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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2018 2:17 pm
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Party streamers looked even more inexplicably bizarre against the foreboding, cavernous rooms of Negaspace's citadel. Cheap party store decorations hung from their flimsy strings off of luminous violet crystals, with some clinging to the stone walls by rolled-over Scotch tape. Then there were the folding tables — cheap card-style with tacky plastic covers for easy cleanup. Strung-together lettering, printed with all the glitter in a drag queen's bathroom, spelled HAPPY BIRTHDAY to any unaware or unwilling to notice the ostentatious decor. Faustite never imagined such party favors could very nearly gladden such an ominous — albeit familiar — place.
Which looked like Tiberius's doing, for Schörl would show more class in her choice of decoration. Beyond the generics, the food looked tasteless by design. Objectified cupcakes, lots of alcohol. Faustite couldn't tell if any of it was expensive or not. With the Solo cups, though, it hinted at a single name: Tiberius.
Rote excitement for birthdays still hummed in him, juvenile as it was, so he made no efforts to hide his better mood when he strode into the area. He looked for the cat foremost, uncertain whether to thank or garrote him. Maybe both. They weren't opposed. And for all the cat had done since knowing him, he earned both those actions and everything in between.
But others lingered, and their reasons for being weren't entirely unclear. More than a few clever peeks into the Intelligence Database verified birthdays, likely for legal purposes with planning operations, but their April birthdays put them in scope for the activity. Strange, though; some of them never appreciated any attention paid to their persons. Maybe they wanted free food in the rare times when it happened.
ivynian soopah crappy team shindig start kolina maybe helio wants the free food?
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2018 1:24 pm
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Arrangements had been made, swag obtained and put into place with the assistance of an unwilling Finn and his slightly more willing house-mouse. Yuuri really was far more readily drawn into doing 'kind' things for teammates than the taciturn piece of s**t with an accent, so he'd been cajoled into the lion's share of the Destiny City leg-work.
The effect was horrific, jarring and awful.
Tiberius could not have been more pleased with himself if he'd managed to give a flat-chested woman tits in her sleep.
Perched atop one of the garishly adorned card-tables, the Mauvian of the hour lorded over the alcohol and the yellow-and-black clad Finn divesting the table of a solo-cup full of eye-stinging liquid. Schörl arrived shortly after Smokestack, pausing to bring joy and happiness to the birthday boy with word and deed as only she could. "Oh, nice. That smells like it'll go well with the hooch. Hey, kid, c'mere. I got ya something."
Aue's attendance had not been a certainty; he would rather have been at his warehouse building something or maybe just getting drunk. Birthdays weren't a huge deal to him, after all, but Tiberius had managed to convince him this would be important and thus the Finn was there to see the 'sweet sixteen' cake that Schörl brought in and to wonder at any significance behind it.
Did half-youma adhere to human aging standards? Aue thought not.
"Nothing you have he would want."
Fact, simply stated. Aue lifted his glass respectfully to the General and moved the hell out of her way.
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