[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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[auncyenhalig]

[ Aerith walks in, dressed appropriately for the occasion in a shimmering red dress--but she halts in confusion. ]

This is a party...?

[waterfell]

[Ami's smile certainly seems broad. Wide. Bright. Perhaps too much so; perhaps she's simply caught in the excitement.]

It's my birthday, so I should celebrate, shouldn't I? [Yes; it's a party with presents and even cake somewhere, and of course a pile of gifts.]

[auncyenhalig]

Ah--I just thought it'd be more...lively. [ Foot, meet mouth, how do you do; Aerith's just a bit weirded out by how all the attendants seem to be...metal.

Or how they quieted all at once when she walked in.

Still, though they distract her for a few seconds, she gets herself back together and smiles at Ami. ] Happy birthday! How many does this make?

[waterfell]

[Even in the dream, she gives the answer that ties her to this lifetime.]

Nineteen. [She'll be coming of age with the rest of her year in January.]

[findmyownreason]

[Cloud... doesn't do social gatherings.

At all.

He also isn't fond of boats.

At all.

So when he glances over the side, he really IS contemplating jumping.

But he's got a rather poorly wrapped blue package in his hand. Delivery. It's what he does. Now. It gives him something to do while he waits to... while he waits. Blinking he looks down at the blue paper wrapped box in his hand. And - he wants to do this. Wants to deliver this.

One of the few things left he can do right...

The water gets another glance though. Maybe he can come back some other time.]

rofl poor cloud

[waterfell]

[It's not until Cloud's been waiting awhile that Ami comes from what seems to be one of the main rooms on the ship; apparently she feels like watching the waves and getting some fresh air while she's in her element.

She notes Cloud, and the package. She eyes first the delivery, then the delivery man.]

You're pretty good to have gotten on this ship while we're already away from the docks. I congratulate you!

[The robots, at least, seem to be sparse and minding their own business here.]

he missed his calling as a social director

[findmyownreason]

[his head turns at her approach and he shifts, turning one side of his body away from her. At her words though, the memory of a smirk touches his lips.]

It's my job. Make sure I make my delivery - even if they've already tried to leave without me.

[the package gets an awkward jiggle and then he holds it out to her.]

Happy Birthday.

evidently. XD

[waterfell]

[She displays no real girlish eagerness, though she takes it readily enough. The way her eyes stay on the package even when she speaks to Cloud suggests her actual interest.]

The sender?

[hisdreamsmyfate]

[He'd already been on a cruise ship after the mess in Modeoheim, but something here was a little... different. The SOLDIER finds a well-sized present wrapped up under one of his arms, and he's already moving along the ship, trying to find a certain room. Somehow, the ship looked different than what he'd just been on and...

Welp. Someone's birthday, right? He *had* to share.]

[waterfell]

[Ami stands up when Zack enters, making herself decisively taller than the robots at the table.]

Good evening! It's pretty impressive that someone came here like this. I congratulate you!

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Congratulate me? Hey, it's your birthday! [Wait how did he know that. Oh well.] Might as well come an' keep you company, right?

[He moves forward, setting the gift down with the rest and completely unbothered by the robots. ShinRa had these things around all the time, and if they went haywire in some way? he could handle it.]

You havin' fun?

[waterfell]

[Oh, the robots are under her perfect control. That's what makes them superior to humans, who are unpredictable.]

Shouldn't I be? [Her eyes follow the gift; she'll open it before long.]