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[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Who: Syeira, Arthur, anyone who's friends with Syeira!
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.]

Comments

[child_of_bhaal]

She is unsuspecting. Sure it might be only glass (She has held piles of real gemstones before. They are never so clear and true in color.) but it's probably the prettiest, most feminine thing she's ever been given. Who cares what it's made of?

Not Syeira. She gasps and covers her mouth, shocked and delighted and astonished that he'd think of something like this to give her. Zhas struck her as the type to gift knives. Which she would also have liked very much. But this? This is an indulgent thing. Completely impractical. Made for vanity and nothing more.

"I-it's...beautiful. Zhas I-" She doesn't know what to say. So she ambushes him with a hug, careful not to crush her gift. "Thank you. So much."

[theboogieman]

Despite the unusual frequency with which he has been hugged lately, he's still taken by surprise when it happens. Arms up, he eventually settles for patting her on the head--praying quietly that this is a good hug and not a hug that ends with crying and snot all over his shirt.

He's glad she likes it, though. He had a feeling that everyone else was already going to give her knives anyway.

[child_of_bhaal]

She maintains that both hugs were good hugs. She was happy both times. She's mostly sober this time though, and is in far more control of herself. So he's lucky, there's no weeping. It's just a tight, warm hug.

When she releases him, she immediately reaches for her hair, tucks it up and uses the comb like combs were meant to be used: to pin hair up. It gets the curls back from one side of her face, flashes her ear (her most obvious non-human feature), and adds a bit of sparkle and contrast to all the red. "How's it look? Is it straight?"

[theboogieman]

He remains standing, arms now at his sides, since he doesn't know what else to do--but he watches her pin her hair up and feels a small sense of satisfaction in the fact that it does go very well with her hair and the color of her eyes.

And then, as the task presents itself, he reaches forward to unhesitatingly adjust her comb for her a little. A loose strand gets put where it belongs, helps push the clip up a little further and straighten it out. He's got many years of experience straightening hair-accessories, after all.

He forgets that she isn't human, honestly--so the ears are a funny reminder. It's too good a day to worry about it, though. He pulls back and nods, now that it's perfect, and signs for 'good'.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's rather fascinating to discover this about him, that he's actually adept at things like hair and accessories. She doubts anyone would ever guess it about him. He seems so at odds with the gruff walking tough guy persona he usually wears. Even without the face paint, it doesn't quite fit him. But then, everyone has their little secrets.

She signs 'thank you', a bit sloppily, with only one hand. The other is to busy touching the glass jewels in her hair. "Really, thank you. No one's ever given me anything like this before."

[theboogieman]

He smiles. It's on the smug, smirky side of things... But the expression isn't nearly as horrible without skeletal teeth painted on to mask it. Rare as it is, Zhas seems rather proud of himself.

"Happy birthday, then."

It's a time for presents one would never get oneself, after all.