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[oliverplus]

[Oliver emerges on the Plane with a huge grin and a plate of piping hot chocolate chip cookies--freshly baked! he sets the plate on the table in the kitchen, drops from the Plane for a few minutes, and then reappears. he is now wearing a green paper party hat (and the same huge grin) and deposits a stack of similar hats on the table. he steps out of the kitchen and shouts to anyone who might be nearby:]

Hey! There are cookies for everybody! Spread the word!

[then he goes back into the kitchen, retrieving milk and cups and starting to pour some into them. the whole time he does this, he is practically bouncing from foot-to-foot, fidgeting with nervous energy and just generally looking ready to explode with excitement. after a moment, he stops, drops from the Plane again, and then reappears in the kitchen with noisemakers to add to the table. he runs back to the doorway with a noisemaker hanging out of his mouth, blows it several times, and then removes it to yell:]

I mean it! Hot cookies!

[he blows the noisemaker one more time for good measure before disappearing back into the kitchen]

[ooc: Today is Oliver's birthday! And he's had a big life change to go with it. Come celebrate with him!]

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[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan can resist neither cookies nor party hats, so he just walks right up and grabs one of both. He puts the hat on first, which is a bit of a task since one hand is holding a cookie and he doesn't want to combine his hair and cookie. He succeeds though, and watches Oliver run around like an excited headless chicken. Not a 'oh god i'm DYING' headless chicken.

An excited one.]

So, uh, you're in a good mood. What's up?

[Nathan's grin is an easy, friendly one, as it usually is when he pals around.]

[oliverplus]

Nathan! [Oliver turns, surprised that someone snuck in while he was running around and disappearing (though he probably shouldn't be)] Oh, you'll never guess! [and he grins. go on, Nathan. guess!]

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan gains a thoughtful expression as he tries to guess.]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[He pauses his long, drawn out 'uh' to think a bit harder.]

You... uh, huh- you... won fifty lotteries? I'd totally have cookies for that. That'd be awesome.

[It's not clear whether this is a joke or not, but considering how Nathan can be at times, he's probably serious about the 'won fifty lotteries' guess.]

[oliverplus]

50? [he laughs] I'd have cookies for one! But no. It's better than that. [and, since he can't resist:] Guess where I am!

[onehundredbeers]

[This time he's joking.]

Planet of the party hats.

[oliverplus]

[he snorts] You're close.

[onehundredbeers]

Come oooon, just tell me. I'm not good at guessing what normal jackoffs that... travel... time... do.

[He slowly trails off as he remembers most normal jackoffs don't travel time and Oliver does.]

[oliverplus]

Well, for one, normal "jackoffs" that travel time don't know when it's their birthday.

[he grins] Unless they go home.

[onehundredbeers]

Wait...

[He furrows his brows on this. Then, realization.]

Oh shit. Fuck, you're home? And it's your birthday?

[Nathan Explosion: Master of Observation and Restating What He Was Just Told.]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver is grinning split to burst his face] Yes, and yes! [he grabs a cookie for himself] Let me know what you think! Chloe and I made them together.

[onehundredbeers]

They're g- wait. Isn't that that girl that you're in love with and have been mooning over for the three years I've known you.

[He's immediately distracted by this.]

Are you dating her yet. Tell me yes. Tell me you're dating her.

[oliverplus]

Hey! We were already dating! I just...was gone for a while. [quickly] But I'm back now, so yeah, we are.

[onehundredbeers]

Okay. Good. Now, uh, wait here. Like right- right here. Don't move. [Pause.] Except, uh, you can breathe. That's moving. And blink. You can do those two things but don't move. I'll be right back.

[Nathan pops off the plane for a few seconds before returning, wallet in hand.]

Here.

[He pulls out a wad of cash (all hundreds, there's around 10k in that wad) and holds it out.]

Happy birthday, motherfucker.

[oliverplus]

...okay. [Oliver does wait--although he doesn't entirely follow directions because he starts to eat his cookie. which he almost chokes on when Nathan starts pulling money out of his wallet]

Nathan! I...I can't take that...

[onehundredbeers]

Take it. Seriously, this is just a week's allowance for me.

[He wiggles the money.]

I mean, fuck, when you're one of the six richest guys in the world, you can do shit like this. Usually. Unless you already spent your allowance and then your manager said no, but, uh, I clearly... have the money. So that. Does not apply.

[oliverplus]

A week's--! [he sputters] L-look, how about... [he takes the money, then tries to give almost half of it back] So I don't take your whole allowance!

Or...um...are you sure my universe isn't going to think this is counterfeit?

[onehundredbeers]

Nooooooo, you're keeping that.

[He doesn't accept the half back, and just slips his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans.]

Hey, if they do, look sheepish and tell them your jackass friend gave it to you as a joke, you know, realistic funny money shit? And you fell for it and you're going to... I don't know, uh, shove him down some stairs.

[oliverplus]

[he's still sputtering--and now he's waving his hands a little helplessly] But...but this is a lot of money...

Thanks...

[nevermind he's still making feeble attempts to shove it back at him. because Nathan can't really be giving him all that money, can he?]

[onehundredbeers]

Oliver. That's sock money to me. Don't fucking worry or make a big deal about it, alright? I would literally use that to buy socks.

[He grins widely.]

Next year you're totally getting something good though. Since... you'll tell me your birthday is coming up. So I can get you something.

[oliverplus]

But... [he looks down at the money helplessly. and, after a moment's hesitation, he gives in and puts it in his pocket. and he smiles] Uh, yeah, sure! But you've gotta tell me before yours, too.

[onehundredbeers]

Don't worry about it. I don't really, uh, do the whole birthday thing myself. I already have a bunch of stuff so at best, I, uh, I hang out with my dad.

[He shrugs.]

So! Yeah. Happy fucking birthday again, bro.

[oliverplus]

Well... Next time, your dad's going to have to wait a bit while we get a pint. All right?

Thanks! I figured I'd start with cookies and end at the bar. Wanna join me? [he takes another bite of cookie]

[onehundredbeers]

Yes.

[Anything that has cookies and booze is a thing he wants to be included in.]

Dear sweet jesus, yeah, I do.

[punkblaze]

[Eithan is all about cookies~ He shows up with a grin on his face. He's already picking up a party hat and putting it on his head when he starts talking to Oliver.]

So I take it somethin' really fuckin' awesome happened?

[formervanguard]

[Marta missed the announcements and the commotion. So when she walks into the kitchen, she's really surprised!]

Whoa! What's happening in here? [She blinks, looking at the hats, the noisemakers, the cookies... but then she sees Oliver, wearing a party hat and huge grin, and she can't help but smile and giggle a bit.]

Those cookies smells delicious! Did you make them, Oliver?