There are 364 unbirthdays in a year, y'know.
[In the middle of camp, there is a long dining table filled with every drink and sweet imaginable. There is also a rather annoyed looking girl, sitting at the table and yelling at a singing teapot. The teapot happens to be a very off-key soprano.]
♪AAAAAAAAAAA VERY MERRY UNBIRTHDAY TO ME♪
TO WHO?♪
♪--TO ME!
TO YOU?♪
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! It's not my birthday so stop asking!"
[Beware, try to eat or drink something from the table and you'll get stuck there. Not to mention how annoying the silverware can be. Some of the teacups have even taken to ferrying mistletoe across the table while others enjoy dumping hot tea on innocent bystanders. Come and join the unparty.]
(OOC: Intro Post for Alice Liddell, stats and permissions here, standard warnings apply)