[OPEN] Priscilla's birthday bash!

[swordofthenorth]

Who: ANYONE!
When: 07/10/11, Late afternoon and ongoing
Where: Patrol HQ, Ballroom 2nd Floor
Format: Action, Prose-whatever works for you!
What: It’s a surprise party! Kind of.
Warnings: TBA

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[swordofthenorth]

[Drop off birthday gifts here for Priscilla. ♥]

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[charmprince]

[It's not very well-wrapped, and the paper and bow don't really match at all, but inside there's a little bottle-green glass swallow that Asellus managed to get before all the chaos went down. It's not a lot, but she thought of Pris when she saw it.

Presents are hard.]

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[swordofthenorth]

Gift-giving had never been a forte of Isley's. He was always better at administering punishment than he was gestures of affection or kindness. Still, the moment he had seen the wooden carving of a fox that Clarice had made he knew it would be an ideal gift for Priscilla.

He had set it carefully upon the table with a sheer ribbon about its neck, a bow attached. Next to it sat a neatly wrapped bundle of books on various forms of weaponry-Priscilla had taken a liking to reading as well as teaching, and he was positive she'd find enjoyment in the practicality of the present.

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[prescientblade]

[As someone who doesn't normally do things like gifts and... birthdays... she wasn't entirely sure what was necessary for the ceremony. Or if anything was necessary at all. But what she ended up with, an appropriately-sized tin chicken, seemed satisfactory enough.]

[Call it a peace offering. And a very uncertain Teresa.]

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[stakesthings]

[Welp, it's not like Buffy knows Priscilla all that well, but you don't show up at a birthday party without leaving gifts, soooo.]

[She leaves a gift wrapped Sweet Dreams Music Box on the table because, really, who likes nightmares? No one she knows.]

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[silvereyedlion]

[It probably goes without saying that Rigaldo doesn't want to be here.]

[But since he was strongly encouraged to participate, here's a thing.]

[Happy now, Isley?]

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[calamitousnaiad]

[Verity doesn't know Priscilla all that well yet, but books are always a good present, right? So in a neatly wrapped package are Dorothy Sayers first three novels featuring Lord Peter Wimsey - Whose Body, Clouds of Witness, and Unnatural Death, as well as a cute tongue-in-cheek book on English history. On the card, which is slipped between the books and made of a folded piece of the paper she used to wrap the gift, is written the following:

"Priscilla-

In exchange for all that you've told me about your world, I hope you enjoy a short history of mine, as well as the writings of one of its many remarkable women. Wishing you the happiest of birthdays!

-Verity"]

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[demon_andbutler]

[So on top of that luscious cake he helped Lust bake, Sebastian leaves a copy of Arthur Conan Doyle's The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and The Hound of the Baskervilles on the gift table for Priscilla. Having tracked down copies of the books mentioned to him by Riza, he was going to give them to Ciel, but... well, they'll do the boy no good now, will they?

A card is attached, with a note in Sebastian's impeccable cursive at the bottom.]

"Many warm birthday wishes to a contentious employer. It is my hope these tales of intrigue will be just as entertaining to you as they were to me."

Sincerely,
Sebastian Michaelis"

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[supercilious]

[ Gift Number One is in a large box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Gift Number Two and Gift Number Three are wrapped together, in white paper dotted with tiny pink flowers and a silver bow. This was more obviously done by Arthur, since the wrapping is atrocious and he has used an entire roll of sticky-tape. Rather than a card, there is a simple note in Arthur's thick gothic script. ]

Priscilla.

Another year, well done. Though I suppose it's a bit of a jump from seventeen to whatever you are now. Not polite to ask. I hope you find the toy as morbidly amusing as I did. Thought about getting you a weapon, but the pen is mightier and all that. (Ha.) I just read the book myself and thought you'd like a copy. Suppose there are a lot of gifts here but you deserve them and a thousand more. I'd like to say more but this is the sixth time I've written this out trying to get it right and I have better things to do. I hope you know what you mean to me by now. Happy birthday.

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[smolder_proof]

[It's clear which gift is Rapunzel's. Instead of being wrapped, the box was painted with lots of swirls and stars. Besides, her signature was clearly painted on the top, right underneath 'To: Priscilla'. Inside, a cute little family of candle quails

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[applelimber]

[Helen's got this. She leaves her gift on the table with the others. Though wrapped, the shape of it will probably give both the gift and the giver away.

The paper is also a little shredded in places. She really needs to get Rooster a scratching post.]

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[firebornfidelis]

[In a box neatly wrapped in plain blue paper is Riza's gift. A girl can never have too many weapons.

The note attached only says "Happy Birthday Priscilla" in Riza's neat blocky handwriting and is signed at the bottom "R Hawkeye."]

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[mudhair]

[Clarice just shuffles to the table and quickly sets her gift down among all the others. She feels a little ashamed that it's not even wrapped, but covered fruit would go bad, right?

That's right. She's giving the other fruit, but wait- There's more. Said fruit is residing in a carved bowl, a bowl with tiny, intricate designs all around its outside.]

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[inpiecesofcloud]

[Yachiru's gift is made fairly obvious by the drawing taped to the top of a hastily wrapped package. Inside the slightly crumpled and over-taped package is a necklace made of big beads and colored rocks she broke holes into and strung on a piece of white string.]

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[wellsuited]

[Happy Birthday Priscilla! What else would you expect from Elena?]

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[halcyonthird]

[It's not wrapped at all, but it's a basket large enough for Teresa (the cat not the claymore) to curl up in, with some balls of catnip and a blanket. Only the basket's brimming with plush kittens. A whole lot of them. Seriously, there are like, at least twenty.]