HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLETCHER ((Active// SO OPEN))

[just_like_daddy]

Characters: Brothers Tringham, any and all comers.
Location: BPH ballroom
Summary: Birthday party for the kidthing. Only this one won't be lame.
Rating: C for Cute

[[Thread format is party-style, but go ahead and pile up after Russel's second comment for the surprise spring.]]

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[just_like_nii]

Fletcher trailed behind Russel, mind focused entirely on his and Russel's work. He was even smiling a little, thinking how much Russel's breakthrough would help them. "This is great, Brother. How soon do you think it'll be before we can start providing food to everyone, anyway?"

He knew Russel was planning a party for him, but it wasn't on his mind right now. He wasn't expecting a thing.

SURPRISE! Spring after this comment

[just_like_daddy]

"Just a few weeks," he replied. He hadn't even mentioned Fletcher's birthday all day.

But when he pushed open the ballroom doors, it was another story entirely. The biggest giveaway was probably Giselle's beauty of a cake. Russel was not going to let Fletcher slip by without even acknowledging his birthday.

[inthephonebook]

It was tough for Harry to conceal his tall frame anywhere, but he managed to wedge himself behind a table, and waited for the signal.

The second Fletcher entered the room and flicked on the lights, Harry added his voice to the chorus of "Surprise!" He even added his own little touch with a bunch of magical sparks that lit up the ballroom.

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher froze. This wasn't what Russel had told him would be happening. A small get-together for a few people from Team Science was one thing.

A surprise party for... how many people were here? It made him dizzy trying to count, or maybe that was just the suddenness of it all. He hadn't been expecting this at all. And someone had made a cake, taken the time and resources to...

Fletcher didn't want this. He didn't want anything like this. But he forced a shaky smile onto his face and looked around at everyone in the room, then up at Russel. "W-wow... um... th-thanks, everyone!"

[optimistickey]

Sora had been working far too hard lately...enough that even he could notice it without Riku, Kairi and Goofy scolding him for coming back late most nights, exhausted from fighting crabs or healing bites. It would probably do him a lot of good to take some time out to have fun and meet some new people again.

Plus, it was a birthday party! It seemed like forever ago that he and his friends had celebrated his 16th, but it was only fitting that he attend a party for someone even younger than him. Birthdays were supposed to be really happy occasions with friends, and Sora was sure Fletcher needed it.

He wandered around the crowd, hands folded behind his head with a smile, appreciating the feeling of happiness that seemed to be permeating the place.

[icesnowprincess]

Shirayuki had heard about the party for the child living in the same building as her, and figured a party setting in a different location would be good for making new friends. She needed some, even someone great and wonderful and amazing as she really could use to know a few more people. Since she was here without her spirits, and her comrades, and Souta, and the King, and Hameln, and, well, everyone she had grown used to since she left her kingdom

[optimistickey]

Sora jumped back a step as someone suddenly stumbled into him...the sort of thing that was prone to happen at crowded parties. "Oh no, it's okay!"

Wasn't this the girl that had talked over the network about looking for the Key, and the King...but it was all somehow different than what he knew? That whole conversation had still left him rather confused, and given him the impression that maybe she was from the distant future. The clothes were different enough. "You're um..." he struggled for a moment to remember her name. "...Shirayuki, right?"

[icesnowprincess]

Oh, he was that boy. The holder of... some Key. But not Erde's Key or Fandavale's Key, some other Key and some other King. She nodded, "Yes, I'm the great Shirayuki-hime, one of the Three Musketeers." She gave him a polite curtsy in greeting, "Nice to meet you, Sora?" She wasn't exactly sure she had the name correct.

This was very perplexing. This whole different keys business. Just the slightest of Souta's Key could do amazing things, and in theory both keys together was even more powerful. So the thought of more keys in the worlds, and more worlds in the world. Was both scary in the power of combining these keys and that so many worlds might mean God split the world in more than two parts. Which was just unbelievable, even for a mind as great as Shirayuki-hime's!

"So, you have a key of some kind as well? Like my sweet Souta does?"

[aherounleashed]

Considering the fact that he lived here, and that he was trying to look out for Fletcher, Bolt of course was going to attend his birthday party! It reminded him of Penny's birthdays, which were always a pretty small affair, but still a nice break from crime-fighting.

