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[axiomed]

Who: Charles Xavier and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Heron
When: July 13th

[ Video ]

[ The video starts, shaky before it focuses on Charles. Well, Charles and the suddenly large box that drops in his path, effectively blocking him. For a minute, he glances around, surprised before he tentatively opens the box --

And the music starts, tinny and loud. He winces as he pulls out the swimming caps from the box. The note attached says, "Congratulations on getting closer to baldness!". Charles drops the caps back in the box. ]

Charming. I don't suppose anyone wants these? Free of charge

[ Action - locked to Erik, Raven, Hank and Moira ]

[ They had decided on the beach . . . though it seems that as though the plans were made ahead of time. Charles isn't bothered, more amused and touched by the amount of preparation and dedication that had gone into the event. He hadn't celebrated his birthday in years, years spent with Hank in an empty mansion, trying to down out each other's mutual sorrow.

Now . . . he's not sure how to feel about it, but the feeling of appreciation hasn't wavered yet. It's close to late evening and the sun is setting over the vast sea. ]

( Charles can be found on the Heron for most of the day, save for the evening )

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[beathach]

[Hank had brought food along as well, making sure not to double up on anything Erik had bought or made. Snacks and the like, mostly, things that wouldn't spoil if it sat there untouched for a while. That and drinks, and he made sure to find something that wasn't alcoholic as well (Sorry, Charles)

He waits until the others have given their gifts and offered their birthday wishes before he sets a package in Charles' lap, briefly clasping his shoulder before standing up straight. It'd been years since the last time either of them had celebrated a birthday, but he's glad that at least this time around, it isn't just another day in a lonely mansion]

Happy birthday, Charles.

[axiomed]

[ He blinks before patting Hank's arm. ]

Thank you, Hank. Really, you shouldn't have. All this trouble . . .

[beathach]

It wasn't my idea. [he isn't taking credit for any of this; it was all Erik, and he went along with it because it was a good idea] Besides - you deserve to celebrate it for once.

[with people, outside]

[axiomed]

[ He glances at Erik, with a soft smile. ]

Well, I would hardly complain on my birthday.

[beathach]

I'd hope no one or nothing would give you a reason to.

[axiomed]

I don't believe anything will.

[beathach]

I don't think so either.

[and if something threatened to it'd have to put up with both Hank and Erik and that's dangerous]

[axiomed]

[ Yeah, I would pity any poor soul who tried. ]

I can't believe people actually remembered. I barely remembered.

[beathach]

[a little wryly]

You also haven't celebrated it in years.

[axiomed]

That might have something to do with it.

[beathach]

Mmm.

[. . . nope, no sobering thoughts. Time to change the subject]

So does this mean I get to tease you for being old now?

[axiomed]

You wish.

[ He throws Hank a mock-glare. ] Unless you want some reverse treatment.

[beathach]

I'm teased for being young and old, so do your worse.

[axiomed]

Being stuck in the middle is kind of the worst, Hank.

[beathach]

You say that as if I don't know already.