, and must pass it to the next person, until the last person, no matter where the orange rolls to. What an excellent way to awkwardly meet someone!
Don't forget cake! How did Arthur manage to find enough ingredients for cake? Who knows, but it's just a small sheet cake, vanilla. He did his best. It tastes decent, at least.
And there's a pile of presents on a table in the corner. Maybe you should find the birthday girl and give yours to her.
Have fun!
[ooc: Feel free to make a starter. Anyone friends with Syeira is invited! Backtags are always welcome.]

Arthur | one closed, two open options!
[Arthur's wearing one of his suits today, one of the three-piece suits. His hair is slicked back to perfection, and he seems antsy. He's talked Syeira into going on the Iskaulit to hang out, but he stops a moment, looking thoughtful.] Wait. You should... change. Into that dress we found at that shop? You'll look lovely.
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a ) Art
[Arthur's in a corner of the bar with his sketchpad out, a pencil in his hand. He's offering the closest thing to caricatures he can draw, little cartoons of people that are pretty cute and funny. Other than that, he's pretty quiet. Despite having planned the party himself, he isn't really an outgoing guy.]
b ) Tipsy cw: alcohol
[After a while, Arthur warms up a little. He's had a few drinks in him, and he's starting to feel it, getting warm and cuddly. He's also laughing at a few more jokes than he usually does.
Eventually, he's leaned over on the bar, head on the surface, sleeping soundly. Maybe someone should... wake him...]
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So she just frowns in puzzlement and looks down at her usual clothing.]
Why? Is there something wrong with my gear? Is there a tear?
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[Pretty pleaseeeee]
We'll be the overdressed weirdos at the bar; it'll be great.
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[She's teasing, but puffs away a curl green her face.]
Alright, I'll just be a minute.
[Back into her room she goes. It didn't take her long. She's not a girl who fusses over herself much. She comes back out after about five minutes.]
Okay, here I am.
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which is for the best, because he doesn't know how else to function in social situations like this.
as he is now, he wanders quietly in Arthur's direction and... the creepy monotone voice really identifies him, even if the lack of paint is confusing.]
Why're you always doing that.
Birthday Girl!
She cries a little. From joy.
She will likely hug you in delight and gratitude. She'll also attempt to play hostess instead of guest of honor, and see if you're getting enough to eat or drink. As for presents, she'll definitely need to be gently directed to open any, because how can they possible be for her?
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He's here because he was asked. Because it helps to try to focus on someone that isn't himself and his own stupid problems. Or he would very much like to pretend that it helps.
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"Here!" The cake is enthusiastically thrust towards him.
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"Thank you. Though, I am in no danger of starving, I assure you," he says, smiling faintly.
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Maglor slips in quietly and waits until she has a moment alone. He's also stretching the truth, as his gift is the song he's writing for her.
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"No, of course not! I'm the one who owes you an apology. You were only being kind to me, and I lost my temper on you. I'm so sorry."
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"I did not mind - you needed the release, and I am used to being a target for anger.
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But he does approach her. He's not going to hide all night, not when she's getting to celebrate something so important. He taps her on the shoulder to get her attention.
"...Hey."
Which is his way of saying "Happy Birthday". You work with what you've got.
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"Hey." A warm, affectionate way to say thanks. "Look at me. I got a birthday."
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Nodding, "Don't forget it." Wouldn't that be silly, if they had to go and throw her a new party because she forgot when her birthday was all over again? Ah... Speaking of presents, he reaches into his normal, boring pocket and pulls out a small something... it's about a centimeter wide, as long as the length of his palm, and it's wrapped appropriately in brown paper.
He holds it up for her. It's hers.
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But the fact that he immediately seeks Syeira out gives it away, of course. Hands in his pockets and shoulders a little hunched (because though he might have held himself well at the masquerade, this is not the sort of party he's used to), he waits nearby to happen upon her attention instead of flagging it down.
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She needs a break from that, and so she turns her notice to Coil rather quickly. She signs: thank you for being here. It's a two fold meaning. She's pleased he came (and surprised) and she's grateful for his presence. She could really use his personality right about now.
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So, his expression eases up as well. With all of the revelry, a quiet greeting is nice.
He is very okay with not being hugged. He'd been a little worried about it, honestly.
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he's terrible, I'm sorry
you misspelled perfect
"Is that from your home?" Because she's not the only adventurous red head in the planes, maybe he just knew a song about a red head.
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"Not at all; I wrote it myself. You know the heroine of the tale quite well. I am surprised you did not recognize her."
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Felix - open
Even were he in his best mood, he probably wouldn't involve himself in any insipid party games. Cards, however, are at least safe territory, and it's mostly at that table that the wizard can be found, ensconced with a drink or two at hand.
He'll content himself with solitaire until anyone expresses the desire to cut in]