Asylum Log VII; [Video] Sept. 13th. Evening.

[psyd_seward]

[Strangely, for those who may have been watching the feed is at first positively blank. Black, with a hint of subtle light, and the sound muffled-as though a cloth or some sort of cover had been carefully pressed over it in order to keep the contraption concealed for some unknown, secretive purpose.

A faraway voice can be heard, if slightly off in

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[Well, guess this means she needs to find some sort of gift for him. But for now, she offers the two men a smile, reserved. Thirty, huh? Not a bad age. Raul should take a lesson out of Seward's book in how to enjoy the day instead of believing he's too old.]

Happy Birthday. I hope you're having a good celebration.

[Though she imagines he is.]

You should have told me. I would have sent you something earlier.

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[psyd_seward]

Thank you.

[His hair is somewhat tousled, and his collar unclasped. He's only in his shirtsleeves for once, without the usual coat. Yeah, they've been having a little...too much fun.]

I suppose it slipped my own mind, after all that's been happening.

Abraham took me by surprise when I came home from work and cornered me in the kitchen with a cake. It looked so delicious I wasn't sure if I should eat it or frame it.

[Laughing softly.]

It's quite all right, honestly. Your sentiments are appreciated just as well.

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Understandable. You've been busy.

[She chuckles lightly, though. She's glad he's having a good time and that his mentor went to some lengths to make his birthday special since she didn't know about it.]

Well, still. I had no idea you were thirty, either.

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[psyd_seward]

Haven't we all, though?

[He runs his fingers through his hair a bit distractedly, clearing his throat.]

Oh? Why might that be?

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[athermercy]

Well, happy birthday. I'm sorry that you had to celebrate it here.

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[psyd_seward]

[Yet another lady of whom he was unacquainted with to wish him a merry birthday! The fairly young doctor was quite tickled secretly.]

Miss, you are far too kind...Though you needn't apologise for what is hardly your fault.

[He did miss London an awful lot, and Art and Mr. and Mrs. Harker, but there was not much to be done.]

I am among friends here now, so there isn't much else I could possibly ask for.

[athermercy]

[She thinks is the polite thing to do.]

Elaine, please. Miss is too formal.

[She is silent about not being her fault. She's one of the few beings who could do something about the Port, but chooses to not act. All that makes her feel guilty.]

At least that's a small blessing, isn't it?

[psyd_seward]

[Too formal? It was common courtesy to him. Ah well, it was his birthday and honestly he didn't mind giving the lady what she wanted!]

Elaine, then. I don't believe we've met before now. Doctor John Seward, at your service.

[He gives a friendly wave. Though he's hardly in any condition to be fulfilling duties as a gentleman for the moment. He'd probably try anyways..]

Certainly is, I'd say! My Professor insisted on baking me a cake and everything and then dragging me across the city to take me to dinner. He insisted I be positively drunk for the event.

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[psyd_seward]

[He sways a bit too dangerously to one side before he steps forward to clasp the boy's shoulder warmly and looks down at the proffered selection.]

I trust your judgment, Walt.

[Music for festivities of this kind would be best, so whatever's bright and cheeriest he'll take into hand. The amount of Port he'd had may have made him silly, but he still had a bit of liveliness left in him yet.]

This one...Or that one. I'm not exactly sure if I'd be too dazzling on my feet just now. Art would've been the one to tell me I'm mad to even try it.

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[psyd_seward]

I quite say, dear fellow, you're probably right.

[He manages to keep himself upright for the time being, the reminder about his NV just giving him a laugh. Clearly, for once, Seward was not concerned about making a fool of himself. Drinks do make him a little sillier than usual, as indicated by his slight slur.

At the sound of the music though he does give pause, and stands to listen for a moment, then deciding that while it was a bit different from what he was used to he didn't altogether mind it.]

From your time? I don't believe you've ever told me when that is! If you did I can't rightly recall...Then again I can't rightly recall much of anything at all!

[There's another silvery laugh to be had before it's all through, and he presses a drink into the boy's hand while he can, if simply to spread about the "cheer". In his mind, even in its somewhat addled state, Walter was in dire need of 'lightening' up.]

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[master_helsing]

[After the flood of well-wishing and gaiety expressed toward's the young and magnificently sloshed doctor, the professor lead him away from his new toy and outside to the darkness-proofed conservatory. The garden was alight with electric lanterns that spilled soft white pools across their footing. Flowers of all fauna were in the last of their bloom before Fall would come to claim their delicate petals with shades of orange and yellow.

The light reflected charmingly off the plated glass dome that surrounded them on all sides, allowing for the full grandeur of the moon outside to shine through. They could see it's silvery rays reflect in the lake not to far off from their 1 acre estate, a lake by any other light would look dingy and swamp-like with the creeping Darkness that corrupted it.

