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come_sailaway2022-05-08 08:22 am
mysteryfreak) wrote in come_sailaway2022-05-08 08:22 am
Pretend I posted on time
Who: Conan and Whoever
When: Backdated to May 4th
What: It's his Birthday! He's turning... eightteen
warning: I don't know, probably from dark thoughts on account of being stuck as the wrong age.
Early Morning - Cabin 106 | Steller
A.
When Conan woke up that morning he did not expect to find the room adorned with birthday decoration, mainly, in part, because he'd completely forgotten about his birthday. Just like every year though, someone assumed he needed or wanted a reminder. It takes him a full five minutes to remember the date and when it clicks he just lets out a discontented sigh.
Right. He was eighteen today. Or.. Eight. Again. Not many people can say they turned eight twice. He's pretty sure the list consists of two people. At least the streamers are better than a bomb, he decides, rolling out of bed and moving to the bathroom to brush his teeth and begin his morning ritual.
B.
Once he's dressed in his usual blue blazer, and white button down shirt he makes his way to get breakfast, dragging a book along with him that he intends to read at the table. He finds his way to his usual table, orders an iced coffee and a small fruit salad and props his book open but it doesn't seem to be holding his attention as he watches people mill about, finding their tables and ordering their breakfast.
It's funny how quickly people adapt to and create new routines. It took less than a week for him to fall into a some kind of routine for the day and it probably took some others less. He watches the people in the buffet mill around while he sips from his glass. His mind is making tiny calculations about each and every single person that crosses by. At least it'll keep his brain occupied.
Mid-day
[ Wild Card. He's out and about, run into him where ever. ]
Evening - Steller
Conan's back for dinner and while he's eating and going over notes he's been making all day a ghost brings him a small cake that reads 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' He glances down at the cake and the way it's decorated. Right. It's his birthday. He'd almost made it all day without it being public knowledge which would have have been preferable due to the fact birthday's kind of lose their appeal when you start repeating them.
However, he appreciates the all the effort that went into the cake. At least it's not something to match his alleged age like Kamen Yaiba.
"Thank you..?" He tells the ghost before it moves away again. He turns attention back to the cake, looking at it suspiciously.
When: Backdated to May 4th
What: It's his Birthday! He's turning... eight
warning: I don't know, probably from dark thoughts on account of being stuck as the wrong age.
Early Morning - Cabin 106 | Steller
A.
When Conan woke up that morning he did not expect to find the room adorned with birthday decoration, mainly, in part, because he'd completely forgotten about his birthday. Just like every year though, someone assumed he needed or wanted a reminder. It takes him a full five minutes to remember the date and when it clicks he just lets out a discontented sigh.
Right. He was eighteen today. Or.. Eight. Again. Not many people can say they turned eight twice. He's pretty sure the list consists of two people. At least the streamers are better than a bomb, he decides, rolling out of bed and moving to the bathroom to brush his teeth and begin his morning ritual.
B.
Once he's dressed in his usual blue blazer, and white button down shirt he makes his way to get breakfast, dragging a book along with him that he intends to read at the table. He finds his way to his usual table, orders an iced coffee and a small fruit salad and props his book open but it doesn't seem to be holding his attention as he watches people mill about, finding their tables and ordering their breakfast.
It's funny how quickly people adapt to and create new routines. It took less than a week for him to fall into a some kind of routine for the day and it probably took some others less. He watches the people in the buffet mill around while he sips from his glass. His mind is making tiny calculations about each and every single person that crosses by. At least it'll keep his brain occupied.
Mid-day
[ Wild Card. He's out and about, run into him where ever. ]
Evening - Steller
Conan's back for dinner and while he's eating and going over notes he's been making all day a ghost brings him a small cake that reads 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' He glances down at the cake and the way it's decorated. Right. It's his birthday. He'd almost made it all day without it being public knowledge which would have have been preferable due to the fact birthday's kind of lose their appeal when you start repeating them.
However, he appreciates the all the effort that went into the cake. At least it's not something to match his alleged age like Kamen Yaiba.
"Thank you..?" He tells the ghost before it moves away again. He turns attention back to the cake, looking at it suspiciously.
Evening
But she does want to check in on him, even if briefly. Maybe ask what he's working on. She brings her plate over, piled high with shrimp as always, a curious glance down at the small cake.
"Oh, that's cute. It's your birthday?"
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He glances back at the cake. There'd be little other reason to bring him a cake with 'Happy Birthday' on it. Instead of voice his sarcasm though he just shrugs.
"I guess so. They put streamers in my cabin, too. Which is weird because I think Malcom-san or I would have heard someone come in last night."
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But his answer makes it sound like he isn't particularly enthusiastic about it. Which is fine, she supposes, it probably isn't all that fun to celebrate when you've been kidnapped far from home with no way to get back.
"Well, I have it on good authority that ghosts can be very sneaky," Ava sets her plate down, though remains standing. "Hey, can I have a sheet of paper?" she asks, peeking over curiously at his notes.
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He turns his attention back to Ava and then looks at his notebook. Will he be able to replace it if he runs out of pages? Oh well, he can probably spare at least one. He unceremoniously tears a page free and holds it out to her.
"Do you want a piece of cake? Sweets always tastes better when you share." He offers, smiling up at Ava.
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"Oh, just a small slice," Ava requests, smiling at him before going back to working on the card. Her hand is held up a bit to shield him from view of what she's writing, and she keeps pausing, hums in thought, and then quickly finishes it off.
She passes the card across the table, the inside filled with an encoded birthday message. He seems the type to enjoy a bit of a puzzle.
"Surprise," she jokes. Because it wasn't at all.
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It's a good thing he's not that surprised because as a detective he tends to not like surprises. They rarely end well for him.
The code is at least appreciated even if the answer is rather obvious. "Thank you!" he says brightly.
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"I know lots of fun ones," she tells him, a gesture to the rather basic code. "Government secret level ones."
Evening
He tilted his head, studying the cake and grinned widely. "Great cake, kid! Love the theme. Does it bleed when ya cut it? Raspberry filling would just add to the aesthetic."
The demon crammed an entire chicken wing from his plate into his mouth and started crunching happily.
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"Hmm..." He looks it over carefully, there's some raspberry syrup in representation of the blood and wine but it doesn't look like that kind of cake. "I don't think so." he finally stated before sinking a fork into it. It doesn't bleed.
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He ate another wing and shrugged.