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Who: Vash and you. Yes you!
Broadcast: Open to all
Action: Three Twins
When: August 18th

[And yet another birthday. Vash ticks it off mentally. He's never had a real problem with his birthday, but he never felt the need to make a big deal out of it either. Sometimes he'd have a nice meal or something, but this year he doesn't feel much need. There was all these exciting new places to check out!

He was in the cargo area. Putting away some spare ammo he had just picked up for the revolver he had. Finished he decided what he likes more than anything is being around people so making a broadcast would be a fun thing to do, right?]

Wow! Isn't being around all this life, wonderful? The people around here are really passionate! Has anyone been into any of the libraries around here? There are a couple books I'd like to look at but it seems a bit selective in who they want looking at them. Anyone have any luck at getting to some of the more... what's that sound?

[As Vash was talking a quiet chripping noise that sounds a lot like "happy birthday" has started to play.]

And what smells like burn-WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [The camera will get a very quick glimpse of a cake in the shape of a donut. Or at least that's what it looks like it could be underneath all those candles. One of the blaring out happy birthday. Just one out of the over one hundred and thirty candles crammed for room together.]

Crap, crap, crap, crap, oh crap!!! How do I put this- BEEP! BEEP! FIRE! FIRE! BEEP! BEEP! FIRE! [Vash drops the communicator as he dances around. Trying to blow the candles out, but there's just too many! Doesn't help that they're the trick candles that keep relighting themselves.

But it's okay! The ship's sprinklers finally turns on and out goes the candles! And... any dry spot on the ship. Hope everyone visiting the Three Twins wanted a sudden and unexpected shower.]

Uh...oh... how do I get those off?

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It doesn't need to be this lively!

[His tone his sharp and aggressive. He knows Robin isn't at fault, but he's going to snap like it is for the moment. Mostly because NOT HELPING!]

[It doesn't bother Robin. In fact, it makes her giggle. She likes spirited people.]

Would you have told others about your birthday if not for the viewers' timely gift?

No, but I've never made a big deal about my birthday. Even back home. Didn't really see a reason why to start now.

Socialization, I suppose.

I didn't get a chance to count how many candles they put on your cake, but it seemed quite a few more than one might reasonably expect. You aren't part giant or something, are you?

What? [Although Vash chuckles at the thought.] No, I'm tall, but I'm no giant. I don't think I'd fit on the ship if I was! Although, I have been called accident prone before. Maybe they were hoping I would catch the ship on fire for a rating spike.

So you gave them their wish for your birthday, huh?

[Robin giggles.]

You're a kind soul.

Not by choice and the only thing that burned was a cake I didn't ask for. So I think I didn't do too badly!

[He means the sprinklers didn't do too badly that is.]

Your hairdo is also a casualty, it would seem.

[But she kind of likes how he looks with it all down. It's less "annoying teenager", more "devil may care".]

[Vash runs his fingers threw his hair. It sticks up briefly before slowly flopping back down.]

Yeah, you got a point there. Luckily enough we're at a planet and I can restock supplies. If the worst is having to restyle my hair I'll take it.

Do it a bit more intentionally, and I think it'd be a good look for you, keeping it down.

[There, she said it out loud.]

It does seem a small price to pay, though. How fortunate your ship's systems are in working order.

Yeah? I dunno, I think I look pretty handsome with it up like that. Shows I put effort into my looks!

[He chuckles, but there's not much humor behind it.]

Yeah, well, at least we know it works?

I'm sure there are simpler ways of testing your ship's emergency systems. If you don't mind my asking, what augment were you given?

Oh, I know it. [He's just a silver lining kind of guy.] And I'm a pilot.