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thisavrou_log2016-05-15 05:10 am
sidecars) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-15 05:10 am
Those who decide to join Bucky to scare the shit out of Miller hide behind utilitarian tables and any corners available. Between some there's hushed talking to pass the time.
But when the birthday boy shows up in toe with his distractors, everyone will pop out shouting and wishing him a Happy Birthday! All except for Bucky. Where is that fella?
He'll show up! For now, find time to chat with Miller personally, stuff yourself silly with cake made by the ship's very own Napoleon Solo. Or, hell, get sloshed. We're all adults here! The time is yours to celebrate with.
But when the birthday boy shows up in toe with his distractors, everyone will pop out shouting and wishing him a Happy Birthday! All except for Bucky. Where is that fella?
He'll show up! For now, find time to chat with Miller personally, stuff yourself silly with cake made by the ship's very own Napoleon Solo. Or, hell, get sloshed. We're all adults here! The time is yours to celebrate with.
Whoever wanted to stop Miller from heading to the Mess Hall is going to have a time of it. He has the puppies with him at the moment- the only thing derailing him.
Way back when Miller was a kid, birthdays were a very American thing in Japan still. Not a lot of people engaged in Western style celebrations. But Miller? He wanted to be American so badly back then that he would do it himself. And birthdays stayed a thing with him; a day when it was okay to be selfish, to indulge yourself, do whatever you want. In a way, the years had only solidified the idea. Life could pick him apart, take his home, take his country. But it was one more year.
To be honest it wasn't quite a year now, because the days of arrival didn't line up just right. But he gave less than a care because after seeing Costa Rica again, he wanted that cake.
His first intention was to drop off the tub of puppies he spent most of the day lugging around. They were big enough now that he'd upgraded to a plastic laundry basket or else they'd manage their way out, but their ears were still small and they were still pretty bumbling. Within three weeks he'd be exhausted trying to keep up with them.
Mama was trotting after him, content in the knowledge her brood would be fine in it's idiotic mode of transportation.
Way back when Miller was a kid, birthdays were a very American thing in Japan still. Not a lot of people engaged in Western style celebrations. But Miller? He wanted to be American so badly back then that he would do it himself. And birthdays stayed a thing with him; a day when it was okay to be selfish, to indulge yourself, do whatever you want. In a way, the years had only solidified the idea. Life could pick him apart, take his home, take his country. But it was one more year.
To be honest it wasn't quite a year now, because the days of arrival didn't line up just right. But he gave less than a care because after seeing Costa Rica again, he wanted that cake.
His first intention was to drop off the tub of puppies he spent most of the day lugging around. They were big enough now that he'd upgraded to a plastic laundry basket or else they'd manage their way out, but their ears were still small and they were still pretty bumbling. Within three weeks he'd be exhausted trying to keep up with them.
Mama was trotting after him, content in the knowledge her brood would be fine in it's idiotic mode of transportation.
Edited 2016-05-15 18:32 (UTC)
Kaz, to his credit, didn't get too drunk. He just got drunk enough that he tried to sing. Which is unfortunate. Hell, it was his birthday. He could do whatever he wanted. And much to everyone's luck he kept his pants on.
A decade too late for him to indulge in those sorts of antics.
By the time he was ready to turn in he was tired as hell and ready to pass out face first in bed. Pretty sure he drank just enough to have a hangover later. The eternal punishment.
A decade too late for him to indulge in those sorts of antics.
By the time he was ready to turn in he was tired as hell and ready to pass out face first in bed. Pretty sure he drank just enough to have a hangover later. The eternal punishment.
"Hey, Miller," Deacon peeked curiously into the basket, because it was there and he was nosy by nature. "Yeah, I don't know about those clothes. I mean, I've heard that fur is in, but how are you going to get them to stay in place well enough to avoid wardrobe malfunctions?"
He stuck his hand in the basket to let the puppies touch their wet noses to his finger.
He stuck his hand in the basket to let the puppies touch their wet noses to his finger.
Snake found himself heading towards the Mess Hall mostly because he was damn hungry but also because the walk would do him some good. He turned the corner and noticed Kaz carrying a plastic laundry basket and behind him was Mama. That got a smile out of the old soldier. DD was back at Snake's room resting after a training session in the rec room.
"Hey, Kaz. Doing your laundry?" Snake peeked further in and noticed the soft balls of puppy. They were growing at an alarming rate since Ahab had seen them last. A poor Kaz and Mama exhausted after going through the hard job of delivering bundles of tiny dog.
