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[castrationfist]

Who: Caster, everyone, and one unfortunate victim.
Broadcast: Text! Anonymous text. She's so sneaky.
Action: On the Vanquish!
When: Backdated to yesterday, the 19th!

[Bright and early in the morning, there's an anonymous text post flagged as urgent to the network. Does the network even have urgent flags? It apparently does now. Magic is great.]

ATTENTION, FLEET:
Today is the birthday of an incredibly amazing and talented person! The Vanquish's very own Hermione Granger!
It seems like she's keeping it secret, because she's humble along with everything else, but that won't do at all! People of importance have to be recognized!
So, be sure to shower her plenty of love and praise today, and also gifts! Birthday presents are important too!
All celebrators are to come to the Vanquish immediately!
This is how birthdays work, right?

Comments

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[brainiest]

Oh my god.

text

[castrationfist]

This has been an automated notice from the Atroma's network.

text; private.

[brainiest]

I'm not as daft as you seem to think I am, you know.

text; private.

[castrationfist]

It was worth a try?

text; private.

[brainiest]

It's a nice gesture, but not something I really need?

text; private.

[castrationfist]

There's no need to be humble! I looked it all up while we were at that planet! That 'surprise party' thing is an important custom to humans!

[.... this is how humans work, right???]

Voice;

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese is always a big fan of parties in general but he's learned a thing or two while he's been away from home. ]

Um. Does she actually want a party? Consent is a pretty important thing. It's important to check that before I bring out the big party guns.

text, still anonymous

[castrationfist]

What? I'm not sure what kind of party you're thinking of...

Voice;

[preformthisneigh]

ANY kind of party. It's important they're not...you know, super anti social and won't switch into a panic attack at the very thought of one.

[castrationfist]

Of course not, she's much cooler than that.

[preformthisneigh]

WELL! That's okay then!

You need any extra party supplies? Me and Pinkie can bring an literal ton to you.

Text

[spontaneouscombustion]

Ooh, it is? YAY, thanks for the tip, Mystery Texter! What kind of party does she want, what's her favorite cake flavor?

Text

[castrationfist]

I haven't been able to ask. Humans like surprise parties, after all!

[spontaneouscombustion]

Well of course, it depends on the person, though, some poeple want a quiet party or don't like surprises too much. Plus you know her a LOT better than me, so you probably know something from hanging out with her, right?

[castrationfist]

Hey, don't go dropping spoilers like that so casually! Maybe I just picked up the date from the records somewhere! The point of anonymity is to be secret, you know!

[... no it's pretty obvious.]

[spontaneouscombustion]

Well of course I don't know your name yet, silly, but you'd still have to know who she is and care about her a lot if you want her to have a birthday party and researched it so you could tell people, right? :)

[axiomed]

[ Charles doesn't reply to the annoucement. It seems too . . . bold for Hermione and he assumes (hopefully correctly) that she would not enjoy that kind of sentiment. Instead he packages one of the potion books he had gotten in one Spirit faction ship and heads over to the Vanquish. ]

[brainiest]

[ Charles is right, of course; Hermione's a little awkward about the public announcement, but she's getting better. It doesn't take her long to start exploring the ship and that's when she almost literally runs into him. ]

Charles! What are you doing over here?

[axiomed]

[ He smiles, the patient professor. ]

Take a wild guess.

[brainiest]

[ Her nose wrinkles a little, and she might be going a touch pink. ]

You saw Caster on the network?

[axiomed]

It was very public.

[ Charles holds out his present to her. ] Happy birthday, Hermione.

[castrationfist]

[Aha. Here's a new face after her announcement! Caster materializes out of the air nearby. There's a force preventing her mind from being read, as well, thanks to long-standing paranoia.]

Ooh? You must be here for Hermione?

[axiomed]

[ Huh. This must be the servant Hermione had mentioned. ]

Yes. Caster, correct?

[castrationfist]

Oh! My reputation precedes me, I see! As you heard, I am the beautiful vulpine bride, Caster. It's a pleasure~!

[axiomed]

Something like that. Hermione mentioned you a while ago.

I'm Charles. Charles Xavier.