There were a lot of people here, though, some of whom Bolt didn't know. He made his way between some peoples' legs, tail wagging, before he happened upon the table holding the huge cake that Giselle had made.

Bolt may have been a hero, but he was still a dog, and instantly fascinated by the sweet smell the huge cake gave off. Penny usually had cupcakes on her birthday...this cake was much fancier. It still hadn't been cut yet, but Bolt really wanted a taste for himself now...

So, as dogs were prone to do, he got up on his hind legs, sniffed at the cake and then began eagerly lapping up the frosting.

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher was standing by the cake, cutting it for anyone who wanted a slice, when Bolt came up to it. "Ah! Bolt!" The dog had surprised him. And... it probably wasn't good for him to be licking the cake like that. "Um, did you want a slice of cake?"

[aherounleashed]

Bolt jumped back down when Fletcher suddenly addressed him...oops, caught right in the act. He looked a little embarrassed, licking frosting from his nose. But it was pretty good.

"I can have one?" he asked. No one ever seemed to let him have sweets aside from dog treats. And dog treats were good, but they weren't like cake.

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher wasn't sure if dogs could eat cake. But then, Bolt wasn't a normal dog. Just a little couldn't hurt, could it? He cut a small slice, making sure to get the part where Bolt had licked. Setting it on a paper plate, he put it down on the floor in front of him and grinned. "Here you go!"

[bozakcommander]

There was no way in hell Kang was going to miss this. He liked the kid.

The only 'birthday party' he'd ever attended, he'd never really counted as such, since it was usually a day that was used to celebrate all things draconian as well as finding the female eggs in Thorbardin; the females and the few hatchlings that were running around were the only ones of their race that even knew when their birthday was.

Kang knew it was tradition to bring a gift for humans, and after having to do some thinking, had brought a book he'd found in his room on landscaping, and one on flowering plants. Hopefully Fletcher'd like them.

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher was still loitering by the table, a little uncomfortable in the large crowd, when he caught sight of Kang and waved to him shyly.

"Hello," he called out.

[bozakcommander]

There he was. Kang smiled and moved over to him, holding out the books, "I know it's tradition to give presents, so... here. Wasn't really sure what you'd like."

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher reached up and took the books, a smile coming across his face. Books were always nice, and he suspected it hadn't been too hard on Kang to come by them. So he didn't mind as much as he did the party itself, or the cake. "Thank you very much. These are great, Kang."

[optionalwangst]

It had only been a few days, but he was already tired of this sudden return of chronic chest pains. Still unsure of how or why exactly they were returning so suddenly, the ex-Turk opted to stay against the wall of the ballroom, simply eyeing the partygoers with a weary expression.

Reaching up to rub at one eye, the red-cloaked man idly wondered if heading back to bed was the best of ideas. It was Fletcher's party, after all... and it would be rude to leave.

He glanced down at his drink in thought.

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher had stepped out of the ballroom for a few moments, and as he made his way back in he caught sight of Vincent standing against one wall. He looked tired, and Fletcher felt a pang of guilt.

He didn't want anyone coming if they didn't want to.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally worked up the nerve to walk over to him. "H-hello, Mr. Valentine."

[optionalwangst]

Since nothing climactic seemed to be happening yet, the ex-Turk wondered if he should have just left. It would have been rude, sure, but the pain in his chest hadn't been getting better and it was getting a little difficult to focus. It was... strange, even. He felt the urge to get up and move around in his muscles, but where was there to move to? The place was packed, and walking around would have proved far too difficult without bumping into somebody. Finishing the drink in his hand - just a sweet punch, nothing alcoholic. Gods knew he made a complete ass of himself the last time he drank at a party. - he pushed himself up off the wall, intending to leave, when a familiar voice rang up behind him.

The kid, Fletcher. Even worse to leave a party when the birthday boy was right there, so he paused, looking behind him and down at the boy with a uncharacteristic weariness about him. Something wasn't right at all. This never happened in his time in the city before

[just_like_nii]

"Thank you very much." Vincent really didn't look very well, and Fletcher couldn't hide the worry on his face. He was glad to see him, especially after so long, but he didn't want him to be here if it was straining him.

"Are you all right, sir?"