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007 - all of us are made from the stuff of stars; video

Who: Clay Terran and yes, yes you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the good ship Vanquish
When: Right now, 7/30

[It was Clay's second birthday celebrated here. Last year, it felt weird, since there was a time jump from what he remembered in December to suddenly April, then July happening so soon after that. Now, now that he's more used to it, it's... more normal.

He doesn't want to announce anything; not because he doesn't want people to know, but well, there are party ponies here, and that had been startling to say the least the last time it happened. But there is a sponsor drop, and Clay figures he ought to address the network as he sees to what's inside it.

When he shows up on camera, he's got a big grin while he leans on a decently sized box.]

Hey everyone! It's been a while since I got a sponsor drop. What was it last time – visors? It feels like it's been light-years!

[Yes. It was visors. There's still a crate of visors in the cargo room.]

... By the way, if anyone wants a visor, feel free to message me. [He says with a tip of his own. But anyway:] But hey, look what I got now! [He leans back to gesture to the box he was leaning on.] And since it has been a while, I figured it'd be cool to have my own sort of unboxing!

[And with that, he starts! Once he's got the box cracked open, he gives the camera a grin, then opens it fully. He looks... a bit confused, and he takes out the note to read it out loud.]

Dear spaceboy, happy bir -

[SHIT NO. NOT WHEN THERE ARE PARTY PONIES HERE. He clenches his mouth shut and winces, like he just screwed up, before he slowly continues to read.]

... to celebrate, we've given you... comm cases? Uh, we love you!

[He lowers the note, looking down at all the cases, before he looks up at the camera again with a smile that first looks sheepish, then goes right back to being jovial.]

There's waaay too many cases for one spaceman. [He holds up one in particular, shaped to fit the communication devices, and leans against the box again while waving it slightly for the camera.] Anyone want one? Or two?

((ooc: the cases come in whatever design you want, though probably nothing too fancy. come bedazzle your comm device!))

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[Since Caster lives on this ship, and also can move through walls, she's going to be there immediately, materializing out of thin air to rummage through the box.]

Well, you're rather generous. What's the occasion for all of the presents, I wonder?

Edited 2016-07-30 17:25 (UTC)

[Clay's a very accepting person who's met people of all kinds here. Yet her materializing right beside him still has him jumping, before he lets out a long sigh while pressing his palm to his chest.]

Ha, maybe give a little warning first? [He sits back, letting her rummage through the box through all the cases.] But, uh. It's my birthday. [Since it's not broadcasted, he doesn't feel so awkward (or afraid of) announcing it.]

Ah, happy birthday! It's interesting for that to be celebrated, so far away from the planet that you're using to judge this by, isn't it?

[She's completely ignoring the protests or request for warning. Sorry, Clay.

She's also singling out a specific case to put on her phone immediately, because of course she is.]

[Yeah, he is... completely not surprised by her choice.]

Thanks! And yeah, that's what I thought the first time it happened. It was December when I left Earth, then April when I showed up here, so the jump was a little weird to get used to. So technically I'm still four months off?

[look, when you have a theme, you just go with it, okay]

And that's assuming our travel here was instantaneous... Not to mention the alterations in time through traveling at relatavistic speeds, even. With the distance involved, syncing up to Earth's calendar should be totally impossible!

Well, I could have made it work once, but I don't think this place could exactly have a goddess in their employ...

And when you approach a certain speed, time freezes - rather, your body's sense of time would freeze, so it'd stop aging as long as you're going that speed. Technically, with all the traveling we've done between astral bodies at the speed we're going at, I should still be stuck at 24 for a little while longer! Not to mention what that would do to Earth's calendar, or any other calendar that another person would keep here.

[Nerds being nerds, what a great birthday present]

That's right, that's right! So, there's a mystery here, isn't there? Relativity and simultaneous timekeeping are mutually exclusive, so how can our captors have both?

Maybe it's fake. Maybe they keep up a calendar system just to keep us happy. Can you imagine how weird they'd be if they said, "okay, stop the calendars, we're going at warp speed"? And having Earth's calendar system makes sense, since everything else is semi-related to Earth.

Which is weird in its own right. Well, I'm used to being worshiped like that, so it doesn't bother me much, but it's still weird.

There are a few other possibilities, though.

Oh? What're your theories?

[Meanwhile, he'll dig around to see if there's any cases he likes. Considering all the space cases he starts pulling out, he's not having too much trouble there.]

