祝寿: [ visual | location: serenity ]
When the tablet clicks on, River is sitting cross legged and cross armed on Serenity's dining table.
She is staring at a cake. Pretty one, too, just three modest tiers of purple with blue hibiscus flowers made of sugar. It's almost like the aliens are trying to compensate for something! From the expression on River's face, however, this is the most disturbing confection in the history of all human existence.
"There isn't a reliable measurement for time," she tells the tablet. "Seasonal markers are arbitrary. Manufactured. Without a solid point of reference it all slides out of place-- Places." Agitation is winning out and she fidgets with a loose string at her elbow. "The appearance of punctuality can't be trusted." It is possible there are some Issues behind that statement other than turning nineteen, but she's not voicing them today.
None of this stops her from picking off a flower and nibbling on a sugary blue petal, though.
"I don't want it."
Get your free cake, Taxon! Hurry, before she peels all the fondant off.
[ ooc: PRETEND THIS IS FRIDAY backdating forever yay. \o/ ]
She is staring at a cake. Pretty one, too, just three modest tiers of purple with blue hibiscus flowers made of sugar. It's almost like the aliens are trying to compensate for something! From the expression on River's face, however, this is the most disturbing confection in the history of all human existence.
"There isn't a reliable measurement for time," she tells the tablet. "Seasonal markers are arbitrary. Manufactured. Without a solid point of reference it all slides out of place-- Places." Agitation is winning out and she fidgets with a loose string at her elbow. "The appearance of punctuality can't be trusted." It is possible there are some Issues behind that statement other than turning nineteen, but she's not voicing them today.
None of this stops her from picking off a flower and nibbling on a sugary blue petal, though.
"I don't want it."
Get your free cake, Taxon! Hurry, before she peels all the fondant off.
[ ooc: PRETEND THIS IS FRIDAY backdating forever yay. \o/ ]