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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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[There's some banging in the background as Vash is a bit busy attempting to find a way to get the sprinklers off.]

Honestly, I'm not sure if the candles were actually for my age or just to catch the ship on fire. [I'm sorry. You didn't really want to know his actual age, right? You actually wanted him to focus on the candles, right? 8D]

[Unfortunately, that seems like a good enough answer to him, so he's not about to press. Instead, there's something more important to address.]

Why didn't you tell anyone? We could've celebrated properly. Birthdays are important.

[The sprinklers finally turn off, but not because of Vash.]

I dunno. Never really did much for it back home so I didn't think much about doing something here either.

[Well, that's good at least. Now Anders can focus a bit on brushing the water out of the feathers on the shoulders of his robes.]

Well, why don't we do something now? Unless you'd rather not. I just think people ought to be celebrated.

[He gave a half-smirk.]

Even troublemakers like you.

I mean, if you really want to I don't have a problem with it. I just don't really want a big deal made about it. A cake on fire is already way more attention than I generally prefer to give my birthday.

And I'm only a trouble maker because you corrupted me. Normally I'm the modest of civil behavior. [His smirk and tone of voice, however, suggests otherwise.]

Of course you are.

[It's silly that Vash saying 'corrupted' makes Anders' smile falter, but he doesn't let it linger. Birthdays were happy things and that wasn't what Vash meant anyway, even if something now curled tightly in his chest.]

It doesn't have to be a big thing, I'm not much of a partier myself. How about we get dried off and go to the Space Bar? They might be able to offer something better than a soaked, overly-large, pastry.

That's right, I never did get a chance to tell you, but I'm pretty sure we can find something decent on the Space Bar. I actually work there as a cook now.

Do you? That's good to know.

I don't tend to go by there very often, Hawke...er, the male one, works at the other bar so I tend to go there instead. [He hesitates before deciding he trusted Vash enough to go ahead and share the other reason.]

Also because I know an elf named Fenris works there and he and I are not on friendly terms. However, it wouldn't be the first time I've endured his presence to see a friend, so I'll have to come by more often.

Ah, yes. Grumpy tattoo-man. [Considering he's Vash's pseudo-boss when Nami isn't there Vash probably shouldn't be describing him like that.]

I wouldn't worry about it too much. After all when I'm suppose to be working I'll be in the back away from people and when I'm not it's not like the alcohol is different from the other bar or the fact that they're not that far from each other either.

So no need to endure for my sake. Although, to be fair, I wasn't completely certain he was on overly friendly terms with anyone.

[That tugs a smile onto his lips.]

Well, no, not really. As I understand it, he's friends with Marian Hawke, Riona and the captain of his ship, Kirk. Buuut that's about it. He's unpleasant and has been for all of the ten or so years I've known him.

It's not just you.

But you have a point, I'll leave you too it and simply bother you when you're back on this ship instead.

Oh! How's Ser Pounce? I'm assuming the rest of the ship got rained on too. [Because that's how his luck rolls.]

It's definitely a lot more humid here.

[If the dampness turning Anders' blond hair dark was any indication. He set the communicator down and leaned down to look under the desk. He returned a moment later with a slight grimace.]

Well, you're certainly not his favorite person right now, I'm afraid. Once he gets himself dry again, he might be more willing to be friendly.

[Sadly, even Anders had received a hateful glare from beneath the desk, as though it might be Anders' fault Pounce was now suffering horribly.]

Oh dear. Sorry, Ser Pounce. I'll have to see if I can find any cat nip on the planet later as an apology.

Now that would certainly win you favor. That and treats, he enjoys being spoiled.

Treats. Got it. I'd hate to be on a crew member's bad side after all.

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