[something something you are a space case something]

Well, let's see... For example, we're kept at relativistic speed until returning to normal syncs up with the date we left off. So we might be taking years between each stop! Or a grand-scale power that can teleport or reduce the distances. Or perhaps, we're not even moving through space at all. Perhaps the Second Magic is being used, and rather than moving through space, we're simply traveling to parallel universes.

You seem like the type to enjoy thinking, so, happy birthday! Your present is a puzzle.

I'll take one!!

[hi stranger. Just how open was this offer, exactly?]

Oh, and happy birthday!

[Sorry, dude, Cheese has a date book and Pinkie already copied it earlier this month. Still, at least THIS party pony won't bring it up FIRST thing.]

Ooooooh those look really pretty! Can I get one too?

[Guess who's on the ship today! Kaworu's relationship with Clay isn't particularly close, but he lacks propriety in general, so he drops a hand onto Clay's shoulder when he draws near. The first thing he says is,] Happy birthday, Captain. [His touch is only in passing, though; once he crosses alongside Clay, he retracts his hand and peers into the box, again with no sense of tact. Both hands slip into his pockets, his normal posture. He bends at the waist to get a better look at the goods, but then raises just his eyes, so he can see Clay again.] Do you like to celebrate?

[Lightly, like he's clearly not serious]

Drat. There goes what I was going to get you.

[Totally open to all! This is a voice he hasn't heard before, and well. Now whoever's listening can probably hear the birthday wish, gah - ]

Uh, thanks...! [Maybe they won't be paying attention...!]

I've got plenty here, just come to the SS Vanquish and we'll see about getting you one!

[OH NO, THERE'S ONE. Clay blinks, blinks again, then gives a big smile. Maybe a bit too big.]

Yeah, of course! I've got a lot here, probably enough for the whole fleet! [Well, okay, maybe not that much, but he's taking a good guess here.]

[The touch makes him blink, then he looks up with a smile. Hey there, crew mate! Kaworu's gotten better about actually being around than he was when he first showed up, but you know, it's still kind of a thing. Still, he's a crew mate, and that means he's sort of family to him.]

Hey, thanks!

[He looks into the crate with Kaworu does, digging through it a bit - though carefully, just in case these things break easy or something.]

Mm, kind of? I'm okay with them, but I don't like... over the moon stuff, I guess? Like, when they make a party really grand. I don't want a big deal made out of it, that's all.

[His own voice sounds dry, but the teasing expression makes it clear that he's not serious either.]

Aww. Too bad. Woulda loved it.

So, a medium deal, maybe? I don't know a lot about it, but I think I understand. Regardless, it's an important time. I don't have anything to give you, but I'd like at least to say that I'm happy to know you. [He may be one of the more absent crew members (though, yes, he has gotten better!), but it's nice to be subordinate to someone so kind.

...] "Over the moon" — I like that. [It might seem like a stray comment, oddly tacked on, but he hadn't understood the phrase when Clay first said it. Luckily, the context Clay gave cleared it up pretty quickly; and isn't it a pleasant way to say what he meant? Kaworu slips one hand out of its pocket to delicately sift through the crate as well, until his index finger finds one that's topically appropriate, a navy blue background with a yellow crescent moon and a few stars.]

Sorry Cowboy.

Hey, save me one okay? It'd be nice to cover up the chew marks on mine.

[~~NO ONE expects the Pony Inquisition!~~ Aw, come on, Clay, they're friends, right? He can trust her!]

Awesome, I can come and pick it up! You're on the Vanquish, right? Oh! And what kind of cake do you like?

[It's been a month and a half, and really Felix has only been vaguely sociable in passing so far on the ship. He hasn't been rude, but he's mostly been keeping to himself, staying in his room or taking trips down to the planet now that they're in range.

Now that he's coming to terms with the Fleet, he's starting to think he should change that. If he's stuck here, he's stuck here. Making connections is probably for the better.

To that end, when he sees something come over the network, clearly shot in their own cargo hold, he takes the opportunity to leave his room and go investigate.]

That's a lot of birthday gift.

[sorry not sorry, birthdays should be celebrated!!]

Okay, will do!

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Actually, I don't know how to go there.

Yup, that's my ship! And, uh... [Sigh. This is his fate, huh?] I like carrot cake? Bonus points if you can make it look like a galaxy cake.

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