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[in some parts of the world and the universe, it is July 25th. for a Time Lord, it is always July 25th somewhere at some time (as well as many other days if we really wish to get complicated and pedantic), and today is no exception. now, the Doctor isn't always on-time; in fact, he often misses things nine times out of ten, so when he actually does manage to turn up on-time, well, one can assume he just got lucky.]

[but even before that odd fairy tale business where he met a creature almost as chatty as him (but with phenomenal cosmic powers contained in a space that DEFINITELY wasn't bigger on the inside than the outside), he's been planning something special for Oliver. he figures he owes it to his travelling companion; he's able to do plenty for Harriet when they're on Earth, but not Oliver. and anyway, he's missed...well, a good number of birthdays, though for his friend it hasn't been that many (or so the Doctor thinks. he's not too good keeping track of that sort of thing in the first place.)]

[so! for the past hour or so, the Doctor threw a giant sheet over the entire building to hide the inside from view from wandering eyes. granted, he's also dashed outside a number of times, making several trips back and forth to the kitchen with a tea trolley he brought from the TARDIS, but once that hour is up, he runs back outside and tears the cloth off! nothing has been done to the outside of the building, of course, but inside, there are tables covered with all sorts of foods from lord knows where; multi-coloured drinks containing all sorts of alcohol have been poured into glasses all along the bar; and a special tap has been installed just for the occasion carrying Oliver's favourite beer from Birmingham. all sorts of party decorations have been thrown onto the walls, like tiny lights that blink in time with music, blue flames that flicker rhythmically like a metronome and maintain a steady, comfortable temperature in the room no matter how many people are in it, and paper streamers that smell like strawberries.]

[and, because the Doctor loves them so much and he figures Oliver would as well despite it being only a Christmas tradition, there is an entire table of Christmas crackers set below a glowing sign that reads: "Happy Birthday Ollie!".]

[with everything all set, he grins, proudly surveying his work, and slaps a sign on bar door that reads, "Everyone is welcome! Come join the fun!", and then runs off to find Oliver, who should be wandering about somewhere nearby.]

[ooc: This is a party post! So go ahead and mingle with one another, chat with Ten (at any point in the party; doesn't have to be after the bar reveal!), and/or give the birthday boy some birthday spankings! (Or offer him a toast for his continued health and a year free from dying a horrible Plane death. Whatever strikes your fancy~) But mainly, have fun! That's what birthday celebrations are for~]

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[Asch just looks grumpy. As usual. Must mean things are normal between them again.]

No.

[He looks down at the contents of the cracker. What a mess.] You didn't tell me it was your birthday. [... He sounds so accusatory.]

[in this case, Oliver is actually relieved by that grumpiness. at Asch's accusation, though, Oliver pouts back] I didn't know it was!

How do you forget your own birthday? Idiot.

[It's not like he's done the same thing multiple times. Asch takes a moment to rudely hurl a small box at Oliver's chest. It has some weight to it, and it's been wrapped neatly in green and blue paper.

What's inside? Well... it's a small silver amulet, no bigger than a locket, with a strange rune carved into it.]

[flails a little] I didn't forget! I've been travelling in time. Days don't go in order!

[but Oliver stops there, caught completely by surprise by the box] Wha...? [he doesn't know what to say. he just catches it and opens it, pulling out the amulet curiously and turning it over in his hands. then he looks up at his friend with a grin] Whoa, Asch! What does it say?

You're good with lists. It's not hard to keep a calendar.

[Asch is caught somewhat off guard by the grin. He huffs and looks away, blowing a few strands of hair away from his forehead.] It says 'world'. It's a small fonic glyph that's said to ward off sickness and make the wearer stronger. Maybe it will work on someone like you.

[scoffs] You can't keep a calendar when you're time travelling!

Oh. [okay, now he's embarrassed, but he still appreciates the thought. in fact, he slips the chain over his head so he's wearing the amulet] How do I look? Powerful? [he grins]

What, you don't sleep?

[Asch is embarrassed, too. He didn't expect Oliver to take to the gift so much. He stares at Oliver blankly.]

Too bad it doesn't make you smarter.

[makes a face] Not on a strictly 24-hour schedule, no. We get busy, or captured, or the Doctor forgets sometimes. Of course, then he pretends he meant to stop all along when I say something. But come on, between that and the Plane, a day's never a straight 24 hours anymore!

[Oliver snorts] Maybe next year, huh? [he fiddles with the amulet, admiring it]

[Asch gives Oliver an exasperated look. No wonder he's so scatterbrained all the time. But Oliver has good qualities, and he is loyal and trustworthy and strong in his own ways. Therefore, Asch tolerates him.]

Maybe.

[He uncrosses his arms.]

I need to get going.

[Oliver smiles back at Asch's--concession? implication that he isn't hopeless yet? compliment? he isn't sure what it is exactly, but whatever the case, he's glad for it]

[but he flinches when Asch makes the expected announcement] Hey, don't feel like you have to leave on my account! [he smiles to let Asch know that he understands that this is just the way he works--and that Oliver isn't going to get angry with him for it this time] I'll see you around. Get something to eat before you go! The food's great.

[with a wave, Oliver is the one who turns and walks away]

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