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riverview2017-09-09 12:57 am
shoplifter) wrote in riverview2017-09-09 12:57 am
Entry tags:
- logan: laura,
- marvel (mcu): loki,
- marvel (mcu): peter quill,
- star trek (aos): james kirk,
- voltron: keith,
- ✖ ffxiv: x'rhun tia,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist (03): edward elric,
- ✖ hannibal: will graham,
- ✖ homestuck: dave strider,
- ✖ marvel (616): angela,
- ✖ marvel (mcu): margaret 'peggy' carter,
- ✖ marvel (ultimates): tony stark,
- ✖ the idolmaster (cg): arisu tachibana,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson
Voice with possible action. (kinda forward-dated a little maybe?) username: ilikehorses
[Well, look. Whenever she gets invited to Alphonse's future birthday, she's got a lot to think about.
She must consider this: there will be cake, that is a certainty. Cake sitting on a table, like in Transigen... in front of a deceptive cartoon painting on the wall; ways to trick outsiders into thinking the place is kind to its patients... She's learned at that facility that cake is a staple of birthdays, or rather, from the nurses. Birthdays involve singing, and they all learned the words for Delilah. All for Delilah. But they weren't allowed to have those parties, not after the first and last time; she never bothered asking about them again, because... she knew there would be nothing beyond the question. It wasn't difficult to tell what blowing out the candles and leading them away meant.
She had whispered happy birthday to Delilah on the way out, though.
Really, she's not sure just how normal those birthday choices even were. Outside of the walls of Transigen, what is a birthday like? Is there still cake? Still the concept of presents, or singing? Did the nurses want to try and do something nice but ultimately fantasy? Like Logan had said, ice-cream for bedwetters. She's curious to learn, though. So again, she uses the network for her own gain: this time, birthday information, instead of school.
(I'm sensing a pattern.)
Her voice is casual, but interested. She's not about to ruin the surprise, but she does need to know what she's getting herself into, here.]
What sort of presents are you supposed to give people, for their birthday?
... Toys, no?
[What the hell do adults like to get, for presents? A long pause, and she's not terribly sure of herself.]
Are there fireworks at birthday parties, too?
[Another thoughtful pause, yet again.]
... How do you tell what day you were born? Is it on a special paper?
[Okay, okay, last question there. She bites back more questions. Easy, Laura, easy.]
[ ADDITIONAL ACTION.]
[If you would like to find her out and about, she is wandering the shops for things that might be nice to give to the birthday boy, especially the department stores. Laura also puts on a cool hat and goes to leave without paying for it, of course, so she can be found getting approached by a very unhappy security guard there who is calling out something about a shoplifter. Look ma, it's my username!
... What? Just because she's getting better at being in the real world doesn't mean she's learned the virtue of paying for things.
Her dad stole cigars. She totally saw him do it. Cigars and a phone charger.
Or maybe you'll find her violently shaking one of those coin-eating candy machines. Stupid thieving machine - she tried to be nice about this and use real money, and see where it got her? Never fear, she pops claws from her knuckles, long and adamantium-silver, and she slices the top of the candy machine clean off, so she can reach inside and take handfuls for her pocket. Man, living the dream over here.Don't bother asking where Linda is, we all know there's a repeating pattern of juking her.]
She must consider this: there will be cake, that is a certainty. Cake sitting on a table, like in Transigen... in front of a deceptive cartoon painting on the wall; ways to trick outsiders into thinking the place is kind to its patients... She's learned at that facility that cake is a staple of birthdays, or rather, from the nurses. Birthdays involve singing, and they all learned the words for Delilah. All for Delilah. But they weren't allowed to have those parties, not after the first and last time; she never bothered asking about them again, because... she knew there would be nothing beyond the question. It wasn't difficult to tell what blowing out the candles and leading them away meant.
She had whispered happy birthday to Delilah on the way out, though.
Really, she's not sure just how normal those birthday choices even were. Outside of the walls of Transigen, what is a birthday like? Is there still cake? Still the concept of presents, or singing? Did the nurses want to try and do something nice but ultimately fantasy? Like Logan had said, ice-cream for bedwetters. She's curious to learn, though. So again, she uses the network for her own gain: this time, birthday information, instead of school.
(I'm sensing a pattern.)
Her voice is casual, but interested. She's not about to ruin the surprise, but she does need to know what she's getting herself into, here.]
What sort of presents are you supposed to give people, for their birthday?
... Toys, no?
[What the hell do adults like to get, for presents? A long pause, and she's not terribly sure of herself.]
Are there fireworks at birthday parties, too?
[Another thoughtful pause, yet again.]
... How do you tell what day you were born? Is it on a special paper?
[Okay, okay, last question there. She bites back more questions. Easy, Laura, easy.]
[ ADDITIONAL ACTION.]
[If you would like to find her out and about, she is wandering the shops for things that might be nice to give to the birthday boy, especially the department stores. Laura also puts on a cool hat and goes to leave without paying for it, of course, so she can be found getting approached by a very unhappy security guard there who is calling out something about a shoplifter. Look ma, it's my username!
... What? Just because she's getting better at being in the real world doesn't mean she's learned the virtue of paying for things.
Her dad stole cigars. She totally saw him do it. Cigars and a phone charger.
Or maybe you'll find her violently shaking one of those coin-eating candy machines. Stupid thieving machine - she tried to be nice about this and use real money, and see where it got her? Never fear, she pops claws from her knuckles, long and adamantium-silver, and she slices the top of the candy machine clean off, so she can reach inside and take handfuls for her pocket. Man, living the dream over here.
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[ He purses his lips and shrugs at the camera. ]
I don't think it matters all that much, though. I mean, I was pretty terrible as a kid and I disobeyed my mom all the time, I definitely didn't do my homework and I misbehaved a lot, but I still got a few gifts every year.
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I eat my vegetables.
[Homework on the other hand...]
It's good, that bad kids get some gifts. Not all of them can help being -- bad.
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Kids aren't really bad. They're just kids, and they all deserve at least one Christmas gift. Even if they skip on homework a few times, or don't always clean up their room when their moms tell them to.
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I hope they get good gifts.
[Like you said. They all deserve one Christmas gift.]
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[ She is also a kid, after all. And even if she weren't... well, everyone deserves gifts, Christmas or no. ]
You can make a Christmas list, if you want. Some kids do, where I come from. You make a list of gifts you'd like to get for Christmas, and then send it to Santa Claus.
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Writing a list.
[Tentative as ever, because her trust is a bit screwed up. And she's not sure she'll actually get anything, despite his comforting words.]
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[ Jim Kirk you are so full of bullshit. ]