[010 ☿] Birthday Cruise

[waterfell]

It's been a pleasant day, Mizuno Ami's birthday, and the summer heat has gentled to a cool autumn evening. As night falls, a golden sun sinks into the sea and the water shimmers in its fading light as a luxurious cruise ship makes its unhurried way down the Sumida River

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[herlonelystar]

[ There's not enough time for her to admire the decor, or curiously poke at the robots that seem to be in an abundance here on the boat.

No, because once Usagi steps into the room wearing a simple pink floor length dress, she can already feel the eyes (or lack thereof) turned to her.

It doesn't take her too long to spot the birthday girl, but once she does, she seems relieved? Almost happy that the only real person in here is one she's familiar with. So, she walks forward but stops halfway to Ami, waiting for the other girl to give the permission to walk any closer.

It's only polite. If Ami doesn't want her in this dream, then this is her chance to kick her out. ]

[waterfell]

[There's no seat for Usagi - whether simply because Ami's filled the table or whether intentionally to keep Usagi outside. Her smile, sly as ever, widens.]

How nice of you to join us, Tsukino-san! [The robots, expressionless, may be a little unnerving.]

It's a special day, so I don't feel like fighting, but be careful here, ok?

[herlonelystar]

[ She's going to keep her wits about her, because in all honesty, those robots staring really are starting to freak her out. But, seeing as how she's not being kicked out immediately, her expression brightens a little more and she nods. ]

Sure! I can do that!

[ Usagi's swallowing any kind of reservations she may have -- any kind of nervousness that may be trying to break her strength. This was a mission; she had hoped to show up in this girls' dreams for a sole purpose and as long as she could do that then it'd be okay. Everything would be fine for the night.

Her eyes scan the room and, surprise surprise, there's no room for her, but that's not what she's looking for. She's looking for the table that should have all the gifts for the birthday girl. ]

[waterfell]

[The table is against one of the walls, piled high (as of course it would be in her in dream) with brightly wrapped packages. She's held in high esteem here. A robot stands by it to keep everything in good order.]

Where are you looking, Tsukino-san?

[thatoldthatkind]

[ The Doctor arrives in his typical dress, with a fez included. He leans against one of the walls, crossing his ankles with a smile on his face. ]

[waterfell]

[He seems not to mind the robots and Ami, who feels more at-home with them than with most humans, finds herself smiling. She calls out facetiously.]

Good evening, Doctor! Is the service here to your liking?

[thatoldthatkind]

I'm more curious to see if it's to your liking.

[waterfell]

Everything here is just as I decided. [She seems pleased with herself as she turns to the nearest robot, who makes a polite gesture of greeting to the Doctor. Ami smirks.]

Don't forget your manners just because they're computer programming.

[burnamotherdown]

[When Axel enters the dream, it's to find himself stepping inside a beautifully decorated room- it's an odd sensation, only being conscious of a step once you're halfway through it and Axel almost stumbles, catching himself by gripping the doorframe.

He's wearing a suit with a deep purple tie, one that compliments the purple markings under his eyes. Looking up and letting go of the door frame, he finds himself standing under the gaze of what appears to be every soul in the room- it's slightly unnerving, to say the least.

Axel tries not to let it get to him, scanning the room casually for a recognizable face and brushing himself down.]

[waterfell]

[Well, there's a robot.

Another robot.

A robot next to that one. Another robot. One more robot.

And Ami.]

Good evening, Axel! I didn't want today to end yet, so I thought I'd stay here awhile.

I'm picky =w=;

[burnamotherdown]

[Spotting Ami is a bit of a relief, and Axel wastes no time in making his way over to her.]

Ahhh, you mean I'm late? Sorry about that. I'm sure the party's been a ...a riot.

[Eyeing the stone faced robots and smirking, he seats himself comfortably down next to her, sticking his feet up on the table.]

[waterfell]

[Hey, plenty of the robots are quite content to chatter about how wonderful Ami's taste in setting and decor and food is.]

It's been enjoyable! [She facetiously 'agrees' with him with that too-wide, smug smile.] Stay for awhile?

[reverse_destiny]

[It had taken time to find her, but here she is. Sora doesn't remember birthdays all that well--his own hasn't been celebrated since he was four or five--so he's not entirely dressed for the occasion. He instead wears his normal outfit, and looks awkward among all the robots.]

H-Hey, Ami! What's going on?

[He'll be scooting right in t stand next to where she sits, seeming nervous. Crowds aren't something he enjoys, really, even if most of them aren't real.]

[waterfell]

Sora! [She's surprised - pleased, but surprised - to see anyone else here.]

This is a celebration. Why not join it? [A nod towards the robot sitting beside her, and it gets up to offer its place to Sora.]

[reverse_destiny]

A... Celebration?

[Though he will sit, rather awkwardly, where she indicates. He's not used to this--to crowds. It's disconcerting to him, but he'll quietly deal.]

[waterfell]

It's a birthday party. [Which may explain why she looks like a cat who's been handed a double portion of cream.]

[stillherown]

[ Far from being bothered by the silence and the attention now set upon her, Romana gazed about the hall curiously. This traveling through dreams was still new and strange to her, but not entirely unpleasant. Dressed in a comfortable dress of blue the Time Lady was unable to keep herself from approaching one of the humanoid robots for a closer look. ]

dashing in a sec but will catch up in several hours btw <3

[waterfell]

[Ami seems, if anything, flattered by the notice paid to her creations, to judge from the small smirk. Nonetheless, she demands the same for herself.]

It's impolite to greet the guests before greeting the hostess. Shall we speak awhile?