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[h_hollister]

Holy crap, my birthday is two days away.

The odds makers in Vegas are tearing up the betting tickets even now, as the chances of me living to thirty one were at about a thousand to one earlier this year.

Of course, I could still get hit by a bus tomorrow, so ya never know. Don't give up hope yet, you crazy gamblers.

Comments

[thebalanckeepr]

Well, all things considered, I think between multiple people in the Nexus, even a bus wouldn't stop you.

Happy early birthday, in any event. Saying it now because my memory for birthdays is notoriously terrible.

[h_hollister]

Heh. Point conceded. And yet again, already been dead, once. I got better.

Thanks. No party this year, but feel free to send presents anyway. ;)

[thebalanckeepr]

You're one of the ones that's happened to before you found the Nexus, which.. ...Well, thinking about it now, doesn't really put you in any sort of minority, given what I've heard of some worlds.

I just might, anything particular I should send?

[h_hollister]

Hey hey hey. I am not from 616, thank you very much. There is no revolving door over here. (Although they're thinking of installing one for Ramon HONEY I LOVE YOU DON'T BE HATIN')

Ah. Hm. Well, there's always the old stand-by: Booze plz.

[secretarybird]

Oh! A birthday, what an exciting thing! I will bring something from Romania, and we will have dinner once we are all back from vacation?

[h_hollister]

Oh, please. yes. I miss you and Ruthven both terribly. I want to hug you. That'd be the best birthday present ever.

[secretarybird]

We will do this, then. And I will send the popular e-hug?

[h_hollister]

E-Hugs are almost as good as proper hugs when the friend is so very far away.

[victoria_sage]

I fear for the bus, and look forward to your birthday.

[h_hollister]

Yes, because goodness knows buses should fear me. Yes.

Hey, Vic. How's by you?

[victoria_sage]

It would, ultimately, be unsatisfactory. You have science and magic on your side.

I'm fairly well. Haven't figured out what to do, if anything, for Thanksgiving. Will probably end up cooking for the Embryon.

[h_hollister]

And a boyfriend who has plaga powers. >_>

ANYWAY. We don't do Thanksgiving here across the pond, donchaknow. So if you wish to escape the madness, this is a holiday free zone here.

[sublime_bolt]

To be honest, the bus has no chance of survival. Period.

And as for your birthday, I hope it goes well Hippolyta. If anything, hopefully nothing bad will happen on the day itself.

[h_hollister]

Man, everybody seems to think I'd beat a bus. I'm suddenly envisioning a bus in one corner of a boxing ring, me in another, and Little Mac in the third, and he's very confused.

[sublime_bolt]

I wouldn't doubt it, considering that big gun you was wielding when I first met you in the Nexus. Which would be the reason the bus stands no chance.

Heh. The joke is lost on me, since I have no idea who this 'Little Mac' is. But still, I'm curious to ask, who's actually driving that bus? Someone who needs to be beat up?

[h_hollister]

Ah, but my bazookoid is gone. Casualty of war. Smashed by a plaga tentacle. I shoulda known it'd take Saddler to deprive me of my signature weapon. Bastard.

As for who's driving...uh. Bear is driving. How can that be?

[gadgetqueen]

Birthday?

Hee. Hee hee hee. Ha. Ha ha. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

...I'm fiiiiiine....

*mad, mad grin*

[h_hollister]

...You're going to get me a bus, aren't you?

[gadgetqueen]

*griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin*

[thebalanckeepr]

...Oh dear. Should I be worried, ajin? *Good natured*