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Who: Arthur and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Red Fish / on the Iskaulit
When: Now!

a ) video broadcast / action on the Red Fish

[Arthur's sitting at the kitchen table, dressed to the nines, his hair slicked back as usual. He smiles enthusiastically, his fingers tapping against the table as if he can barely control himself.]

Another year older, another year wiser. I'm 28 today. It's also been about a year since I first arrived here. So much has changed for me since then. I'm surprised how thankful I am for things. For my girlfriend, for my friends. That nothing worse than a shot through the hand happened during that battle.

It makes me wonder about the people back home. Do you think they know we're gone? Do they miss us?

[Probably not, he thinks. He aims the camera toward a newly iced cake, vanilla frosting on vanilla cake.]

I actually bought some ingredients for cake before we set off, if anyone wants any? Coffee is available, too. Just hop on over to the Red Fish.

[He grins again, his dimples standing out, unusually smiley today, and turns the camera off.]

b ) action in gym on Iskaulit

[Okay, so training with a punching bag is hard when one of your hands is injured. He's been punching at the bag for so long that his right hand is turning red, but he can barely stop himself. He has so much energy. He's not distressed by it, though. It's great. Everything's great. It's his birthday, and everything is kind of energizing.]

c ) action in meditation rooms on Iskaulit

[He's trying out this meditation thing again, thinking of what Misty told him way back then. He's even twitchier than usual, but he tries breathing in and out slowly, trying to clear his mind. Maybe he's just not good at this.]

[(ooc: Arthur (and Carl if that's still cool) activated the bugging device, so feel free to have your Red Fish characters have an augment glitch, or opt out. Arthur isn't aware of the connection between the device and the glitches, and he has mood boost and hyperactivity today.)]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

I think a common belief is that time doesn't actually pass back home the way it does for us here.

[ Carl happened to see Arthur's broadcast, but instead of replying on the communicator, he pushes himself out of bed and makes his way to the kitchen. Maybe some coffee would wake him up, even if the taste is pretty vile.

He can't for the life of him figure out why he's so tired, he's not even doing anything that he doesn't do regularly. Walking into the kitchen, he waves a hand at Arthur, stifling a yawn. ]

Happy Birthday.

Yeah, I was thinking that might be how it is. At least they're not worrying that way.

[Arthur can't help but smile, really glad to see Carl.]

Hey, thanks.

[He gets up to pour himself another cup of coffee, his finger tapping on the coffee pot handle.]

Want a cup? You seem tired.

Sure, I'll try it again. Do we have cream or sugar?

[ He offers a return smile, trying to rub the sleepiness out of an eye. ]

Guess I didn't sleep as much as I thought. [ He's not exactly weighed down by the attack, but things have been kind of unsettling. The attack, two of their own disappearing. Or going home. Wherever they went. ]

-- Wait. Arthur. Are you baking your own cake?

[ not the kindest way to say happy birthday but oh well. ]

Yeah, I take both.

[Because he has a terrible sweet tooth. He pulls the cream out of the refrigerator and puts it and the sugar on the table. He pours Carl a cup of coffee and holds it out for him.]

Something bothering you?

[He smiles, amused.] I'm not sure I'd want Syeira baking me one, and I didn't really warn anyone else. I hate making a fuss.

Good Lord. Had I known, I'd have seen your sorted. I've got a butler just about chomping at the bit to bake all sorts of remarkable things.

[He grins.] Really? Well, the thought's what counts. Who is this butler you're talking about?

Edwin Jarvis. Recently, he hails from the Tourist. But I know him back home, you see, and he's very good at his job.

[ ... ] Not that he's my butler, I should add. My blood's not that rich.

[ He takes the cup with a small thanks, pouring equal amounts of cream and sugar into it. It's definitely better, though it still has a sour aftertaste. If it gives him ]

Not really. [ Carl yawns into the back of his hand, almost on cue. ]

I'm not even doing anything different. 'm just tired.

[ But dammit, he's not about to let that stop him. Or so he thinks, anyway. He's just going to ignore the way it's hard to keep his eyes open until it stops. Totally works, right? ]

That's my general take on it.

Comes with the guarantee that they're not looking for you either, though.

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