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realityshifted2011-07-25 11:52 pm
bit_impossible) wrote in realityshifted2011-07-25 11:52 pm
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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~]
[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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[his eyes widen at that] But how did you--Saga, what's the date in your world? It isn't July 25, is it? [did the Doctor not just pick this day as his birthday randomly? is it actually his birthday in people's worlds!?] I mean...if you even use that calendar, but--how'd you know I'm a Leo?
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[Looks at Oliver confused.] It... is. [That... was weird.] Is something the matter?
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[Oliver stares at Saga in utter glee] Oh my god, it really is my birthday! Saga, this is brilliant! [he flails his hands in his excitement, still holding the ring]
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[That... makes him giggle. Oh man.] Did you hit your head?
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What? 'Course not! [and Oliver has no idea why Saga would think such a thing, either]
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Just saying. [You go with the flow, Oli-boy.]
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[he's surprised by the question, but his answer is firm and rather fervent] Yes. 'Course I do! [there's sadness in Oliver's tone, too. it's been so long...] You should see her, Saga. She's incredible.
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... Because it hurts when you're unworthy of it.]
Because of the way you talk about her, she must be. I wish I could meet her.
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But it's manry ;;] Better be soon. I can be very impatient.no subject