"Hey, Kaz. Doing your laundry?" Snake peeked further in and noticed the soft balls of puppy. They were growing at an alarming rate since Ahab had seen them last. A poor Kaz and Mama exhausted after going through the hard job of delivering bundles of tiny dog.
Liquid had been planning to spend more time at home, but he'd made a commitment to coming to Miller's party, and here he is. After all, at home they don't have birthday cake. Sure, they could get some, but it's not the same.
Not the same at all.
So here Liquid is, after all the surprises are over and done with, enjoying a piece of cake and celebrating the birthday of someone he'd impersonated after having him killed.
So it goes.
Not the same at all.
So here Liquid is, after all the surprises are over and done with, enjoying a piece of cake and celebrating the birthday of someone he'd impersonated after having him killed.
So it goes.
"They're not machine washable."
The small dogs fussed over getting to Deacons hand, a couple trying to chew on those offered fingers. Miller had already endured the horrors of tiny puppy teeth= they were still working on theirs.
"Cute huh? Gonna be good dogs when they grow up. Think about which one you'd want?"
The small dogs fussed over getting to Deacons hand, a couple trying to chew on those offered fingers. Miller had already endured the horrors of tiny puppy teeth= they were still working on theirs.
"Cute huh? Gonna be good dogs when they grow up. Think about which one you'd want?"
They still had tiny, rounded ears but had grown into some puppy soft husky fluff, eyes well open and their paws large. Kaz shifted the basket so Venom could get a better look.
"Good looking batch," he said proudly, as if he were as much responsible for this mess as Mama was. "They're gonna be good dogs one day. Hopefully lend a good hand around the ship. Or paw."
He seemed quietly proud of his supremely tacky joke.
"Good looking batch," he said proudly, as if he were as much responsible for this mess as Mama was. "They're gonna be good dogs one day. Hopefully lend a good hand around the ship. Or paw."
He seemed quietly proud of his supremely tacky joke.
Ahab couldn't fault that. They were a good looking batch and would one day grow up big and strong like their mother. Dogs were useful animals to have around as both a companion and a working animal.
"Yeah. DD will love making new friends with the pups when they're older." Snake didn't really know the exact breed of DD. An Afghan wolf hound? He was more of a wolf dog than anything else. Even Ocelot didn't know the exact breed. He was just big.
"The ship needs more dogs aboard. It's got us already. Time for some new blood, huh?" Ahab meant Diamond Dogs. Both him, Kaz and Ocelot were aboard and they were dogs or sorts, so why not? Dogs in space.
"Yeah. DD will love making new friends with the pups when they're older." Snake didn't really know the exact breed of DD. An Afghan wolf hound? He was more of a wolf dog than anything else. Even Ocelot didn't know the exact breed. He was just big.
"The ship needs more dogs aboard. It's got us already. Time for some new blood, huh?" Ahab meant Diamond Dogs. Both him, Kaz and Ocelot were aboard and they were dogs or sorts, so why not? Dogs in space.
Edited 2016-05-17 08:20 (UTC)
Not too long after Miller returns to his room, a knock comes at the door.
Snake hadn't attended the party, hadn't even know it was going on. He's been out of cryo for less than forty-eight hours, and he hasn't had that much time to catch up on all the various goings-on throughout the Moira.
Judging from the message from the captains, there's been more death and harm between crew members. And something to do with a portal into fake versions of their worlds, but he's pretty sure he doesn't want to get near it with a ten-foot pole.
Not sure when Miller will be out working and when he'll be in his room, Snake decides to drop by later in the evening, once he can be fairly sure that Miller will be back. He doesn't even have a gift with him, or a card, or anything -- but somehow he doesn't think Miller will care.
Snake hadn't attended the party, hadn't even know it was going on. He's been out of cryo for less than forty-eight hours, and he hasn't had that much time to catch up on all the various goings-on throughout the Moira.
Judging from the message from the captains, there's been more death and harm between crew members. And something to do with a portal into fake versions of their worlds, but he's pretty sure he doesn't want to get near it with a ten-foot pole.
Not sure when Miller will be out working and when he'll be in his room, Snake decides to drop by later in the evening, once he can be fairly sure that Miller will be back. He doesn't even have a gift with him, or a card, or anything -- but somehow he doesn't think Miller will care.
"Snake!" At least he didn't call him David this time. He was using a newly acquired umbrella to support some of his weight against his aching leg rather than a crutch. At least he could pretend to be a little distinguished with his new gift.
