Ali's Birthday

[chill_whispers]

It's about time the Ides of March were redeemed. Caesar is long gone, and there are far more significant people around today--at least, as far as Sasha and the children are concerned. The efforts at spoiling her begin as soon as she wakes, and the children have a loud and party-hattish party for her at lunch (with four cakes, yum yum!). As the day'

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[the_munks]

"Is this the door?" asks Theodore meekly. "I believe so." replied Simon, straightening his glasses. "Only one way to find out." said Alvin, scurrying up the door frame and reaching over to press the doorbell with a grunting stretch before dropping back down next to the basket they brought with them.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha opens the door, a pale woman in a dark dress whose lines allude to antiquated fashions, and smiles warmly upon the trio. "You must be Theodore, Simon, and Alvin. Do come in, please; would you like any help with your basket?"

[the_munks]

The boys look at each other. "She's pretty." whispers Theodore. "She knows our names!" says Alvin. Simon looks up at her, seemingly the only one with manners. "Hello, yes. I'm Simon, that's Alvin, he's Theodore." he points out which is which. "Thank you very much, it's very heavy for us. It's for Ali." The boys scamper inside.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali's slid down from her chair while the boys where having their introductions, and is now sitting on the floor with her really giant Irish wolfhound sprawled beside her. When the boys scamper in, she waves and smiles to them. "Hello darlings! It's so good to see you all. Thank you for coming."

[fleet_st_demon]

Certain parties have indeed remembered, even amidst the sudden flurry of activity at the shop, and the return of Jubilee. Certain parties have also spent most of the day with the shop closed, spending the day getting ready.

And thus it was that at the appropriate time, Sweeney showed up at the appropriate place, with a slender and delicately wrapped package.

[chill_whispers]

Does Sasha breathe a sigh of relief when she sees Sweeney at the door? Perhaps, but she tends to be discreet about such things. "Sweeney, how wonderful of you to come," she purrs. "Won't you come in?"

[fleet_st_demon]

He smiles and does indeed go in. "I'm not late, am I?"

[vicioussweetie]

Casey comes over to sniff at Sweeney when he comes in, and gives his hand a welcoming lick. Then he starts the search for Chester.

"Hello Sweeney. You're at all late." Ali's sitting on the floor right now, possibly because some of the guests are chipmunk-sized. Being, as they are, chipmunks.

[hammerofhell]

Other parties have only recently learned of the occasion, but have made it a point to arrive all the same. It's not the easiest thing to get away from an airfield, but when you're the darling flying ace of the German army, known for going off on your own anyway, it works out fairly easily.

So here there be Hans, complete with a carefully wrapped package of his own.

[chill_whispers]

And here there be a pale woman, greeting him at the door with a smile. "You must be Hans; please, be welcome in this home. You may call me Sasha."

[hammerofhell]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sasha," he says. "I hope that I am on time?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Hello liebling," Ali calls from under and behind the guests and flowers and puppies and other furry things (which may fall into one or more of the previous categories)), waving.

[the_munks]

((The boys will just mill around for awhile and play with the kitty or something. I've suddenly gotten very drowsy and need to take a nap, lest I fall asleep on my keyboard but I HAD to have them give Ali presents for B-day happiness.))

[vicioussweetie]

((Okay, sweet dreams. Thank you for coming!))

[chill_whispers]

((Best wishes, and rest well. Thanks for coming, and feel free to return when you're more awake.))

[in_jubilation]

And a little late is Jubilee. But at least she comes bearing daffodils for her favorite Ali!.

[chill_whispers]

Yet again, Sasha answers the door. "Jubilation, welcome. Please, come in."

[in_jubilation]

"I am not late, am I?" Poor Jubilee, six months back in time has really screwed up her dates.

[chill_whispers]

"Not late, no," Sasha assures her, waving the girl inside and closing the door.