Abraham sat his friend down at a ornate stone bench and table on the far end of the oblong dome, where they were met with another bottle of port and a plate of classically English hors d'oeuvres; small bite-sized roasted cucumber sandwiches.]I say

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[psyd_seward]

[Being led about like this all evening was beginning to make him feel a bit like one of those terriers Arthur used to take with him on hunting trips, though the dogs were more compliant when they were given treats. Seward, in his current state, wasn't much for complaint, though moving about in such a condition was a bit dizzying.

The warm aftereffects of the wine made his pale skin glow pink, like the soft-coloured petals of the flowers which bloomed about them. He let his feet follow after the other man who stood ahead, and watched the quiet beauty of the plant-life for a time as he was placed upon the cool stone.

The seclusion was a nice change from the pace of the thriving City, and he couldn't help but sigh contently.]

I suppose it would be difficult for any man not to! I daresay you've taken to spoiling me.

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[master_helsing]

What better day not to spoil, nay, to make ripe with joy, than the day you were brought unto this world. For without t'would be ever a darker place.

[Words spoken with mirth and uttermost conviction as he pat his good student's thigh and offered him up a delicate plate with the perfectly crafted tea-sandwich upon it. With so much port, he wanted to make sure the alcohol was properly soaked up by the sweet spongy texture of these little meals. He too would be sure to offer him plenty of water once they were indoors.

The professor was certainly feeling the elation of the day; having spent the majority of it entertaining his friend in a multitude of ways. Luncheon, dinner, a show, and dancing. All the fair ladies wanted a piece of Dr. John Seward, who lit up the dance-floor with his nimbus feet.]

Here, eat, drink, for tomorrow you will be onto another year of joys. This I swear to you, onto my very soul, may God help me to.

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[eidetic_graham]

[Will came in through the front door from a late evening binge of his own. The case with Himawari had been racking his brain till he decided there were men better fit for the job of arresting the bastard who did the deed than him. All the guilt-tripping however didn't distract him from doing a last-minute gift search for his doc.

After all he had been made passing mention to it by Seward's kid.. butler.

Walking into the empty foyer, his footsteps clearly echoed, though they were soft. Dr. Seward and his professor were usually mucking about upstairs or it was just the old man down in the basement blowing something up with the smell of sulfur following up the steps. There were times he was sure he was walking into the Munster house, which lead to a lot of nights spent camping out at the boat-yard just to fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.]

Hellooo?

Doctor Seward?

[His hearing was a tad fuzzy after six beers... of which he made sure were brand-names he knew. Hell the other stuff served here would make him sprout donkey-ears if

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[psyd_seward]

[But not an ordinary "wooden" computer, by far! He would've been insulted had he heard such a fine piece of machinery be called "wooden". Of course, he'd probably have brushed it off as all well and good, given the spark which was currently running through his veins gave little room for feeling angry or indignant.]

Back here!

[A voice called as he approached, though now he was not so much busy with the brand new contraption as he was positively snockered. At least, to some extent, it was clear by the ruddiness of his normally pale cheeks and tousled hair, which was usually put into neat order.]

Mister Graham, ho! Look what my Professor made, the saucy old dog.

[He holds the device up for a moment.]

Say hello! You're on live video.

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[eidetic_graham]

[There was a sort of muddled look that came upon him at Dr. Seward's rather chipper attitude. There was a number of things he could have been smoking to get him that... high-spirited, but it was really none of his business, it was the man's birthday after all.]

I..it's a real piece of work.

[The moment he saw the lens and his reflection on the monitor, he almost immediately ducked out of it's line of fire. It wasn't that he thought it would steal his soul or anything... as he would expect from a man like Seward who was essentially from the stone-age in any 1980's Joe-smoe's mind. ...He just subconsciously hated his own face.]

Here, why don't you put that down a sec.

[Before you trip and break it.

The contraption looked fragile, being as aesthetically pleasing as it was. He didn't think computers were meant to look like antiques. That seemed to defy the purpose of "modern technology".]

I got you something.

[Making sure he walked out of the computer's scope of view, he handed over the slim black cardboard box he had been holding

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[psyd_seward]

[Antiquated-looking it might have been but he was positively delighted by it. He is, a bit puzzled to see such a reaction out of the poor man, but respects his wishes and sets the device down upon its pedestal once more. Thankfully it hadn't broadcasted so much as simply shown a brief blur before blacking out, as he'd let the feed go blank.

The so-called "anachronistic" doctor hesitates for a moment when he realised he'd made a bit of a mistake before letting the gift be pressed into his hands, a kindly smile adorning his merry visage.]

You're too kind, Mister Graham. You really didn't have to...

[Such a gentle heart, this Will Graham. He knew the man was deeply scarred, and perhaps didn't like making public appearances so much, especially since he could smell an intoxicant on his breath.]

May I...?

[He gestured to the box, wishing to open the gift the other had thoughtfully brought him.]