The problem is that when Miller opened the door and approached him, he was still tipsy. And he broke into a big smile the moment he saw him, easier and far less burdened than most of his expressions.
"You know, those eyes are prettier when there's two of them." And with that loosely gestured directly at Snake's face. "But I'm sure I could say the same about my hands."
With that umbrella hooked over his forearm he made jazz-hands at him, one the real one, one the fake one. Yes, this was the birthday boy that Snake had come to see.
The problem is that when Miller opened the door and approached him, he was still tipsy. And he broke into a big smile the moment he saw him, easier and far less burdened than most of his expressions.
"You know, those eyes are prettier when there's two of them." And with that loosely gestured directly at Snake's face. "But I'm sure I could say the same about my hands."
With that umbrella hooked over his forearm he made jazz-hands at him, one the real one, one the fake one. Yes, this was the birthday boy that Snake had come to see.
Edited 2016-05-18 07:03 (UTC)
"I dunno. Which one of them do you think looks the most like me? Dogs are supposed to take after their owners, right?"
Although Deacon's face will probably change a minimum of five times over the course of these dogs' lifespans. He rubs his knuckles over the fuzzy chest of the nearest pup.
Although Deacon's face will probably change a minimum of five times over the course of these dogs' lifespans. He rubs his knuckles over the fuzzy chest of the nearest pup.
Kaz picked out a black and white pup, suddenly confused as to why it was being moved, and offered it for Deacon to hold.
"What about this one?"
"What about this one?"
Deacon took up the puppy in his hands and held it against his chest. It wiggled, but not too much, and started enthusiastically licking his fingers. He grinned down at it.
"Yeah. yeah, I like this one. Maybe I'll name it 'Newspaper' or, oo, 'Simple Morality.' 'Sim' for short. 'Simmy.'"
"Yeah. yeah, I like this one. Maybe I'll name it 'Newspaper' or, oo, 'Simple Morality.' 'Sim' for short. 'Simmy.'"
"Simmy, huh? That's... sure."
That was a pretty bad name but given that they named the dog on mother base "D-Dog" which failed at any sort of inventiveness prevented him from further commentary.
"She ended up with a few different colors. Don't know how."
That was a pretty bad name but given that they named the dog on mother base "D-Dog" which failed at any sort of inventiveness prevented him from further commentary.
"She ended up with a few different colors. Don't know how."
"Nah, not Simmy. I'm just messing with you. I'll have to think about the name more, come up with something really good."
He shifts his grip so he can touch her ears, her paws. She accepts it all calmly. Good trait.
"She's gorgeous. She's gonna make some canine heads turn back home when she's all grown up. And if they're mutant monster feral canines, then she'll bite their throats out while they're exposed from turning. So, where're you headed with your basket of puppies?"
He shifts his grip so he can touch her ears, her paws. She accepts it all calmly. Good trait.
"She's gorgeous. She's gonna make some canine heads turn back home when she's all grown up. And if they're mutant monster feral canines, then she'll bite their throats out while they're exposed from turning. So, where're you headed with your basket of puppies?"
"Every night I take them to Eggsy's office since he can crate them. Gives Mama a chance to get used to me being away from her, too.
"After that, I was planning on heading into the kitchens. Make myself something." Specifically, a cake.
"After that, I was planning on heading into the kitchens. Make myself something." Specifically, a cake.
It was difficult to ignore the siren call of some normalcy wrapped up in a party once Raiden found out. Anything to try and forget about creepy space stations and rogue AI and talking monsters and the like. All the better if it was for someone as exhalted as Miller.
Plus, booze. Booze was great. Booze was never not great to have.
Still, he knew he was kind of the new kid around here and tries to be as casual as possible. He's trying way too hard to be casual to the point he probably stands out; hand on his hip while indulging in a bottle near a food table. The result is an unintended "I'm definitely a cool guy and am so cool" kind of pose.
Totally normal.
He'll probably have to be reminded to get into a hiding spot when the time comes.
But afterwards he'll go back to milling around, trying to not look like he's trying to fit in. Left to his own devices he's just going to keep drinking. And drinking. And drinking.
Plus, booze. Booze was great. Booze was never not great to have.
Still, he knew he was kind of the new kid around here and tries to be as casual as possible. He's trying way too hard to be casual to the point he probably stands out; hand on his hip while indulging in a bottle near a food table. The result is an unintended "I'm definitely a cool guy and am so cool" kind of pose.
Totally normal.
He'll probably have to be reminded to get into a hiding spot when the time comes.
But afterwards he'll go back to milling around, trying to not look like he's trying to fit in. Left to his own devices he's just going to keep drinking. And drinking. And drinking.
Yeah that whole thing about impersonating birthday boy after he murdered him. That was a thing.
Liquid being dead from FOXDIE was also supposed to be a thing, but this ship worked in funny ways. If nothing else, Liquid is a familiar face and one Raiden is trying to get more comfortable with the idea of seeing... for better or worse. He's not going to let that stop him from getting his own slice of cake.
"Wonder how old he's turning."
Liquid being dead from FOXDIE was also supposed to be a thing, but this ship worked in funny ways. If nothing else, Liquid is a familiar face and one Raiden is trying to get more comfortable with the idea of seeing... for better or worse. He's not going to let that stop him from getting his own slice of cake.
"Wonder how old he's turning."
Edited 2016-05-19 02:18 (UTC)
The thing is when you know as many stealth experts as Miller did, a surprise party takes on whole new meaning. Honestly he was more surprised that there wasn't soldiers jumping out of cabinets and dropping from the ceiling. He appreciated it though. He might have been something of a sourpuss in recent years (if sourpuss could also be defined as someone feeling as though their entire world fell apart and wanted to make everyone vaguely connected to that suffer), but he still wanted to find those old parts of him and hang onto them. Like the one that still loved birthdays and watching soldiers have a good time. Let them be real people rather than a medium from which a bullet reaches a target or a fist reaches a face.
When he finally saw Raiden, the exalted Hell Master was summoning some of that younger self and downing a beer in a way that was going to eventually end in some belch that a more articulate man would would be able to make into words. He'd just have to wait for it.
Fantastic first impression. Could be that it possibly would be, because tonight he was determined not to let himself fall into that pit that was too easy to find.
He turned toward the pale haired man mid-chug and realized that while he had seen him around, he didn't fully know him. He pulled the mug away from his face, turned his back as if that would make wiping his mouth on his sleeve more respectable in some way, and stepped over to offer a hand to shake. His left one, rather than the artificial, half transparent number holding the mug. "Here for the free cake?" he asked, not accusingly. He liked the company.
When he finally saw Raiden, the exalted Hell Master was summoning some of that younger self and downing a beer in a way that was going to eventually end in some belch that a more articulate man would would be able to make into words. He'd just have to wait for it.
Fantastic first impression. Could be that it possibly would be, because tonight he was determined not to let himself fall into that pit that was too easy to find.
He turned toward the pale haired man mid-chug and realized that while he had seen him around, he didn't fully know him. He pulled the mug away from his face, turned his back as if that would make wiping his mouth on his sleeve more respectable in some way, and stepped over to offer a hand to shake. His left one, rather than the artificial, half transparent number holding the mug. "Here for the free cake?" he asked, not accusingly. He liked the company.
Liquid's really got to wonder what his team would say if they saw him here like this, eating cake at the party for Miller of all people. Of course, whatever they'd say, he'd tell them to shut up, because if he wants cake he's going to get it.
He appreciated them, really. Honest.
He glances over at Raiden and shrugs, staying quiet as he finishes the bite of cake he'd started.
"Good question. I just found out it's his birthday rather recently. I'm sure we'll find out at some point." Okay, going to a party and not knowing how old the birthday boy is? Especially someone like him who's supposed to be rather knowledgeable. But hey, time things are different around here.
"Should have counted the candles on the cake," he jokes.
He appreciated them, really. Honest.
He glances over at Raiden and shrugs, staying quiet as he finishes the bite of cake he'd started.
"Good question. I just found out it's his birthday rather recently. I'm sure we'll find out at some point." Okay, going to a party and not knowing how old the birthday boy is? Especially someone like him who's supposed to be rather knowledgeable. But hey, time things are different around here.
"Should have counted the candles on the cake," he jokes.
"I'd avoid the kitchens if I were you." Because people were already making a cake in there, a cake for Kaz. So lie, lie, lie.
"It's not pretty in there. Like, I think something exploded. It might have been a giant mutant tomato. Slimy. It's like a bad horror movie set."
"It's not pretty in there. Like, I think something exploded. It might have been a giant mutant tomato. Slimy. It's like a bad horror movie set."
"The hell did Loki try to do?" He sounded disappointed, though. As if he'd been looking forward to that.
"Thanks for warning me."
"Thanks for warning me."
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